Page 15 of Playing With Secrets
She shrinks in her chair and caves. “Okay. I see your point, but I don’t want to hear about it if you go out with Melanie.”
“Oh, we won’t share the details. Will we, Aiden?” Melanie laughs seductively.
“My lips are sealed.” His gaze finds hers and I want to roll my eyes.
Together, those two would either fall desperately in love or tear each other apart with their sexual play for dominance. After all, he is the one who introduced me to the concept of control in the bedroom.
Granted, I’m far more skilled in it because of my experiences at Mateo’s clubs, but I’m not going to bring that up with Dori sitting here with us. My mind wanders back to my time in Miami.
I went to Mateo’s sex clubs a few times just to check out the concept. His right-hand man, Justin, is a regular there.When he asked about my dating life, I told him I’m particular about my interests, so it’s hard to find someone who shares them.
He assured me I would find someone there, so I went to see if he was right. Sure enough, I met a couple of women who were accepting of my desire to control the scene in the bedroom.
The sexual parameters take a while to be laid out. Once they are, heaven and hell, love and war, dominance and submission become a work of art.
Sexual bliss painted in sin, lust, control, and ruled by trust. It’s the most powerful, pleasurable thing between two lovers if they get to the point where they both understand that’s the goal.
Lovemaking comes after all that. That’s when two lovers become one in the bedroom. It’s a dance of give and take.
Both partners are willing to go to the edge of their limit while the other delicately holds the space for them to do it safely. It’s beautiful when you get it right.
While Aiden and Melanie flirt, I try to figure out how Dori’s feeling physically. The color in her cheeks is better, but she hasn’t touched much of her dinner.
She’s more interested in the wine, which makes me want to spill it so she can’t drink it. But Aiden’s already watching us closely. Neither of us needs any more stress.
Aiden picks up his beer and motions to me like he’s acknowledging me. “Speaking of dating. Have you heard back from your girlfriend?”
I zoned out for most of the conversation, so I’m spitting water out of my nose with his question. It takes me a minute to stop coughing and regain my composure.
Dori’s arms are crossed. She’s glaring at me across the table as if she has any right. My insides tighten to the core. Lauren needs to stay out of this conversation no matter what.
I shake my head, bracing myself for a deadly impact. “I don’t have a girlfriend. Where do you get this stuff from?”
Aiden's eyebrows bunch together. “You were just fighting with her. You spent fifteen minutes before we went to Dori’s texting her.”
Fuck, this is bad. I’ve been hit in a major artery and I’m about to bleed out. I need an excellent doctor to help stitch me up and heal from this mess.
“The woman I was fighting with through text messages is not my girlfriend.” I pick up my whiskey and slam it back.
Dori, looking very justified, leans to me from across the table. “Maybe it was one of the women you’ve been seeing off that dating app you’re on. How many women from that app are younotdating?”
I take in a deep, cleansing breath and curse Hunter for his threats. That makes two he’s pulled the trigger on—only four more to go until my life blows up in smoke.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to respond to Julie.” Melanie hits my arm with the back of her hand, clearly hurt I’ve left her out on my secret decision to text Julie.
Which isn’t a secret at all because it didn’t happen. I don’t even know what to do, so my eyes sweep the restaurant as I search for our server. I need another drink, stat.
Dori shifts toward Melanie, red-faced as if she has steam coming out of her ears. “Julie? How do you know about this Julie woman?”
Dori’s jealousy is blaring, but she doesn’t seem to care. Aiden’s studying her like he knows she’s got feelings for me. It’s the second time she’s thrown us right into his feeding dish.
I’m about to own up to it all because I can’t handle the stress. I’m worried sick about Dori’s possible pregnancy. She’s already high-risk, so this tension isn’t good for her or the baby.
With all this talk about me dating, her fiery temper rages. She’s armed with every reason she needs to leave me and raise this baby with Hunter.
Fuck.
She’s more than livid with me right now. I don’t think she would, but she could tell him it was his just out of spite. I shouldn't have gone on those dates, but my heart was crushed by an eighteen-wheeler with a vengeance.
