Chapter 7
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3 months later
Gregory furiously pulls me out from the bar, kicking and screaming over his shoulder.
“Put me down! NOW!” I scream, fighting him all the way to his car.
“No, I will not. You are getting out of control, Snow, and it has to stop!” He says, swatting my ass.
The moan that escapes my lips shocked me to the core.
What the hell is that reaction?!
All along the drive, I keep glancing toward him, my cheeks reddening the more I do.
“Something to say?” He finally asks, not even bothering to look my way.
I turn my attention quickly out my window and say nothing.
The snicker I think I heard coming out of him, pisses me off even more than my reaction to his spanking did.
“No insults today?”
I huff and still don’t answer, rubbing my thighs together.
How can I be wet from getting spanked? This shouldn’t be happening.
Arriving at my apartment, I get out as fast as I can, not bothering to wait for Gregory.
I unlock my door and step inside. For a second, I let my pettiness take over and I slam the door shut.
At least I tried to.
“Really, Snow? Slamming the door in my face. How childish” He says with a raised eyebrow.
“Can’t you just leave? I’m home and safe, you don’t have to stay here now.” I answer, rolling my eyes.
Wow, does the liquor make me brave?
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Right, you and Princeton have a “plan” to keep me safe. I’m an adult, I can take care of myself just fine, thank you very much!”
“Says the girl who couldn’t fight off her assailant and has been whoring herself around, giving herself to idiots at a bar. Giving us a hard time while we try and keep you safe. Making Henry and Dorian wait either by the washroom or near some i***t's car until you were done. All because you want to prove a point to her dear stepmother!” He yells, making my heart tighten.
“That’s a low blow…” I whisper, tears glossing over my eyes.
I turn around, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of affecting me this much with his words.
“I’m frustrating?! Seriously? Try having your every move monitored, either by bodyguards or f*****g Huntsman's trying to take your life, all because your greedy stepmother wants everything from you!” I say, whipping my tears violently.
“Try burying your father too early!”
He takes a step closer. I take one back.
“Try trying to heal from all that, and suspecting your stepmother, the one that was supposed to love your father, to have murdered him for his fortune!” I yell, more tears falling down.
“Try getting assaulted and then blamed for it by my said stepmother for being too pretty and innocent!”
One more step forward, and one backward, hitting my back against the wall near my bedroom door.
“I am not weak, nor am I innocent!” I whisper, keeping my eyes on the floor, sobbing silently.
“Get out…” I say, keeping my eyes cast down. I’m hurt and I feel betrayed. I never imagined he would hurt me so. It might have only been words, but they cut deeply.
“Snow, I’m sor…”
“I said get out! Get the f**k out of my apartment! NOW!” I scream mere inches from his face.
I see the hurt in his eyes, but I don’t care. I’m hurt too.
He slowly backs away from me and I look away, again only to see Sloan near the kitchen entrance, looking at us wide-eyed.
Embarrassment and frustration engulf me as I realize someone saw this ugly fight.
He quickly makes his way past me, toward Gregory, who is hesitating by the front door whether he should stay or leave.
“Go for now. She’ll be fine with me.” I hear him not so subtly whisper to Gregory.
With a low grunt and one last look at me, he leaves slamming the door.
All of the feelings, all of the hurt I was miserably trying to hide, burst out as soon as the door slammed, shattering my heart.
I crumble to the grown, letting out loud uncontrollable sobs.
In no time, Sloan is crouched in front of me, while I have my head buried in my arms, unable to look at him.
“What happened, Snow? Why were you and Gregory fighting?” He asks, rubbing his thumb on my forearm.
I can barely take a breath in between sobs, let alone answer his question.
After a while, I hear him calling someone.
“Hi, babe. It’s me. Yes, not really. I need your help. I don’t know what happened, and I’m not too sure what to do.”
Babe?
“Yes, it’s her. I don’t know. Gregory said… Just come over and we’ll talk here. Okay. See you soon.” He says, placing his phone back in his pocket and sitting closely next to me.
“I don’t really know what to do in this kind of situation. Battles and combat I have no problem. And I want to be there for you, but I have no clue what to say or do. I hope it’s alright with you that I called Bash for re-enforcement. He is a little more in-tuned with feeling and stuff.” He says, making me frown.
I look at him curiously, but I don’t say anything, tears still staining my alcohol-induced flushed cheeks.
He sits there with me on the floor for a good half an hour before Bash walks in.
Taking off his jacket, he comes closer and crouches in front of me too.
“Hey,” He says softly. “Mind telling me what happened for you to be this upset?” He asks, placing his hands on my cheek, whipping away my tears.
I shake my head no.
To be honest, I’m not even sure why Gregory was so mad at the club. I was only dancing. Yeah, I was dancing on a table and side pols, but it was all in good fun.
“Something must have happened, or you wouldn’t be crying this much. Come on now. Please tell me so I can know what to do to help.”
Trying to take calming breaths, I close my eyes.
“Greg said… That I was… being a w***e…” I say, sobbing once more, placing both my hands over my face.
I shouldn’t be feeling ashamed of what I’ve been doing. It’s my business and it’s not like we’re in a relationship or anything.
But with his harsh words, I can’t help it.
“Okay, for one, you are not a w***e. A w***e gets paid for sex.” He says, making me look at him with scolding eyes.
“Sorry. I’m bad at jocking.” He says bashfully.
Staying silent for a moment, he then gasps, straightening up.
“Do you want me to kick Greg’s ass?” He asks, wiggling his brows, making a small smile appear on the corner of my lips.
“There it is.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“The beginning of that beautiful smile I love so much”
His words make me blush, but also widen my smile.
“Thank you,” I say, placing my hand on his, looking at him tenderly.
“You don’t have to thank me, but you are welcome anyway.” He says, bridging my hand to his lips, kissing my palm.
The soft contact of his lips on my skin warms my heart and tightens my core.
I take a sharp breath, glancing at his lips before looking back into his eyes. I like my dry lips, making his eyes darken, lust filling them.
Without a thought, I pull my head higher and kiss him gently.
I feel Sloan's soft hand rub my other arm and I’m taken out of the trans I had fallen into.
“I’m so sorry, Sloan!” I say, pushing Bash away from me, making him frown.
“What are you sorry for?” Sloan asks.
“I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“What are you talking about?” Bash asks, equally confused.
“You called Bash babe on the phone earlier. You’re in a relationship, am I right? Gosh! Gregory’s right. I am a w***e!” I say, crying again.
“I am going to stop you right now! You are NOT a w***e! I don’t ever want to hear those words coming out of that beautiful mouth of yours!” Bash says, making me frown.
“But…”
“No but’s,” Salon interjects. “You are the furthest thing from a w***e. And to be perfectly honest, watching you both kiss, was a turn-on.” He says, a smirk etching on his lips.
“We’ve also had this conversation between us before.”
“What conversation? Between who?” I ask perplexed.
“Look, yes, Bash and I are in a relationship. But the thing is, we are in an open one. We are both bisexual and we’ve talked about having you with us. We don’t just go around with any and everyone. We talk about it beforehand and we make sure we’re both OK with the person we want in our relationship.”
I look at him deadpan. I had no clue about any of this. What should I even answer to that revelation?
“You, Snow, are a beautiful woman, and we would love to worship you.”
“Both of you? You both want me? Like, for s*x?” I ask unsure.
“No, Snow, not just for s*x. Although it would be the cherry on top of a hot fudge Sunday. We also want to spend time with you. Talking about everything and anything. Going to dinners and movies. Being there for you. Cooking with you, cuddling, and everything else in between.”
“Why?”
“I just told you why. Because we care for you deeply and want to treat you as the queen you are.”
“Would you let us?”
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