Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“So, say I really get off on those types of things—the domination and the force—that’s not a bad thing?” I asked warily.
Jenny smiled. “No. I know that I usually don’t share personal information with you, but I feel like maybe this one time, to hear that someone as adjusted as me has these same kinds of fantasies, might make you feel better. I go to sex clubs. I enjoy role play, domination, and light slave play.”
I don’t know how I kept my mouth from falling open in shock, but I did.
Composing myself, I drew a deep breath and said, “It does.”
She closed her book and stood. “That’s all for today then. If you have any more questions or would like to meet any other time in the next six months, feel free to make an appointment.”
I stood up, too, smoothing my scrub top down over my hips.
After saying our goodbyes, I headed to work.
I worked at a sleep center in the middle of Dallas, and there wasn’t a night that passed that I didn’t question my thought process.
I could be working at a hospital as a registered nurse, yet I was here, working at a sleep center with my friend Dorie, making about half of what I could be making.
I made decent money.
I worked three twelve-hour shifts a week. I made enough money to pay my utility bills, and I had a fully paid-off apartment that’d lasted for a solid three years, thanks to my granddad.
When all the crap had gone down with my dad’s passing, Granddad had been the beneficiary of Dad’s will.
He’d taken us in, raised us, and then given us all of my father’s spoils. He’d even left Copper a plot of land on the lake that was sandwiched in between Chevy and Cutter’s.
For me, since Granddad knew I hated the lake and everything that it represented—my father’s ultimate goal of having a home there that was so grand no one could compete—he’d given me the money from the sale of our childhood home and a place in Castanon Enterprises whether I wanted that position or not.
I’d taken that and split it in half, giving half to Copper’s life-after-prison fund, and the other half to pay for my college completely and about three years’ rent on an apartment in the middle of Dallas.
Though, that three years was running out soon, and I’d have to start paying for my rent again before I knew it.
Which sucked because that meant I’d have to move.
I couldn’t afford my place much longer with my salary.
My place was bougie as hell, in an upscale apartment building that overlooked the Dallas skyline.
Sadly, my impending circumstances gave me a lot of things to think about.
I didn’t necessarily hate my job at the sleep lab, but I didn’t love it, either.
To be completely truthful, my ultimate goal was to find someone that adored my kinky side and wanted to give me everything—i.e., allowing me to stay home, raise our kids, and be available to him mind, body and soul any time he wanted me.
I wanted to not think.
I know that’s a crazy concept in this day and age, but that was my goal. I wanted someone to take care of me, give me what I needed, and love me unconditionally. All the while I’d give them everything that I had in my soul.
Was that too much to ask for?
Working when you truly didn’t want to work was a mind game.
All thoughts on my life and what I was going to do with it were put on the back burner when I got to work and spotted a close-enough parking spot that I wouldn’t be walking for eight days in the dark.
I expertly backed into it, shut the engine off, and gathered my things.
The sleep lab, though nice during the day time, was a bit scary at night.
In the middle of a rougher part of Dallas, it didn’t give me the warm fuzzies when I got out of my safe car and headed down the street to work.
Like all parts of downtown, there wasn’t much parking to be had, and I was lucky to find one as close as I did at this time at night when everyone was usually home or getting home for the night.
I had to walk past six alleyways on my way into work, and all of them were occupied by questionable looking people. The trick was to avoid eye contact, and always have a knife in your hand to make you look crazy.
My brother, Chevy, taught me that.
The more crazy you look, the less likely they are to mess with you.
That was why I walked with a huge hunting knife that likely looked too big for my hand.
But it worked.
No one ever messed with me.
On the last alley I passed, a light caught my eye.