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Chapter 28 

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“It looks like she got her wish,” grunts Dane, his eyebrows up in the air. “Because damn, that woman’s working it.” As we watch, one of the men slides his hand into the front of her thong, clearly twiddling her clit. Meanwhile, the other pushes the back of her thong out of the way before stroking the tight pleats of her asshole. Janice throws her head back even further, enjoying the depravity as she moans, clutching both men to her chest. 

Clearly a threesome is about to take place, but I don’t need to see it. In fact, I’ve seen all I need to see here at Club Z tonight. Enough to confirm that this isn’t my scene anymore. But also enough for some basic education: women nowadays are into kinky stuff, just like dudes. Polyamorous living, breeding, and even pretending to be a sex doll. 

Maybe I just needed my eyes opened. Maybe what I’ve been doing with Chrissy isn’t so bad because women have desires too, and it’s fine for them to express their preferences. In fact, I appreciate it because it takes the guesswork out of things. 

Suddenly, I know I’ve fucked up because I’ve been judging Chrissy for being nothing but playful. I’ve assumed that the dirty acts and rancid sex have been too much for the teen girl, but now, I know I’m wrong. She’s an adult. She has a high school degree and is of legal age I can’t make these decisions for her, and I shouldn’t have judged her while I held myself to a different standard. Suddenly, I know what I need to do. I need to talk to the curvy girl, and to atone for my actions. That is, if it’s not too late already. 

Chrissy Pov:: 

Ithrow the last of my clothes into my suitcase and close it up. All of my books are already off the shelves and piled neatly in boxes lining the wall. The only thing I still need to do is strip the bed and wash the sheets. I don’t know where I’m going to live yet, but it really doesn’t matter because I just need to get out of here. I found a youth hostel to stay at temporarily, and there are lots of rooms for rent in shared houses. Maybe I can convince Elissa to look at some of them with me and move in somewhere together.. 

After all, I can’t remain here, in Brad’s home. I made up my mind the moment he ended our conversation with those snidel remarks. The way he discarded me still stings, and it’s obvious that I should have moved out months ago, 

Yet it’s been so hot pretending to be one of Brad’s sex dolls. It was fun, and I’ve had incredible sex with the gorgeous older man. But now, my stunts just seem stupid. Why the fuck did I hide in the delivery box? Brad clearly didn’t think it was cute or funny. After I retreated to my room, tears of shame and disappointment poured out. Then, I took a deep breath and here we are now, I’m leaving with my head down and my tail between my legs, 

Angrily, I yank the sheets from the bed and add them to some final items in the laundry basket I want to wash before I leave for good because it might be a while before I can do laundry again, so I want to make the most of it. But as I pick up laundry basket and balance it on my hip to take downstairs, there’s a knock on my door, I freeze, my heart pounding in my 

the 

chest. 

Who is it? It can’t be Brad because I heard him leave not long ago, and besides, I didn’t hear his car pull back into the driveway. I throw a hasty glance outside to confirm he’s still out, but to my surprise, I see Brad’s sedan, parked right there in the driveway where it always is. Oh shit. I must not have heard him come home, preoccupied with my own thoughts as I have been. There’s another gentle rap on the door. 

“Chrissy?” Brad’s baritone voice rumbles from the other side, making butterflies erupt in my belly. “Are you there?” 

“Yes,” I reply, confused. The alpha male’s never come to my room before. Ever. Then, the door creaks open and there he stands, all six four of his hulking, irresistible self. He’s wearing sexy black jeans and a stylish shirt the color of sky. The material hugs the solid muscles of his shoulders, arms and chest the slim fit following the v–shape of his torso to tuck neatly into his trained walit 

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His clothes make him look put together, but his face tells another story. His black hair looks like it’s been hastily raked back with impatient fingers, and a couple of sexy strands have come loose to fall over his brow. His jaw is set, his full lips in a straight line, and those azure eyes flash over my face, down my body, and then to my suitcase and boxes on the floor. His frown deepens. 

“What are you doing?” he growls. But he doesn’t sound angry. He sounds sad. 

“I’m leaving.” I whisper. I’m still balancing the laundry basket on my hip as I watch Brad’s reaction. 

“I can see that,” he replies in a low voice. “But why?” I look at him as if to say, “Come on,” to which he clenches his jaw and takes a sharp inhale of breath. He knows why already. 

“It’s for the best,” I say softly. “I should have moved out months ago. We both know that.” 

He won’t meet my eyes, continuing to stare at my packed bags with a tortured gaze. 

“Is that what you want?” Brad asks, his intonation carefully neutral. I don’t know. Is it? “Because if it is, I won’t stand in your way.” 

“I know,” I say, barely audible. 

“But can we talk first?” he rasps, wou hear me out?” 

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