Whirling. Swooping. It wasn’t a good feeling. Not at all. I felt as if my lungs were concrete. They wouldn’t expand. They wouldn’t fill with air. Shane was still sitting next to me, staring down at the floor. He’d just delivered one of the biggest shocks of my life, and he didn’t have the guts to look me in the eye? Fury quickly replaced the shock, making my heart pound hard in my chest. “What the hell are you talking about, Shane?” “It’s complicated.” “I don’t care what it is. I’m not a whore.” “I know.” “I don’t sleep with just anyone.” “I know that too.” I stood up. I stomped away, getting as far as the door. Pivoting, I asked, “When you told me I was going to be your submissive, was this part of the deal?” “Y--yes.” What the hell? What else hasn’t he told me? “You didn’t tell me that. If you had, I might have…” What? What would I have said? Would I have walked away? Or would I have been skeptical, thinking he wouldn’t actually make me have sex with someone I didn’t know?
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