Page 73 of Dr. Damaged Protector

“One more thing,” Lucas added. “I don't want Kate or James finding out about his infidelity. It's the only card I have against him.”

“But this is my best friend,” I reminded him.

“And my father would think you were the one who followed him,” he explained. “All you need to do is talk some sense into her. If she still doesn't listen, I'll step in myself.”

That was the agreement we had made.

“Still, where the hell is she?” I asked.

It was the next day after my fling with Lucas. He had left for work, but I had afternoon duties. I was expecting to see Kate and talk to her, but it was past 9 and she was yet to leave her bedroom. From what the maids told me, she hadn't left there in three days.

Worried that she might have killed herself, I made my way to the room.

Kate

When I started the life of being an escort, there were a lot of things I didn't like clients doing to me, one of which was doing anything related to BDSM. That day he confronted his son and Olivia, he met me. I was upset with him for his actions toward Olivia.

“Do you forget that you're going to be my wife?” he asked as he grabbed my neck. “And your friend wants to get in the way of that happening. Or maybe you are no longer in love with me.”

“I am…” I replied but at that point I was so unsure of my words.

“I don't think you are,” he insisted. “Maybe you want to go back to Chicago and return to the life of the common street whore you were.”

He didn't have to say that, but it scared me. The very thought and shame of having to go back.

After I had already turned down a lot of clients. Most of my friends knew I was going to get married. How was I going to show my face to them empty-handed? Was I going to leave behind all of this wealth? And go back to seeking gifts from different men?

“Pathetic,” he said as he let go of my neck and I fell to the floor. “Maybe we should call this whole thing off.”

“Wait no, I'm sorry,” I apologized. “I'm sorry I complained. I was just worried and I didn't mean to offend you.”

“What good would your apology do for me?” he sighed.

“I would do anything,” I answered, sealing my doom.

“Anything?” His interest piqued, as he stroked his beard.

I nodded.

“You know there's this thing I've always wanted to do,” you said. “How about you get naked and get on your knees then bow. Beg for forgiveness while you are at it.”

It was a strange request. He had never asked me to do anything like that.

“Okay…” I replied nervously as I took off my night dress.

I did as instructed and bowed to him while naked. “Forgive me for complaining.”

“Not convincing enough,” he said as he placed his feet in front of me. “Go on.”

I had no idea what he was trying to tell me to do, but I knew I didn't like it. I chose the simple thing and kissed his feet. At least he wasn't wearing shoes and his feet didn't stink. I kept trying to see the brighter side of the situation, hoping that the nightmare would end soon.

“That's how you do it?” he asked as he placed his foot on my head and kept me bowing. “One would think that with all your experience in Chicago you would have done something similar to this.”

What is he on about?

“Put your hands behind your back,” he demanded. “And stay like that until I'm done tying.”

“Tying? James I don't do BDSM,” I informed him.

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