Free The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cassidy Browning

broken up with her. It was time to take his career seriously, he’d said. He couldn’t afford to keep partying like a teenager. His wife would leave him if he didn’t straighten up, and where would his political career be then?
    She stifled a sob as she pushed her door open, and heard a gasp behind her. She went on in, knowing Finn would follow. He did.
    “Daphne, where the hell—”
    She held a hand up. “Don’t bother. I know what you’re going to say.”
    “Do you? So you don’t care that I’m quitting?”
    “Don’t quit, Finn. I need you. I’ll be good.”
    “Daphne, I told you if you weren’t back by midnight, I was done.”
    “How do you know I wasn’t back by midnight?” She sat on the bed and gave Finn her best pathetic “please leave me alone now” look.
    He frowned and crossed his arms. He’d been doing that a lot lately. “Let me think. Maybe because you’re just now coming in?”
    “The door was locked. I slept on the front porch. Swear.”
    He looked dubious. “Why didn’t you knock? Or yell?”
    “I don’t know. I did knock—I think. It’s kind of fuzzy.” Not fuzzy enough. She should have had another couple of shots. Maybe then she wouldn’t remember that horrible ride back.
    “I can’t do this anymore, Daph. I can’t watch you ruin your career and your health. You have so much potential. Why are you sabotaging yourself like this?”
    “You don’t need to worry about that anymore. It’s over.” Making a supreme effort to look tough and unconcerned, she flopped onto the bed and tossed her shoes in the general direction of the closet. “I gave him up. I’m not—” She burst into tears.
    In a second Finn’s arms were around her , and he was smoothing her hair and wiping away the mascara that was no doubt running down her face. If there was any left after last night.
    “I’m sorry, sweetie,” he said, but she could hear the relief in his voice. “I can see you’ve had a rough time , and I feel bad about that. But I can’t pretend I won’t be really happy if that’s true. Still, you and I are going to have to come to a new agreement. You keep promising to straighten up, and then you run off. Is it Blaze? Do we need to replace—?”
    “No, no.” She pushed away from him, wiping angrily at her face, ashamed that he was seeing her like this. “Don’t blame him. It’s my fault. I asked him to take me.”
    “He encourages you. He’s a bad influence—God, I sound like your father. Why do you insist on keeping him?”
    “I owe him. You know that. He got me my start in the business. If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t even have gotten that audition with Silver Heat.”
    Finn sighed. “I know that. But it was also him that started all of the problems that made you leave them and Shooting Star before starting Dark Epiphany. Just because he helped you in the beginning doesn’t mean that you have to keep living up to his idea of the rock - star life. People like him party hard and burn out young. You said you didn’t want that. Don’t you want a real career, a life that’s about more than drinking yourself into a stupor every night and blowing your money on drugs and parties? He’s a half-rate guitarist, where you could be a legend.”
    Daphne grabbed a pillow to bury her face in. She didn’t care about the makeup that would be smeared all over it. She wanted him to tell him that what she wanted was him , but there was no point in that now. Obviously she was just a stepladder to him, a career choice—a bad career choice by the look of it. Any day now, if not today, he would throw in the towel and walk out on her, and that’s what she deserved. She’d managed to fool him this far, make him think she was worth his time and effort. But now he was starting to clue in to the fact that she wasn’t. Maybe Allie was making him see her for what she really was. No, that couldn’t be right. Allie was sweet and nice. Her brain was getting cloudy with despair