Wyatt and Noah,” Allision retorted in disgust. “It’s a shitty thing to do.”
“Shitty because you had a crush on him or shitty because you plan to go after my sloppy seconds?”
“It’s just plain shitty. Sure, I think he’s supermodel gorgeous and totally had planned to corrupt his life, but you’re wrong,” Allison replied.
“Fine, I’ll break it off, but not until after the dance. He looks way better in a suit than Billy. We’re going to be the best looking couple there.”
I backed away from Lauren’s house and went home. The next day at school I dumped her in front of everyone and became a legend. What no one ever knew was how that made me feel, how out of control I felt.
“Are you listening to me, John?” I turn from the window and look at her.
Missy and I aren’t compatible. She’s not who she sold me on in the beginning. She put on a good show at first, but she’s vanilla as a pint of Häagen-Dazs.
I stare at her and again something that’s been nagging at me comes to mind. I’ve never been in love. Not with any of the girls I’ve been in arrangements with. I was always intrigued by the life, but that shit with Lauren pushed me fully into it.
I tilt my head at Missy and squint my eyes. She isn’t the one, but I have this feeling like I’m missing the one that is. I know I don’t know her, haven’t met her, but she’s out there.
The one that will enjoy my lifestyle and all that comes with me. When it comes to Missy, I’ve known for a while that she’s not into all of it. That’s why I think it’s about time I end this arrangement.
“John,” she barks out my name.
And still, I can’t see her. I can only see the mounting reasons for moving on. She puts on airs to please me. That’s not the type of Sub I want. I want someone that enjoys every aspect of our relationship as much as I do.
Suddenly, we’re in her apartment, but the atmosphere is much different. Yeah, I’d been planning to break things off, but for this one night, I wanted to chill. Blow off some steam. After all, that’s what our relationship is for. It was what we agreed to.
“John, I said we need to talk,” she says from her couch.
My nonchalant mood from when I arrived goes up in smoke and I home in on the minor details. I begin to calculate the facts I’m taking in. Her hair is a little messy and she looks nervous. How did I not notice she’s not ready for our date? Something is off.
Can she sense that this is going to be our last date?
God, don’t let her ask me to extend our arrangement. I’m over this. Ready to move on and find someone that takes me there. Someone that can handle all of me.
Shit.
She’s going to make this more difficult than I planned. In an instant, I decided that maybe this should be the end. I can go to dinner alone.
A year is a year. That’s all we consented to. Knowing what I know now, I have no plans on extending things. They shouldn’t have lasted as long as they did.
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” I reply with my decision made.
“Let me go first.”
I assess her a little more closely. The long sleeve shirt she has on is pulled down over her hands. She starts to fidget and stands to hold one hand out. Covered by her sleeve is some type of plastic stick.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not slow or anything, it’s quite the opposite. However, it takes my ass a few beats to connect with what’s in her hand.
I lift my gaze to hers. “What the hell is that?”
“You know I’m on birth control, but… I don’t know what happened. I’m pregnant.”
I look at Missy like she has two heads. Pushing a hand through my hair, I damn near growl. In my going on twenty-eight years of life, I’ve been with multiple women.
I can’t count how many dungeons I’ve been in. How many sex parties I’ve hosted and been a guest at. I’ve slayed more pussy than Buffy did vampires.
Never, ever, have I—
“Fuck,” I bellow.
I close my eyes and I want to stab myself with hot pokers. My father has warned me repeatedly about my lifestyle. Hell, my mother hasn’t bitten her tongue either.
“It’s going to bite you in the