Page 19 of Claiming Kenna

“My boss messaged me today about work wanting to know what I wanted to do tonight,”

“Obviously you’re not working,”

“Obviously? I don’t think any of this is obvious,” I replied, throwing my hands up.

“You’re not working there anymore,” he tried again.

“I need money to pay my bills,”

“You can live here rent free,”

“I can’t live here,” I groaned.

“Why not?”

“Because we barely know each other,” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You are mine and I am yours. The rest is minor details,” he brushed it off.

“Minor details?” I stuttered.

“Yeah what if we don’t like the same color will you not move in?”

“Sarcasm is beneath you,” I murmured.

“It’s the truth though.” Cullen bit out.

“I have to work, Cullen,” I tried again.

“OK but you are not working there Kenna. Non negotiable. Wait till after Christmas and try to find a part time office job if you still require a job,” he said to me.

“A job, especially for a broke student is a requirement Cullen,” I replied, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Anything else?” Was all he said back, choosing to ignore the last bit.

“I need to go to my apartment and grab some things if I am staying here this week. I went to school with no backpack today and I needed more books,”

“Well you will be moving in here, so yes you will need your things.”

“We haven’t agreed on that yet, remember,”

“Anything else my little scholar?” He said with anger lacing his tone.

“Yeah, have you had a submissive/dom relationship prior to us? Although I like the spanking sometimes I would like to know a little more about how it started for you because this is new to me,”

Cullen shuffled slightly in his seat and he stared into the blank space in front of him for a moment. I watched him carefully and watched the rise and fall of his chest moving at a rapid rate. He turned his head back to me and gave me a sad smile.

“You know Kenna, my life story isn’t something I share with many people. But if it is a make or break I guess I have no choice,” he left hanging between us. I bit my bottom lip thinking intently on what I am asking from him. I was wanting him to share his deepest and darkest secrets, yet it wasn’t a make or break because I was going to leave him anyway. The pangs of pain I was having yesterday when I thought about leaving him were now a deep stab right through my chest. As the days go by I weaken and think cutting off my own family may be the easier decision. Life was one messed up mother fucker.

“You don’t have to share everything with me. Not until you are ready,” I confessed, feeling like the worst person in the world right now.

“OK, well I have my own things I want to talk about.” This brought my attention to full alert now.

“What?” I asked.

“There are only two days left of school. You have to sit at the front of the classroom,”

“Why?”

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