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My nerves are even more rattled, knowing it's never taken them this long to respond to one of my texts. It's usually only seconds before one, if not all, of them respond.

The video wasn't that bad. Was it?

I think about how I started the video by smiling at the camera. It was a big step for me. I've always had the eye mask to hide behind before. I looked directly into the camera and told them I'd been a bad girl. And how badly I needed them to spank me.I even went so far as to take off my clothes and masturbate into the camera to show them how bad I was—coming without their permission and calling out each of their names.

What if it was too much? Do they think I'm too clingy?

I can't stand the silence. Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson aren't even in the office to help me take my mind off the video. Too worked up to concentrate on the spreadsheet, I begin to pace around the office like a caged animal.

I have to figure out a way to make this right.

The only option I have is to text them. I pull up the group chat and type out a witty message, hoping to downplay the video. I cross my fingers and push send.

Sir: Blocked

Master: Blocked

Alpha: Blocked

No, this can't be right. I dial each of their phone numbers only to find myself truly blocked from all three.

I don't remember how I ended up sitting on the floor by my desk or how long I'd been sitting there, only that the tears on my face were now dry when a surprisingly compassionate Carla told me to go home for the day.

I also don't remember the bus ride home or even changing into my pajamas and crawling under the covers, praying it was all a dream, only to wake up the next morning to the realization that, like all good fantasies, mine had finally come to an end.

Chapter 13

Four Months Later

Dear diary,

It's been four months since I sent that explicit video to Master, Sir, and Alpha, which no doubt turned my Doms off. I keep replaying it in my head. Was it too graphic? Too dominant and not submissive enough? Why else would they have blocked my messages?

Not only have my Doms deserted me, but according to Carla, Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson, who have been working from their overseas office, so I don't even have them to fantasize about while at work. Not that it stops me from dreaming about them every night. But in my dreams, they have morphed into three guys from six.

I close my diary and set it on my desk along with my pen. Carla is out of the office today, so I don't have to worry about getting caught writing in it at work. I cup my hand over my tiny baby bump. That was something I only found out last month when I realized it had been a while since my last period. I'm still not sure how it happened considering I take my birth control pills daily without fail, but one of my Doms actually put a baby in me for real.

"It's okay, little love—mommy is here for you. We'll be just fine all on our own."

"I thought you were hiding something. I didn't realize you were knocked up."

"Carla, what are you doing here? I thought it was your day off." I drop my hand from my stomach and pull my sweater tighter around my body.

"I forgot something." She continues to stare at my belly. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."

"What?" I stand up, unsure I heard her correctly. There's no way she's going to fire a pregnant woman.

"You're pregnant and unmarried. I don't even think you're in a relationship. It's a bad look for the company. I'm sorry, but you're fired."

"That's illegal. You can't fire someone just because they are pregnant."

"You're right, Violet. I can't fire you for that, but I can fire you for your below-standard work."

"What are you talking about? You've never once complained about my work before." I snap, not caring what I say since she has obviously made up her mind.

"Actually, now that I think of it, we need to downsize. And I'm letting you go since Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson left me in charge of all decisions. You know, last one hired, first one fired and all. I hope you know it's not personal."

I hate how she uses Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson's first names as if she has a claim on them or something. But why do I care? It's not like I have a claim on them, either. They were only three guys I saw through the glass and never spoke to.

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