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“Oh my God! Are you okay? I can’t believe Dorie did that.” She steps inside, closing the door behind her. “I told Marcus the truth, and that I know what you’re into.” Her eyes fill with tears. “I-I told him if he doesn’t make it right, then the wedding’s off.”

I close my eyes—this is not what I wanted to have happen. I should’ve never brought Britain into my world, but it’s too late to break it off now. I love her too much and I’d be lost without her. “Come sit and I’ll make some coffee.”

Heather follows me into the kitchen and sits down at the table. I quickly start a pot of coffee and then sit next to my sister. She looks me over with assessing eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Sheila was here last night and checked me out. She didn’t think anything was broken.” I grab her hands. “I know it was fucked up, but you’re not calling off your wedding.”

I try to smile at her, but fuck—it hurts. “You love Marcus and he loves you. This is just a little blip.” I lean in. “Stay away from Dorie. If she tries to talk to you, I want you to go in the opposite direction of that fucking cunt. I’ve already called and had her membership revoked. The club has a strict privacy clause and the fact that she recorded a scene between a Dom and his sub is a big no-no.”

“I have the burning desire to punch her in the face. I knew she was into you, but to try to hurt you like this? I’m so sorry that I ever introduced you guys.”

I pull her into a hug. “Don’t be sorry. I should’ve stayed away from her.” I get up and grab us each a cup of coffee and bring it back over.

“Where’s Brit?”

“She’s still sleeping. She didn’t deal with things very well yesterday.” At least she was smiling when we went to bed last night.

Heather doesn’t stay much longer. I talk her into going home and talking to Marcus. “How can you want me to make up with him when he hit you?”

“He thought he was protecting his sister. I’d do the same for you.” I kiss her forehead. “Go home, make up with your fiancé, and hopefully I’ll get Brit to call him.”

“I love you, big brother.”

“I love you, little sister.” She gives me a wave before stepping on the elevator.

I shut and lock the door and head upstairs and into the bathroom. Fuck, I’m scary right now. The swelling is as severe as it was last night, and the bruises have turned a deep dark purplish color. I move back into the bedroom and crawl on the bed, wrapping my arm around Britain’s waist, pulling her close.

She makes this little mewing sound and burrows into my chest. Her eyelids flutter open and as soon as she sees me, her eyes widen. “Wow, I didn’t think I looked that bad,” I try to joke, but her eyes fill with tears. “Hey, no more tears, okay?”

I wipe them away with my thumb as they spill over. “I’m sorry. It just looks really bad.” She touches my bruised cheek. “Does it hurt?”

“It’s a little tender, but it’s going to be fine. Heather was here this morning. She’s mad at your brother, but I told her not to be. I don’t think you should be mad, either.

“Why? He hit you. He told everyone what happened to me.” She sits up, looking cute and sleepy. Her blonde ponytail is all askew.

“Baby, don’t worry about that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I can guarantee that if you walk into the shop, no one is going to say anything to you about it.”

She nods and climbs out of bed. My eyes go to her ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom of her t-shirt. I know I shouldn’t even be looking right now, but I’m a guy and my girl is sexy. I can hear her tinkering around in the bathroom.

I sit up and hold my hand out to Britain. She takes it and walks on her knees toward me. I grab her by the waist and pull her until she’s straddling my lap. My dick gets hard, but I ignore it. “What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know. Do you really want to go out with your face swollen and bruised?”

I don’t really want to do anything, but I want to take her mind off of everything, even if it’s just for a little bit.

We decide to go see a comedy. I wear a baseball hat to try and hide my bruising from prying eyes. Luckily, we buy our tickets on the app so we don’t have to stop at the ticket counter. We grab our seats then she goes to get us snacks and drinks.

While she’s out there, my phone buzzes. I pull it out of my pocket.

Unknown: It’s Marcus. Can we talk?

Silas: I’m at the movies with your sister right now. Can I give you a call later?

The little black dots start bouncing again.

Marcus: Yeah, I appreciate it.

Okay well, that’s probably a good thing, especially since he didn’t call me an abusive asshole or motherfucker.

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