Page 8 of Gentleman Sadist

“Cabana boys at three.” Kristen sighed. “I love my job.”

Will rolled his eyes. “Perv.”

Kristen stuck her tongue out. “Jealous?”

“No,” he replied. “Not in the slightest.”

Roxanne patted his shoulder as she passed by him, Kayla tucked into her side. "The green-eyed monster has made its first appearance." She gave him a pointed look as she glanced over her shoulder. "Tell me, Will, when are you going to stop lying to yourself?"

He bristled at her tone. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” He wouldn’t say she hit the nail on the head, however, she pulled at the corner of one of his scabs. Sure, he could admit he was difficult. Maybe a bit bratty. Nevertheless, what did it say about the Doms who quit before they even started? Did those Doms Ian and Devon chose for him peg him as being some simpering sub who’d do whatever they demanded? No, Will didn’t go to his knees for just anyone. When he saw impatience reflected in their gazes, he’d been the one to walk away. He wouldn’t change who he was to fit someone who didn’twantto give him a chance.

“I believe you heard me,” Roxanne challenged.

“Okay...” Angie stepped between them. “We’re here to recharge and have fun. No arguing.”

Will frowned. “Fine.”

Roxanne nodded.

“Great, let’s grab a bite to eat. Before we know it, it’ll be time for our facials.” Angie hooked her arm through Will’s and pulled him along. “I’m sorry.” She glanced up at him. “I didn’t think she’d throw down the minute we walked through the door.”

“Well, Roxanne isn’t the pacing queen like you are.” He winked at Angie.

“I am pretty good at it, aren’t I?” She giggled then sighed. “I’m so glad you’re here and you’re putting weight back on. Breakups suck. Unlike you, I think I put twenty pounds on after my high school boyfriend dumped me for the homecoming queen.”

“Men are assholes,” Will murmured.

“You can say that again.” She grinned. “Anyway, I’m here for you if you need a shoulder.”

“I know, sweet cheeks. I appreciate it.”

“But...” She glanced up at him.

"This is a stress-free weekend. No talking about assholes and why they can't commit."

“Yeah,” Kristen said. “No talk about assholes. Unless you want to talk about them in conjunction with butt plugs, ass play, spankings, or felching.”

Will scrunched up his face. “You’re so gross.” He shivered. “Why would you ever bring something like felching up?”

“Research.” Kristen shrugged. “Although, I agree it isn’t my thing.”

“Gurrrl...” Will groaned. “I think Devon and I need to have a conversation about your internet consumption and how it can lead to brain rot.”

“Pornhubis a variable fount of knowledge."

“I’m sure.” He patted her hand. “If I don’t get a chance to say it later, thanks for dragging me along.”

“Oh,” she said, “you were coming with us even if I had to kidnap you and take Dio to our house for Ian to watch. Like I told you over the phone, I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“I figured as much.” He pouted. “Are you sure you’re not a switch or a Domme in submissive’s clothing?”

Kristen laughed again. “Not in the slightest. I am very satisfied, thank you very much.”

“Well, then you’re at least a Sadist.”

“Then you must be a masochist.” She shrugged.

“Ugh, I don’t want to talk about it,” he muttered.

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