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REECEI hit the treadmill, my legs pushing me forward, my arms pumping, my lungs heaving with the need for oxygen. Loud, angry music blares in my ears. I’ve been fighting with myself for three days. I’ve hardly slept. I’ve hardly eaten. I haven’t had any desire to take a submissive back to my playroom. I’m miserable all the time, and f**k if I know what to do about it.
Pressing the incline button, I pump my legs faster to sprint up the hill. Oliver’s words from the engagement party swim in my head. Macey’s defeated tone replays over and over. Hale’s anger. s**t, even Chrissy was shooting me evil glares that night once Macey stormed out. I hate people pointing out my weaknesses. Maybe that’s the Dominant within me. Then again, maybe that’s just part of being a man. We’re supposed to be
