Page 32 of Still His

“What the hell?!” He’s not exactly angry, but he doesn’t look happy either. “Why would you do that? This company is your whole life other than that girl.” His voice trails off as his thoughts turn over in his mind. “Is everything alright? Is she okay?” He’s instantly worried for my girl and it makes me even more grateful to have his friendship.

“Cat is fine.” Taking a deep breath, I lean my forearms onto the desk. “I haven’t been one hundred percent honest with you these past three years.”

“O—kay?” he asks slowly, shifting in the chair like he’s uncomfortable. “And what exactly have you been….untruthful about?” He watches me as I brace myself to tell him the despicable and disgusting things I’ve done.

I’m not talking about my relationship with Cat. He will eventually see reason on that, but me hiding my identity and spying on her, watching her without her knowledge of who I was? That’s where he’s going to have a problem.

“Remember how you helped me find Cat when she left?”

He grimaces and swallows, fixing his suit jacket and avoiding my eyes. “Uh.” Cough. “Yeah, I remember.” He cools his features before focusing his eyes back on me and I narrow mine. He has the decency to look guilty. Oh, he definitely didn’t stop with that one video.

“How often did you watch her?” I narrow my eyes and he runs his hands down his face.

“A few. I’m sorry!” he pleads like he’s afraid I’m going to beat the shit out of him.

I want to, but that’s not going to help this situation right now. I also can’t really blame him considering I watched her almost every night for three years and deceived her into thinking I was someone else.

“If I beat the shit out of you, I’m going to have to track down everyone else and beat the shit out of them before hiring someone to do the same to me.” I internally flinch as the room goes so silent you could hear a pin drop.

He doesn’t say a word as he stares at me, his mind racing with what I’ve just told him.

I just confessed that I watched my daughter get naked and fuck herself on camera and he doesn’t even know how often I did it.

That just makes me seem even more fucked up.

I know this situation with Cat and I isn’t normal, but I also know deep in my soul she’s the only one for me. She doesn’t care about who we were before, but she does care about what others think…or more appropriately, what others think of me.

It’s why I’ve sold my company. I want to give Cat everything she has ever dreamed of, including the freedom to not have people attacking us for who we are.

I want her to have a place where she’s free to be exactly who she wants to be and to be around people like her. Like us.

BDSM isn’t for everyone and especially not pet play, but I know I can create a safe space for her and other submissives and dominants to feel safe to be who they are and still give Cat the option of being a cam girl.

I have it all sorted out in my head and have even started looking at real estate in Edmonton along with legal council to hire the right trainers and teachers for the job.

It’s just a matter of finding the right location and people to get it started. And obviously, having a long talk with my kitten before any of that is actually done.

“You…watched her?” I nod. “More than that first night?”

I take a deep breath and nod again, refusing to be ashamed of what I’ve done. Not when it led us to where we are now. “Yes.”

“Does she know this?” I nod again.

“She knows now, yes.”

He clears his throat and sits up straighter, a darker look crossing his face.

“She didn’t then?” I shake my head and he makes a sound of anger. “Simon! What the fuck were you thinking?! How long did you watch her without her knowing, hmm? Where is she? She can come to me if she doesn’t feel comfortable with you.” He’s pacing my office as he shouts and I’m thankful my office is soundproof.

I was fine with answering his questions in a calm manner until he threatened to take her away from me. I stand up from my chair and walk over to him, the violent intent obvious from my stance, but he doesn’t back down.

“Watch it, Greg. She is never in danger with me,” I spit out through my teeth, my nostrils flaring as I grind my jaw. My hands are in fists at my sides as I fight the urge to throttle him. “Sit down and let me talk.” I take a step towards him, our chests almost touching before he pushes me back a bit and sits back down in the chair he vacated.

“Yes, I would love to hear you explain violating her in that way.”

My stomach actually turns to acid at his words. Is that what I did? Did she feel like I violated more than just her privacy?

Fuck, I hope not. If I hadn’t already known exactly how she felt for me, I never would have given myself permission to cross that line. I’m not a complete fucking bastard.

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