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Chapter 161: Thank You For The Gifts

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"You took a while and | just wanted to check in and see if you were okay." Marshall finished with a swallow,

looking back up.

"Oh, sorry. | must have forgotten the time." | smiled, but it was just as strained as his.

"That is okay, | don't mind waiting but Riccardo and Kingston are getting a bit restless." At the mention of the

other two, his phone dinged once. "And that is probably them again." He said but didn't make a move to answer

"Right, we should probably go meet them. Are they at the club?" | made sure they locked my door before we

made a move down the stairs.

As if our bodies weren't aware of the current issues between us, they drew together with his hand automatically

going to the small of my back and my muscles immediately relaxing into his touch. The warmth of his hand

radiated through the thin fabric of my dress and | almost sighed at the pleasant feeling of his hand on my body.

"Yes, they are waiting for us in the meeting room." He replied, guidingcarefully down the

steps.

The meeting room. Would it be the sroom where we went through the bdsm contract together? | didn't ask

but | couldn't help but wonder. While a part ofhoped for it, another part didn't want to relive the memory of

my first real taste of that lifestyle, because | knew | wasn't just taking a step back from them but from the club

as well. No men meant no play and even if the unknown man allowed it, | wouldn't want to be with anyone but

my men. My eyes scanned the street as we got outside, but | relaxed a little when | didn't see anyone. It was a

chill night and | had ***ly forgotten to grab a coat before | headed out. Marshall noticed my slight shiver and

quickly draped his suit jacket over my shoulders. This time, my smile ceasier.

"Thank you," | said sincerely as | put my key in the door to the building and knocked up that one too. The jacket

smelt like him, like the rosewood soap he preferred and an undertone that was entirely from him, sweet and

understated.

Being surrounded by his scent muddled my brain and madeforget everything for a brief moment. As |

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stepped towards where his car was parked, he rushed to open the door for me. The gesture warmed my chest

but only for a second before | remembered that this was likely the last

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tit would happen. That thought snuffed out the warmth quickly. As comfortable as his car truly was, it wasn't

comfortable at all. It had more to do with the tension than the cushy seat. | think? he understood that this

wouldn't be a pleasant meeting because he wasn't normally this stiff. His smile was forced, his breathing was too

controlled and his gaze whenever he looked at me, it was heavy with something. Something | tried distancing

myself from because if | didn't, | might just break and risk it all.

"You weren't at school today?" He s suddenly asked, breaking the silence. "Unless... was it just my class you

didn't attend?"

For

a kutt while, I had actually forgotten that tidbit that he was my professor, what could | say? | had been a bit

preoccupied with something else. It still brought a shock to my system to think that the guy he had dominated

initial rift between the three of them and me. That Monday, | had started my business management class,

unbeknownst to both Marshall and me, he was the one who would be teaching it. Riccardo and Kingston had

known he was a professor at my university and because of that, they had known there was a chance | would be

his student. | found out about it when | went to Riccardo's office to vent to him about the situation, only to hear

that not only did he know | studied at Marshall's school but also that he had hired a private investigator to find

It had hurt like hell, finding out how much they had hidden frombefore we had even begun. Bdsm was all

about trust, it was the foundation of the relationship between dominants and submissives. Between master and

s-**es they had broken it. "Not just your class, | had missed many classes this week, so what is two more?" | tried

to joke about it but none of us laughed.

"I will start going to school next week, though." | added.

It wasn't like | had much of a choice. | couldn't fall so far behind that | had never caught up especially when this

was my last semester before | graduated.

"That is good to hear. Remember to talk to your professors. Many have notes from their class available, but since

this is only the first week of classes, you might not have missed all that much. I will send you my notes from

today." "I would really appreciate that, thank you." | looked closely at him before asking. "Don't

you find this weird?"

"Find what, weird?" He gavea quick glance before refocusing on the road.

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"This, us talking about your classes knowing | am your student at Novena University?"

"Not really, | don't find that as important as other things." He didn't say it but | knew he meant

us, all of us as a group.

Riccardo, Kingston, him and me, his eyes toldas much when they connected with mine. | swallowed as |

turned to watch the city lights passing by, unable to hold his gaze any longer. 2

"Thank you for the gift you sent me, I love it." | said as | stared out of the window.

"So the flowers weren't too cheesy?" | could feel his eyes on but | didn't turn around.

"No, | have never gotten flowers before. Besides, | really loved the meaning behind them." | whispered the last

part, hoping he didn't hear it but knowing it had to be said. "You are welcome, baby girl." entered

the street and the closer we got to the club, the tenser | got. | did not look forward to this meeting. | didn't want

this meeting. But it had to be done.

Pleasure Palace was an inconspicuous-bricked building. If it hadn't been for the sign with its name, no one would

think twice about what kinds of things had happened inside. As it was, Pleasure Palace had a certain indication of

what it was all about. Instead of going through the main entrance, Marshall ledinto the alleyway towards the

back door. This way, | wouldn't run

into Adanna, the girl who seemed to have it in forsince my first visit. | was nervous, everything in my body,

every cell of my being objected to this meeting. | wasn't ready for it, | didn't think | ever would be.

Throughout this entire situation we had found ourselves in, | never once stopped caring about them. If that

hadn't been the case, then it would have made all of this a lot easier to deal with. If I didn't care, this wouldn't

have been so hard. My heartbeat rose steadily as | went with him down

ambiance.

the hall. My palms were sweaty and | just barely caught myself before | tripped over nothing but air. Nerves were

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wreaking havoc inside my body. This inside building held a reddish glow and along with the sensual music

playing from the speakers, it created an erotic This place teased your desire out of you, making them cto

the surface. Fitting, considering the nand the purpose of this place. When coming here for the first time, it

could be uncomfortable in the beginning. Still, as you relaxed, you sensed the comfort and safety it provided. |

had been lucky enough to experience such a place where | could let my hidden desires loose and not be

ashamed of them, all the while feeling safe enough to do so.

We stopped briefly by the railing and | looked down at the first floor. Downstairs, | could see couples drinking,

dancing and playing. There were six sections designed for the public scene and

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five of them were in use. | longed to go down there and join the crowd, but mostly to avoid conversation with

them. This would be the first tsince | discovered what they had hidden fromthat | would be in the same

room with all of them. Meeting one of them? Still strong at

the stime? Goodness, that was always intense.

As we got to a familiar door leading into the room where we went through the bdsm contract. Marshall paused

and looked at me, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but instead, he turned back around and opened

the door for us. Chapter Comments

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Kal

I'm not into getting tortured, but these last chapters are nothing but pure torture... Enough already. Pretty please

Sfayz

this is going agonisingly slow omg

I'm starting to get frustrated

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