limping my vehicle
to the curb. Too pissed to cry, I wiggled my feet into the cold, damp heels I’d
worn to George’s funeral. When I stepped out of the car and slammed the door, I
snorted at my reflection in the window of a dry cleaner. Trevor would have a
hay-day if he saw my current fashion statement: thermal shirt, baggy sweat
pants, and black high heels. “Penthouse centerfold, here I come,” I hissed, as
I stomped down the sidewalk.
The cold rain burned my face and the clothes Tony lent me
were soaked in minutes. Tired, angry, cold, and numb, I made my way to the
entrance of Genesis. When I tried turning the knob, I shook my head. It was
locked.
“Of course it’s fucking locked! Why would it be open? Oh,
that would be too goddamn easy wouldn’t it? Being locked out of my house, every
fucking dime yanked from my fingertips, a car without any gas, ruined leather
shoes, freezing my ass off in this son of a bitching rain! Why on earth did I
even hope that the fucking door would be open?” Screaming at the portal, I gave
it a swift kick that sent a ribbon of pain straight up my shin.
With a heavy sigh, I trudged around the side of the building
toward the back parking lot. The wind and rain pierced my flesh like a thousand
tiny needles. Gazing over the gravel strewn lot, there wasn’t a car in sight. I
exhaled a heavy sigh before climbing the stairs to the back entrance. I didn’t
know the code to unlock the door, so I curled up in the tiny alcove attempting
to shield myself from the blustery cold wind.
I knew Sammie would arrive soon and open the club, so I
waited and shivered, praying she wouldn’t be long. The petite Domme was a fiery little thing but she held a world of
compassion in her soft heart. She’d let me inside so I could crash in the
private room George and I once shared. I’d be able to take another hot shower
and hopefully find some dry, warm clothes that Master and I kept stored in our
dresser there.
My chest tightened at the thought of stepping inside those
four walls without him. We’d spent so many nights lost in our own little world.
Misery had me in a stranglehold, and I couldn’t seem to pry its wicked hands from
my throat. For the first time in my life, I wondered if I was going to survive
the pain.
Looking up at the sound of crunching gravel and the soft hum
of an engine, I watched Tony pull into the lot. Great. Just fucking great. It had to be him, didn’t it? “Shit,” I cursed under my breath as he jumped out of his car, hunched his
shoulders against the windswept rain, and hurried toward me.
“ Leagh ? What are you doing here? Why are you sitting
outside?”
“Can you please just let me in?” I asked, trying hard not to
whine.
“Of course, angel, but why are you sitting out here?”
Fighting the urge to fall against his chest, surround myself
in his heat and strength, and cry, I clenched my fists so I wouldn’t touch him
and explained the craptastic chain of events. Ending my tale of woe with my abandoned car down the street.
When he opened his mouth to speak, another vehicle pulled
into the lot. Tony cursed, and a look of worry settled over his face.
“Hold on. I’ll be right back.”
He bounded down the stairs as the car pulled to a stop
beside him. Peering into the vehicle, I recognized Destiny, a massive pain slut
and one of Tony’s regular bottoms, sitting behind the wheel.
“Hey, Des. Sorry but something’s
come up. I need to reschedule,” Tony explained.
“But you said to meet you now ‘ cuz you wanted to use me hard. I changed all my plans for this. And now you want to
reschedule? You’re joking right?”
I could hear the bitterness in her voice.
“I know exactly what I said, girl,” Tony’s tone held a sharp
edge, heavy with dominance. It made me quiver. “I didn’t purposefully mess up
your plans, Destiny. But Dahlia needs my help right now, so you and