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Easton looked at Vincent and they shared a look that made me nervous. What the hell was I getting myself into?

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EASTON

Why did I agree to dinner tomorrow? All day I had been on edge. This idea Vincent had was a good one. We all enter into a contract together, giving me the stability of rules and safety. I wanted them both, and with an agreement between all of us, it felt like this might work.

I just needed to talk to her, she seemed a little angry with me and I knew confronting John probably didn’t help. When he touched her, all I wanted to do was put a collar on her and claim her as mine. Where did this possessiveness come from?

I ran my hand through my hair, frustrated with myself that I had pulled away after our night together. When Vincent called about me giving her his number, I was on the verge of calling her to meet up again, but decided to let her have her fun. Vincent would treat her right, all his previous subs only glowed about him, and he would take care of her. I also assumed he would make her his sub immediately, which is why I stayed away. All three of us together never entered my mind.

There was also a small part of me that was intimidated by Vincent. He was someone I should not be hanging out with much less sleeping with, which by the way, wasn’t eating me up like I thought it would. It’s not like I saw my friend all that often now; he was a family man with a beautiful wife and children. To be honest, we stopped hanging out as often when everything with my family went to shit. A buzzing on my nightstand interrupted my thoughts. I opened my phone to see a message.

Vincent: I know I said we would go out to dinner. I think it might be best if we

have dinner at my place.

Noemi: Is it because dessert might get messy?

I tried to stop the smile, but Noemi and Vincent made me feel things that I couldn’t control. We didn’t outright tell her our plan, but I suspected she had an idea.

Me: We might get arrested for indecent exposure.

Noemi: Ooooh, I've always wanted to be handcuffed and take a ride in a cop car.

Me: I’ll bring the handcuffs. I think Vincent is rich enough to get us a cop car.

Noemi: I love role playing. I’ll make sure to wear my hooker outfit so you can

punish me for being a bad girl. ;)

Vincent: How did dinner turn into role playing and getting arrested?

Noemi: Just making sure I’m prepared for the evening's activities.

I laughed. Noemi was so witty; she eased a part of me that always felt so tense and serious. When I had sex or had a sub partner it was like a transaction. I did the deed, I got off, but I didn’t experience anything else. It was self-preservation but how much had I missed out on by being this way?

Me: We can’t fault her for trying to be prepared.

Vincent: I’m starting to regret having dinner at home now.

I rolled my eyes because I knew he was enjoying this.

Me: You like it.

Noemi: Whatever, Daddy ;)

I stared at her message. If anything summed up Vincent, it was daddy.

Vincent: I’ll remember that, Noemi. I’ll see you both here at six with an overnight bag.

Me: Yes sir.

Noemi: Yes sir ;-P.

I went through the conversation several times before I got a little bit of work done. When I wasn’t working at a non-profit, I worked at a law office that dealt with family law. Thankfully, I worked at a firm that wasn’t small-minded. They tried to help those in need and we tried to be as fair as possible. It was hard sometimes; we saw many cases that were challenging, but sometimes there were cases that made it worth it. I sent off the last emails and documents that needed to get looked over from my home office.

“East!!”

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