Page 16 of Don't Date Your Ex Best Friend
Gently gathering her in my arms, I let her hide her face in my neck as she cried.I rubbed her back, soothing her, “Shh, stop crying, it’s over now.Close your eyes and feel.Take deep breaths, Aretta.You did so well.”
She nodded because she knew I meant using the safe word, not the spanking.She knew I honored using the safe word more than the punishment.
We both took a shower together.I held her close, fingering her, gazing at her beautiful face when she came apart in my palm.Cleaning both of us, I told her to apply chamomile lotion on her ass.I ignored her sad frown when I got dressed back in my clothes and kissed her on her forehead.I was gathering my wallet, phone and keys when Aretta breathed sharply over my shoulder.
She was checking her phone, sitting naked on the bed.
“What happened?”
She looked up at me and my right hand.“You punched Richard Jane?”
I pursed my lips, “About that.”
Clearing my throat, I blinked back at my agent.That was last night, and my knuckles still throbbed.My only regret was that I wish I had broken his nose.
“So?What do they want me to do?Knowing HR, they’ve already planned something for me.Are they cutting me out?”I asked with a devious grin.
They would be idiots to cut out a pro athlete like me.
Elliot chuckled, “They are not that much of idiots, Kane.”
Knew it.
“So?”
This time, he grinned back at me, “You have to do some volunteering.”
“Volunteering?”
Elliot nodded as if he was talking to his ten-year-old daughter.“Yes, community service to show the media that you are not going off the bat by punching reporters.They need to know that you are still sane.”
I rolled my eyes.“Yes, Daddy.”
“You give me more grey hairs than my daughters,” he muttered and stood up, gathering some papers.“I will talk to HR and you have to decide where you want to work.”
He was about to walk out of his office when he paused, “And, Ethan?You can have that lollipop.”
Fucking scored it.
2.BEDROOM EYES
KIARA
Igathered all the test papers I had graded last night and organized them according to the students’ names while two pairs of eyes watched me from their tiny desks.
Sighing, I raised my brow at them, “What happened?Why are you two frowning?”
I couldn’t blame them.They were the only kids left in my classroom while others were in the cafeteria, having fun with their friends and eating lunch.
Ben swung his legs, sitting on the desk.It wasn’t allowed, but I didn’t mind.“Do you really have to call in my mom, Miss Kiara?”he asked, his voice small.
I gave him a reassuring smile and cleaned up the desk.“Yes, Ben, you know the drill.We call in parents when teachers need to talk to parents about some stuff.”
I didn’t need to tell him all the details.He was still a kid.I would talk about it with his parents.
Andrew Wu stopped doodling in his notebook.His light brown eyes, similar to his mom’s, narrowed in confusion.“What will you tell Mom?You talk to her every day.”
I did because he and his mom were my roommates for the past two years.We were more than roommates.
