Page 81 of Margot
“Before you two go, I want to seriously suggest journaling. Not only will it help with communicating between alters, but it’ll help in your marriage too. I want all three of you to start a journal.
Margot, you and Sutton will have one and so will you and Lennox. Whenever you have things balled up inside of you that won’t come out of your mouth, try writing to each other. I want to know how it goes. Meanwhile, I’d like to see Margot and or Sutton back in my office the day after tomorrow.”
Dr. Adler smiled at me then gave me a hug instead of a handshake and it made me feel so much more comfortable. She seemed like she really cared about me. I wasn’t just a case study or something.
Maybe getting a grip on myself wouldn’t be as hard as I was making it out to be. Lennox guided me out of the cozy office and into the lobby. He shot me a look at we walked past the front desk and I smirked.
“Behave.”
“I always do,” I sang as I walked outside.
“Well, what do we do now? I took off work so we have the rest of the day to ourselves.” Lennox sighed once we were in the car.
“Me, you, and Sutton, right?” I frowned.
“Well, right now it’s just me and you until Sutton comes back. I wonder why she ran away.” He stroked his beard then started the engine.
I felt a surge push through my core. It was jittery and warm like I was nervous about something but it wasn’t bad just…excitement. I looked at Lennox and studied his strong profile. My pussy pulsed with need.
I saw flashes of memory. I saw myself sitting at the kitchen table eating sushi and drinking. Then a flood of warmth trickled through my core.
“Sutton wanted you,” I blurted.
“What?” Lennox chuckled.
“I can feel it…or remember it. I don’t know how this shit works, Lennox but she wanted you.”
“When you say wanted…”
“She wanted to fuck you. I don’t think she knows how to initiate sex with you,” I couldn’t help snickering as the realization hit me.
“Not shocking. I told you we don’t really have sex,” Lennox huffed as he turned down a street. “So…since she didn’t want to deal with making love to me you took over?”
“I don’t think she didn’t want to deal with it. I don’t think she knows how.”
“And you do…” Lennox looked at me briefly before focusing on the road ahead.
“Oh my god, am I Sutton’s sexuality?” I flipped down the mirror in the visor and stared at myself as if the image of my face would give me clues.
Lennox pulled into the driveway and threw the car in park.
“Holy shit, Margot. I think you just figured something out.” He barely got the words out of his mouth before he was out of the car and heading to my side to open the door for me. Even though he was rushing, I loved what a gentleman he was.
My Lennox.
“If you’re essentially Sutton’s sexuality then that means she uses you to cope with sex. Which also means…” His expression went fromah-hato utterly broken in less than a second and I knew what he’d discovered.
I felt sick to my stomach.
What would he think of me?
He’d probably think I was some kind of slut. Some kind of twisted in the head freak that wasn’t worth helping anymore.
“Oh…baby, I’m so fucking sorry.” He gripped my frozen body in his arms and I dissolved into a river of tears. My shoulders trembled and my face contorted as memory after memory surfaced, breaking through the chains I’d locked them away in.
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