Breaking the Storm by Sedona Venez
“Tsk-tsk,” he started with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Come on, Stormy. Why play games? It’s obvious the attraction between us is still there.”
I extended my tablet to him. “Show me what type of woman you want.”
He grabbed the tablet, making sure his long, thick fingers stroked mine. I released the tablet before jumping up to walk over to the side bar filled with an assortment of expensive-looking bottles of spirits.
I poured myself a much-needed glass of Bowmore scotch, wasting no time taking a gulp. I sighed when the smoky, spicy, and vanilla flavor notes rolled over my tongue.
“The woman I want must be everything I want and need for the entire time I’m here.”
I straightened my back.
“You’ll be that woman. My perfect little submissive.”
Ripples of arousal went through my body before panic set in. I knew when we were younger Knox was in the exploration stage of the D/s lifestyle, so his words didn’t surprise me, but I refused to let him manipulate me into some simpering submissive.
I turned and pinned him with a glare that made most men curl up and wither away. Knox was not most men.
“Oh, f*ck you, Knox. It will not happen.”
His lips twitched. “You’d be surprised at the kinds of things I can make you do.”
I barely held back from throwing my glass at his head. “Not going to happen.”
“What happened to, What the client wants, the client gets? Well, this client wants you.” He rolled up the sleeves of his crisp, tailored white shirt, displaying the tattoos on his muscled forearms.
“I’m not for sale, Knox.”
“All your escorts have a price, including you,” he said evenly.
I stared at him with my lips pursed in disbelief. “You don’t have enough money to make me do the depraved things I don’t doubt you want.”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m a rich man now, something you told me you needed in your life.”
I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath. “Okay, Knox, you win. I get it. You’re angry over what happened between us. I broke up with you, but that was over five years ago. Get over it.”
“That’s it?” He bit out the words, tight-lipped. “No mention of you being mad at me for allegedly cheating on you with Portia? After all, that was the reason you cited for breaking up with me at the time.” His eyes were calculating, as if he knew something I didn’t.
I stiffened, and my eyes narrowed. Did he know that I’d falsely accused him of cheating just as an excuse to break up with him?
No. That’s impossible.
There was no way he could have known I’d been eavesdropping outside the door for a while before bursting in on both of them.
I blew out a breath. “You want an apology for breaking up with you the way I did? Okay, I apologize. But I wasn’t the only one who f*cked up. You did, too—a fact you have conveniently forgotten.” Not true, but I didn’t really give a sh*t about the truth right now.
Tone just as flat as ever, Knox said, “Don’t play games. I never fucked Portia while I was with you or after you.”
“I don’t care, Knox. This is strictly business.”
“I forgot you do that,” he grumbled, not hiding his discontent.
“When you get emotionally vulnerable, you erect a wall between us.”
“This is bullsh*t!” I muttered under my breath.
“Is it? Because you hid the truth about who you and your family really were.”
“I never lied to you, Knox. I told you what you needed to know.”
“Needed or wanted me to know?”
“I…” I started, and Knox held up his hand.
“Here’s how I see it, Stormy. Before you broke up with me, I was totally upfront with you about wanting a future with you, and you used that as an excuse to push me away. When all you had to do was tell me the truth. The truth about how you felt. The truth about who you were. And you did none of that.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Knox.” That was the truth. I came so close to falling in love with him it terrified me.
“Well, you did.”