Page 177 of So This Is War
Blakely:Oh, that was a good idea, Posey. I’m impressed.
Ollie:I’m impressed too.
Levi:I don’t see why you’re so surprised. I’m not an idiot.
Penny:Yes, you are.
Blakely:You most certainly are.
Ollie:Biggest idiot I know.
Winnie:Sorry to say, but you’re an idiot.
Levi:Wow, says the happily-in-love women whom I helped form your relationships.
Penny:Not this again.
Winnie:I asked Pacey about that, and he said you were full of shit.
Ollie:Silas said the same.
Penny:Eli gave you credit for some of the texting, but that’s it.
Blakely:Halsey still says he would have figured it all out on his own either way.
Levi:Erroneous! They are all liars, and I hope they burn in hell for it.
Ollie:Wow, a bit extreme, don’t you think?
Levi:Extreme would have been wishing all of you to burn in hell. I just wished it upon them. I can wish it upon you too if you would like.
Penny:We’ll pass.
I jogup to my apartment door and unlock it, my mind set on one thing . . . Wylie.
We won our game tonight, but it wasn’t an easy win. OC scored a goal with an assist from Halsey in the last thirty seconds of the game to put us on top. It was fucking stressful, and I know Coach Wood wasn’t happy with how it all went down.
At least we won. That’s what should matter most.
And after the game, I got in a quick leg workout . . . and I mean quick before taking a shower and hurrying back to my car.
Now that I’m home, I’m fucking excited at the possibilities.
I open the door, and I’m surprised when I walk into a quiet and dark apartment. Fuck, is she not here? Panic seeps through me as I shut the door and lock it behind me.
“Wylie?” I call out as I take off my shoes.
“Bedroom,” she says, causing my mouth to water.
I try to keep cool as I walk down the hallway to the bedroom. I part the door open and find her completely naked on my bed, her hands in soft cuffs that I had made specifically for my furniture. Long straps connect to the corner of the bedposts that can be adjusted, with soft cuffs that wrap around the wrists. Her feet are strapped in as well.
How the hell did she do this?
I slowly shut my bedroom door as I stare at her and how her legs are parted, waiting for me. Her submission a gift ready for me to explore.
Keeping my eyes on her, I shed my suit jacket and slowly unbutton my dress shirt, her eyes following my every movement. She watches intently as I work on every single button, taking my time because I’m addicted to her shameless perusal.
Wetting my lips, I ask, “How did you do this yourself, Wylie?”
