Page 81 of The Masks She Wore

?Who was I but Jack’s Princess?

?My eyes fell to that scar on my chest, nearly healed, to the collar around my neck. I remembered seeing the key around Jack’s neck whilehe forced me into multiple orgasms. I wondered why he kept it. If I was his little pet, why keep the key?

?I finally tossed my hair up in a messy bun and pulled on some oversized clothes before finally heading for the bedroom door, only to pause when I heard another voice drifting under my door.

?A woman.

?There was a woman in my house talking to him. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I knew for certain it was a woman.

?I swallowed, placing my hand on the doorknob. I prided myself in not caring about what others did, who they were friends with, but there was a very small twinge in my gut at the fact that he had gotten up early and invited some girl over to my place after the week we had had.

?Had I not been enough?

?I had given it my all. Everything I had, I had given to him. All of it.

?I was enough though. I was enough for me. If this was what he chose, then fine, I could figure out where to go from here. I wouldn’t, however, let him disrespect me no matter how much it hurt. I was worth more than that, so if this was what my exhausted mind was telling me it was then fine. I’d move on. I’d drink some wine, eat somereally goodchocolate cake with extra frosting, maybe buy a new pair of heels, and use them to walk away.

?Cool and aloof. I wasn’t going to let him see the state I was in mentally after what he had done to me. Not until I understood who he had let into my house.

?I lifted my chin and fell into one of my roles. He could have all the friends he wanted, I didn’t care about that. The first time I had met him he had been balls deep in another woman’s ass, so I certainly wouldn’t let this get to me.

?I wouldn’t allow it.

?I was beautiful. I was confident. I was amazing. I had money and style, great taste in everything but guys. This was fine. I was just in a state of mental shattering, that’s why I was doubting, but I shouldn’t be. I should be fine.

?I was fine.

?And if not, there was always that cake.

?I opened the door, finding them at the kitchen table, facing each other.

?They both looked up when I stepped out.

?Fuck, she was beautiful.

?My height, thicker from muscle building. She was fit in every sense of the word. She had short hair, darker than mine, but not so dark it could be considered brunette, and her eyes were almost the same shade as Jack’s.

?They could have been cousins.

?My shoulders fell an inch at that. See? I was worried over nothing. It was stupid. I was being stupid, and I didn’t want to be stupid.

?My eyes shifted to Jack’s.

?His eyes narrowed slightly, challenge in their depths.

?I took it personal.

?“Morning,” I greeted, giving her a warm smile. “I’m sure you know everything about me already.”

?She leaned back in her chair. “Blood type and everything. I’m Zo, Jack’s partner.”

?I walked up to her with every ounce of confidence I could muster up and held out my hand.

?She took it, shaking it once before I took it back. “Good to meet you.” Partner. I guess I never thought about him having a partner. “Coffee?”

?“Made,” Jack stated as I made my way to the kitchen.

?My eyes found the pot and I grabbed a mug. Why would he make me coffee? That seemed too…mundane for a guy like him.

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