Not About Love by Kina Gutierrez, Ashiza Chan (interesting novels to read TXT) 📖

it. I don't care if you are my doms, I draw the line here. First it was the alley and now this. I'm not gonna lower my standards just because you want me to. That isn't apart of our agreement." I scowled at him. I was looking and talking mostly to Dominic, but I was adressing them both.

"You're really going to start acting professional about this now? As if we haven't already gone beyond that stupid little contract. What we have now is more than just some average dom-sub professional relationship. This is more." Dominic snapped back.

"He's right Lex." Dameion agreed. I turned my glare on him.

"I know he's right, Dameion... But that still doesn't mean I'm gonna do anything in a place like this. You two were pushing it when we did it in the alley, but this. This is just a no. There are other people who can hear us, all kinds of people have used these rooms. I'm. Not. Doing it." I explained. This was vexing. Usually when I was with them I felt loved and comfortable; but this... This was making me feel uncomfortable and degraded. I didn't like it. Dominic stood, stomping over to the door and throwing it open with a bang. 

"If you dislike it so much then you can leave. Nobody is forcing you to stay. Nobody's forcing you to do anything!" 

I stared at him for a moment. My eyes and nose burned as I held back an oncoming slew of tears and unintelligble shouts.

"All of this... just because I didn't want to fuck in some sleazy love hotel? Fine!" I stormed out of the door, throwing the lingerie piece in his face as I passed him. God! He's so unbelievable sometimes; always the first to argue and say something he regrets. I know he was just upset. I also know that he'll come and apologize later -- but none of that excuses his behavior.

Well.... Since my plans for the evening have officially been canceled, I suppose it's time for a girls night in with my three besties; Me, Myself, and I. 

 

Writers Block

 So I've got some nasty writers block... I started this book with tons of ideas, but I've got some stuff going on right now and it's really stunting my creatice writing ideas. I won't be updating anything for a while. Sorry, but I hope you all bare with me, I'll defiantly be back! 

Chapter Two

The moment I arrived back to my giant, lonely home, I dialed the numbers for both a pizza place and some Chinese delivery. I threw my shoes to the side, plopping onto a chair in the foyer. After a moment of careful consideration, I redialed the pizza place and canceled my order. I really don't feel like being alone tonight. I quickly dialed another number.

 

"Hey Margerie!"

"H- Hello? Who is this? I really don't have time for your games right now Stacey.."

"No no! This is Lex... As in Alexia."

"Oh! Alexia. I'm so sorry about that... Stacey is my ex husbands new fling... She's always calling my phone at random times. I'm really sorry about that."

"Yea.. no it's fine. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for a girls night kind of thing?"

"Um.. but don't we have to work tomorrow? Plus, I wouldn't want to intrude on you..."

"No it's fine if you can't come. You wouldn't be intruding though, love."

"Well if you're fine with I'd love to. A break from all this nonstop work would be really nice."

"Okay great! I'll text you the adress."

"Okay. Just let me grab an overnight bag and some shoes."

"Oh- Okay then. I'll see you soon then."

Margerie and I have never been great friends -more of everyday acquaintances- but that didn't stop us from talking sometimes and exchanging numbers. 

 

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I stood up, yawning, and walked to the door. I opened it with a fake smile.

"Please don't ring-" My smile dropped at the sight of Dominic on my doorstep.

"I accept your apology but that doesn't mean I'm not mad. Please leave." I spoke before he could. He sighed but complied nonetheless. It's always the same. He does something to upset me, his partner takes his side leaving me to feel as if I'm the one in the wrong, I refuse to agree with them, he sees what he did wrong -comes to apologize- and I forgive him. . .

 

 

 

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Publication Date: 06-20-2016

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