Page 32 of The Cat's Dom

“Less than two minutes. Caden checked on me every five minutes.”

Caden snorted. “Oh, it wasn’t that bad.”

She nodded and smiled. “Yes, it was.”

“Caden, can you take Cat into our condo, please?” Macy asked calmly.

Caden grabbed onto her upper arm and started leading her to the door. She made him stop at Macy and placed her hand on his chest.

“You can’t kill him, Macy.”

Caden snorted, and Macy sighed.

“I’m just going to talk to him, Baby,” Macy said in a reasonable tone that she didn’t buy for a moment.

“No blood?”

Macy pointed down at the man that was trying to get past them but couldn’t. “You let Caden make him bleed.”

Oh, my God, he sounded like a sulky child. “I didn’t know he would hit him until it was too late.”

“Fine,” Macy grunted.

“Come on, Cat, so Macy can have his little talk.”

She tried to look back, but Caden wouldn’t let her. He got them into Macy’s condo and then stood in front of the door to the hallway with his legs spread and his arms crossed over his chest in a Dom pose.

She rolled her eyes. “Caden, what do you think I’m going to do.”

“Interrupt them,” he said.

She scowled because that was exactly what she was going to do.

Cat set the pad of paper and pen down on the island in the kitchen and leaned against it.

Caden sighed. “He deserves what he’s getting, honey. I saw the fear on your face when I walked in.”

She looked down and then nodded. She had been afraid for a moment, but she also knew all she had to do was scream, and she’d have guys running to her.

Cat heard a thump and then something scraping against the floor in the hallway. Then she heard voices and then nothing for a moment until the door opened, and Macy walked in.

Cat could tell he seemed calmer.

“What did you do to him?”

“I promise there was no more blood.”

“Macy…” she said.

“Let’s just say he won’t be able to walk straight for a few days and probably not be able to father a child, and it’ll be a bit hard for him to breathe. But other than that, he’s fine,” Macy said.

Cat sighed, and Caden tried to hold his laugh in but failed. “You’re not helping. You’re supposed to be sensible, Caden.”

Macy grunted, and Caden snorted.

“Who told you that?” He looked at Macy. “Would you call me a sensible guy?”

“Fuck, no. You have no sensibility to anything except food,” Macy said.

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