Page 108 of Not That Complicated

It was in my journal, along with all sorts of incriminating shit and way too much gushing about his beautiful face and the way he made me feelseen. I’d burn it first. I’d be upset, because it was finest Italian leather and a gift from a dear friend. I’d still set it on fire before I let Adam read a word.

“Can you two dial it down, please?” Fraser said with a brittle laugh. “You’re making everyone uncomfortable.”

I blinked and looked away from Adam. “Who’s everyone?”

“If you’d read my texts or listened to my voicemails, you’d know. I told you I was coming by today with a photographer and journalist.”

“And I told you I blocked your cheating arse. Wait. Journalist? Photographer?”

“Please, Ray. Stop being such a drama queen. Can we discuss this inside like grown-ups?”

It did sound preferable to standing here putting on a show for the two women standing behind Fraser and the couple of neighbours who’d come out to see what was going on.

They were probably hoping for another body.

“I suppose—”

“No,” Adam interrupted. “You cannot.”

“It’s not your house,” Fraser said though a tight smile.

“I don’t care. I say you can’t come in. Access to the property is denied.”

“Is he in charge?” Fraser demanded, poking a rigid finger in Adam’s direction.

“No,” I said.

“Yeah, he’s in charge, all right.” Fraser’s tight smile twisted. “You like that, do you, Ray? Being told what to do? Perhaps I should have tried it.”

I stiffened. “No need to get personal.”

“Does he make you call him sir?” Fraser went on.

“Uh...he gave it a shot the once but I declined?”

Fraser ignored me. “That’s what Adam likes. Right, Adam? Like it when the guy you’re taking calls you sir? Calls you daddy?”

My mouth dropped. “Did Fraser call you daddy?” I said to Adam.

Adam tapped my mouth closed. “He called me whatever I told him to.”

“I’m not calling you that.”

“I know,” Adam said with a blinding smile.

“Except if you got me drunk. I might do it then.”

His gaze moved over my face. “Noted.”

“Super drunk. But that’s not my thing.”

“I know what your thing is, Ray,” he said, sweet as honey. “You’re not that complicated.”

“And if I did want to call him daddy,” I whirled on Fraser, “it’s my business, not yours. If I want to be tied down and spanked until I’m sobbing—” Adam’s hand on my stomach flexed, “—also not your business. Don’t you try to kink-shame me, thank you very much.”

Adam shook against me. He was laughing. Fraser’s face was red and tight with anger. I’d had enough.

“Are you going to tell me what you’re here for? “I said. “Or would you please go?”

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