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I immediately returned to the couch. “I apologize, Sir. I’m processing a lot of emotions, and I forgot what you said. All three letters are signed, stamped and sealed. Well, not really, but they are complete.”

“Stand up and bring them to me.”

“Yes, Sir.” I rose to my feet and crossed to him. Logan pulled me onto his lap and accepted the letters.

“Thank you, darling.”

“You’re welcome. Are you going to read them?”

“I’d like to, unless you don’t want me to.”

“There’s nothing in there that I’m hiding from you. But it’s a lot.”

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I can handle it.” Logan pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“Do you think August is mad at me?”

“No, babygirl. I think August is mad at himself.”

“I wish he wasn’t, but I think you’re right.” I nuzzled under Logan’s chin as he read my letters. He kept me close to him, rubbing my shoulder or squeezing my hand occasionally. My insecurities were there on paper regarding myself, my relationship with August, and my career. And yet knowing that Logan cared enough to help me work through my emotions meant the absolute world to me. Sniffling, I brushed away the tears that slipped down my cheeks.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m proud of you for getting this all down on paper. You had a rough day, but that part is over now.”

“Your punishment was awfully creative.”

He grinned, a huge cheesy smile that brightened his face. “I hope you remember that the next time you take matters into your own hands.”

“I know how to handle my life.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. Of course you can handle things on your own. You value your independence and so do I. I’m not threatening to take that away. But quitting your job was a major decision. Moving forward, before you act on an impulsive thought, whatever it is regarding, run it by me first.”

“You’re serious? About making decisions for me and helping me to grow, and all of it, aren’t you? Both of you? Well, if August ever pulls his head out of his ass.”

“Careful. I understand how upset you are, and I understand you haven’t gotten an explanation yet, but don’t say mean things about my boy. Even if he stomps away from me, he’s still mine. I spent the morning convincing him to continue our dynamic even if our relationship is on hold.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m hurting, but it wasn’t very nice of me to say.”

“I understand, and I would do anything to take the hurt away.”

“How can you be in a dynamic but not a relationship?”

“I meant a romantic relationship because you’re right. A dynamic is a relationship. If the two of us were ever in a similar place, I’d ease you out of the connection and not leave you floundering.”

“That means a lot to me. When I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, even as terrible as he was, not having the dynamic and structure still dropped me into a terrible depression. His rules and guidelines were borderline abuse in some cases, but they were things I adhered to daily. Without them I was despondent and unbalanced for a hot minute. I’d hate to think August was going through that.” I kissed his lips.

“No, he’s not. Well, at least not regarding the dynamic. I wouldn’t allow him to disengage completely, though he’s certainly attempting to.”

“We’re both lucky to have you.”

He winked. “I feel the same way. Now, let’s go. I want to spoil my girl.”

“You don’t have to spoil me, Logan.”

“I will anyway.”

Before I could argue, he stood and swept me into his arms. For the first time, I allowed him to take the wheel knowing it would lead us to a better outcome. The thought of Logan spanking me and bringing me to orgasm didn’t hurt the image either.

CHAPTER 15

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