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| wondered if Marshall had known that | was his student but | discarded it as soon as | thought of it. No, if he had

known, he would have told me. However, what hurts the most was seeing how great he was at pretending we

were strangers. As if we had never even met, spart ofunderstood that he needed to act like this but

another part was afraid that if he was this good at pretending, he couldn't possibly have cared as much about

My brain was good at overthinking, | was fantastic at imagining the worst and as aware as | was of that, |

couldn't stop. | couldn't shut my brain off, | prayed on my own insecurities and dug into them until everything

was ripped open. Tticked too **n slow, every second was a minute and every minute was an hour. | wanted

to get out of here, for just a short while, | wanted space to think and to figure out what the hell | was going to do

about this. Another dark thought entered my mind. If Marshall and | couldn't be together z what would happen to

Riccardo and Kingston? And me? Because they were a package deal and | didn't want them if | couldn't have

them all. It would hurt too much, they would only remindof Marshall and | wouldn't be able to bear it. | didn't

think the other would want to exclude marshall either. F***k, only yesterday, it was only yesterday | had been

with them. | had woken up in Riccardo's arms and Marshall's arms and made breakfast with Kingston. When he

finally ended his class, which he did as fast as he could, | sat there for a moment in a daze. | figured | would wait

| wait for the room to empty out so | could talk to him but the girls got to him first. He was surrounded by them

as they asked questions about the course, the syllabus and everything in between. Sof the questions might

have been genuine but most weren't. It shouldn't have been a shock tothat they were basically throwing

themselves at him but it was. At Riccardo's club, everyone had respected our relationship but here, the girls

didn't know, they couldn't know. With heavy steps, | exited the room and just as | walked out the door, I looked

over my shoulder and made eye contact with him. For a split second there, he let go of his own pain but it was

gone again when he shifted his focus back to the girl currently talking. What a mess we had unwittingly gotten

ourselves into. The humidity was like a wet slap in my face when | left the building but | was grateful for the fresh

air, nevertheless. My first day of school was officially over and it had been even worse than my overactive brain

could have imagined. On autopilot, | started walking towards my bus stop but halfway there, | stopped. Being

halone was the last thing | needed right now. | needed to talk, to vent to someone | trusted. | could have

waited for him but the longer | stood there, the more | realized | wasn't ready to meet him yet. At spoint, |

definitely would but not right now.

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Instead, | picked up my phone and dialed Riccardo's number. He knew about both Marshall and

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didn't

and | remembered a again checking the e caller id thinking it was Riccardo.

that he had said he had a couple of meetings today. | briefly considered if | should call Kingston but he and | both

know he wasn't a talker and right now, | needed sto talk to. Just then, my phone rang, | answered it before

"Angelia," Marshall breathed in relief spring from my eyes.

"..! sorry,

"Where

| didn't know." His voice broke and | could hear the spain in him that | felt.

t know either." | said, wanting him to know it.

Where are you? We need to talk." Letting out a sigh | nodded.

"Yes, we do but | can't right now. | just.. | am a mess and | can't think clearly." He went silent for a while but then

spoke.

"I understand," he sounded almost resigned.

| swallowed down with a shaky hand, I dried them only for new ones to take their place.

the sobs and tried to blink away the tears but | failed, they were streaming

down my face

and

"We will talk, I will call you tomorrow." | promised.

"And | will be waiting."

It was only when | hung up that | realized he had said my nand not a baby girl like he usually called me. My

throat ached as | held back the sobs that wanted out, maybe | was reading too

much into it. It wasn't like he hadn't calledby my nbefore.

Calm the f*** down, Angelia. Get a grip.' | said to myself.

| was an anxious kind of person with anxious thought patterns which meant that | always expected and prepared

for the worst outcome. It was a trait | hated to have but one that was so ingrained inthat it was hard to

shake off. Indecision keptin places as | wondered if | should wait for Riccardo to contactor | should just

go to him. | was going to him, | needed to talk to someone and he was one of the few who would not only

understand mine and Marshall's situation but maybe he would helpsort out my thoughts enough forto

think clearly. Searching on my phone, | found out which transportation would getto Pleasure Palace the

fastest and with determined steps, | walked at the brisk pace to the subway station. | was single-

minded as | swiped the card at the turnstile and found the right platform.

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The train | was supposed to go on had closed its door and was slowly gaining speed, driving away from me. Just

my f***g luck, five minutes waiting wasn't that bad if it wasn't for the fact that | 'didn't do well with being left

alone with my throughts. When | finally reached the club, I had a club, problem. | wasn't dressed by the dress

code, | cursed as | stepped towards the bouncers. Luckily, by smiracle they recognizedas a member

and letin. Now, | only had to deal with Adanna, aka the b***h currently staring at me. You can't go in dressed

like that." She sneered.

Gosh, I did not have patience for this right now and for once, | didn't pull back.

"That is exactly what | am going to do, if you have a problem with it then you can take it with my dominants. |

am sure you know one of them? Your boss."

She let out a shocked gasp and | nearly smiled smugly at her but | didn't because | was already moving down the

stairs. Not taking a second to admire the photos in the hallway, | knocked on the door that led to the dungeon.

Someone opened up and | stepped through before hurrying across the floor. The sensual music, sounds of whips

thundering through the air and people talking went unnoticed by me. All | could think about was getting to

Riccardo. And shit, | slowed down as | got to the stairs that would leadto his office, seeing the man guarding

it. But then I figured, if I couldn't talk him into lettingup, | could possibly have him get Riccardo down to

me.

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"Hi, | am Mr. Morgan's submissive and | need to see him." | explained when | got closer to the

man.

"Your name?"

"Angelia Hartwell." He tapped on a tablet he was holding, it was probably the vip list but | knew it would be of no

use.

"lI won't be on the lis..."

"Go on up." He said, cuttingoff as ye stepped aside. Puzzled, | started up the step but paused. "Where is

Riccar.... | mean where is Mr. Morgan's office." His eyes narrowed.

"I thought you said you were his submissive?"

"Oh yes, | am. | just haven't been at his office yet. If he wouldn't tell me, | would just have to find

it myself.

"Take the first right down the hallway, his office is at the very end." He informedrather

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his instructions, | found his office's door slightly ajar and was just about to knock when | heard someone shout.

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