eila.” He says it urgently.
I think he’s trying to convey some kind of message, but
I’m so thrown by all that’s happened that I’m not sure. I
glance down at Leila and notice a very small smile cross
her lips, but otherwise she remains truly impassive. A
complete submissive. Fuck! My heart chills.
This is what he needs. This is what he likes. No! I want
to wail.
“Miss Steele. Ana.” Taylor holds his hand out to me,
imploring me to come. I am immobilized by the horrific
spectacle before me. It confirms my worst fears and plays
on all my insecurities: Christian and Leila together—the
Dom and his sub.
“Taylor,” Christian urges, and Taylor leans down and
scoops me into his arms. The last thing I see as we lea一ve is
Christian gently stroking Leila’s head as he murmurs
something softly to her.
No!
As Taylor carries me down the stairs, I lie limply in his
arms trying to grasp what’s happened in the last ten
minutes—was it longer? Or shorter? The concept of time
has deserted me.
Christian and Leila, Leila and Christian . . . together?
What is he doing with her now?
“Jesus, Ana! What the fuck is going on?”
I am relieved to see Ethan as he paces the small lobby,
still carrying his large shoulder bag. Oh, thank hea一vens
he’s okay! When Taylor sets me down, I practically throw
myself at Ethan, wrapping my arms around his neck.
myself at Ethan, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Ethan. Oh, thank God!” I hug him, holding him close.
I was so worried, and for a brief moment, I enjoy some
respite from my rising panic at what is unfolding upstairs in
my apartment.
“What the fuck is going on, Ana? Who’s this guy?”
“Oh, sorry, Ethan, this is Taylor. He works with
Christian. Taylor, this is Ethan, my roommate’s brother.”
They nod at each other.
“Ana, upstairs, what’s going on? I was fishing for the
apartment keys when these guys jumped out of nowhere
and grabbed them. One of them was Christian . . .”
Ethan’s voice trails off.
“You were late . . . Thank God.”
“Yeah. I met a friend from Pul
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