Chapter 61 - 61 (1/2)

”Yes and no. My father-in-law finally passed, he had a five-year battle with cancer so that was a blessing on his part. No, because Nina is still trying to get us back together. Apparently, the man she's with is not doing it for her anymore, aka, he's learned her manipulative ways and is not putting up with them.” His voice took on an evil tone and a picture formed in my mind of an evil grin on his face.

”What did you do?” I asked almost afraid to breathe.

”I told her she could go back to the man she left me for. I didn't have time for her dramatics because I had to get home to a beautiful sub,” he told me.

I felt warmth rise in me and I knew in an instant that I had fallen hard. Despite all the concerns and all the fear, I knew at that moment that I loved him.

DAMN IT.

I opened my mouth to tell him so. But the moment was ruined as I heard another voice on the other end.

”Damn it, Nina. What the hell do you want?” I heard him growl.

I felt my jealousy rise and I almost growled at her myself. But I bit it back just in time. There were a few words I could not make out, then I heard Reed sigh.

”I've gotta go, sweetie. But I will call you as soon as my plane lands tomorrow, but it probably won't be until late,” he asked.

The fact that he sounded aggravated at having to let me go took some of my jealousy away.

”Okay.”

”Mia,” he warned.

”I mean, Yes Sir,” I corrected quickly.

His chuckle radiated through my body and drew a smile from me as he hung up. I took a quick rinse-off shower, cared for my toys and as soon as my head hit the pillow I heard my new phone ping. I looked over to see, giddily, it was a message from Reed.

-Good night, little sub.-

I smiled with my heart in my throat and tears of joy filled my eyes as I text him back.

-Good night, Master-

Now that I was no longer denying that I had fallen for him, the fears I had over whether or not he would return those feelings threatened to overwhelm me.

I fell into a restless sleep, my mind zipping back and forth between what might happen and what I was praying would happen.

I woke way too early the next morning to my phone ringing. I grumbled and growled at whoever had dared to call before the coffee pot had made its final beep. I looked at the phone and saw it was Lizzie calling. Good, at least I can yell at her.

”Do you have any idea what time it is?” I growled at her.

”Yes, I know but apparently Evil Maid thinks that getting an early start is a good thing to your day. So, I am calling you to see if you want to come have some breakfast,” Lizzie said.

I hated her at that moment since she sounded way too blasted cheerful for me at seven am and her cold sounded ten times better. Damn her and her perky disposition and strong constitution.

”Grrr,” I growled into the phone.

However, it was promptly ruined by a yawn and a stretch.

”Fine, but you're cooking,” I agreed reluctantly.

She giggled, ”Evil Maid is cooking.”