We're dressed and leaving the room, after I lock it up, to head out the back door. We just get to the door and exiting when we both hear a voice.
"SARINA?!"
She glances and hurries down the stairs and tells me to hurry. I look back to see a man at the far end of the hall with Lucy before the door shuts and locks itself. I get to the car and put my bag in and turn it on. I see Sarina already taking off and follow her out of the parking lot.
I call her up on the car and wait for her to answer.
"Yes?" She asks.
"Whose place are we going to?" I ask her.
"Yours."
"Alright, you want to tell me who that was back there?"
She's quiet on the line and sighs, "That's my ex. Guess he's still fucking her..."
"Okay, I just wanted to know. We can talk more at the house, if you want or we can just have fun. I'll see you shortly."
I send a text to Lance letting him know we left the club. No sooner did I send it, He's calling me back.
"Thank goodness. You would not believe the shit that this bitch tried to say. Her little friend is pissed too, talking about how Lucy is not allowed in the club. They were both pissed seeing the contract differences. Don't worry, she's not allowed to step foot on the property anymore and he will be too if he tries anything. They're both aware of the legal ramifications if they try anything." Lance is agitated but he sighs, "At least they're leaving."
"Who is her friend?" I ask curious.
"Marcus Wade. He's a new member, but he's had his nose up in the air since he's joined. He's not been in too often but I've seen him a couple of times. Why?"
"That's Sarina's ex fiancé." I tell him calmly.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"I wish I was. Turns out that Lucy has been in their relationship for a while. Or at least I'm assuming that." I tell him before pulling into my apartment parking. "I'm here at my place, so I'll talk to you later man. Thank you for handling that earlier."
"No problem, talk to you later Brian."
I hang up and take my bag up to the door and hear Sarina talking on the phone with someone.
"WE are no longer together, Marc!..... DON'T YOU EVEN! YOU WERE THERE WITH HER, SURPRISE, SURPRISE!..... I can do whatever the hell I want with who ever I want! ... You know the best part about being someone else's MARC, HE KNOWS HOW TO TREAT ME RIGHT IN AND OUT OF THE BEDROOM! DO NOT CALL ME AGAIN!" I hear her growl and yell quietly and say through gritted teeth, "ASSHOLE!"
I give her a minute to collect herself, before opening the door. "Hey." I say walking in and setting my bag down. She's pauses her pacing and looks to me with teary eyes full of anger that immediately soften at me. I shut the door and open my arms for her which she hastens and wraps her arms around my chest.
"I guess you heard some of that?" She whispers, shaking from her pent up anger.
"Yes, I did."
Her phone starts going off again but one look at it and she ignores the call and turns her phone off. She returns to my arms and lays her head on my shoulder.
"Looks like I'm changing my number tomorrow." She grumbles, burying her face in my neck, "Can I stay here for the next few days too? Cause I already know he's going to try and come by my place the next few nights." She moans. "I don't want to deal with him."
I smile, "Of course you can stay here. I could go stay at your place too, though. That way when he shows up, I'll send him on his way."
She shakes her head, "Thank you, but trust me, it'll only fuel his ire. It's better to ignore him so he gets bored." She sighs, "But I appreciate the offer, Brian." She lifts her face from my neck and kisses my cheek. "You are realistically perfect. You know that?"
I smile at her, "Realistically perfect? That's one I've never heard before." I lay a kiss on her brow as she furrows it.
"Sorry, I guess it sounds like a backhanded compliment, doesn't it?" She looks down at my chest, fiddling with my collar.
"Nonsense, it's just means that you don't hold me to fictional and impossible expectations. I like that, because I'm not perfect and make mistakes too." I reassure her, lifting one hand to run my fingers through her almost dry hair.
She raises her eyes that are full of adoration, "Thank you."
"For what?" I ask her confused.
She gets lost in her thoughts for a moment before responding, "For being you." She shrugs, "That's the best way I can explain it." She takes a step back and begins to unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt, "Now, Doctor Huller," Her tone becomes sultry and deeper, "Bring your bag, we're going to have some fun." She turns on her heels and walks to the bed room.
I happily grab the bag and walk to the room, finding her sitting back on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, leaning back on her hands.
I zip open the bag, pulling out the items she brought from the club. A harness for around the back of the neck to hold up the legs, a small soft flogger, a bullet vibrator, and... the last thing has me looking up at her.
"Oh really?" I ask her, a brow cocked. It's my anal plug, for me.
She smiles shyly, "I've never really liked having anal, but maybe if it's just a plug..."
I shake my head, "That's mine... actually." I chuckle.
"OH!" Her exclamation of surprise and her wide eyes can't distract me from the pink that spreads across her chest and cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize... you can forget I brought that." She shakes her head at her blunder.
I can't help the laugh that escapes me, I sit on the bed next to her and nudge her with my shoulder. "It's okay you didn't know. Besides I told you already I don't mind them."
"I know that, Lirael told me a little bit." She says softly.
"I'm sorry? What?" Lirael told her a little bit?
She turns to me, shaking her head, "She told me that you guys had a threesome. It doesn't bother me, it was long before me. I could tell by how close you guys are that something had probably happened though, before she said anything."
"Okay. How did that subject get brought up though?" I ask curious.
"She asked me if I had a good time, or something like that and I made the comment that I thought that she would know. That's when she told me that it's only been the one time." She shrugged.
"Oh okay. So she told you about the anal plug?" I ask her.
She nods, "Yes, but I remember you also saying something about it when we went over the contracts too. Are you trying to tell me, if I want to, I can put that plug in your ass?"
"Well I wouldn't tonight. Anything anal, you have to do preparations for that and I don't have anything to take care of that."
"What do you mean preparations?" Her confused look tells me more information about her amount of knowledge.
"To clean the area out."
"OH? You're supposed to do that?" She says it, turning red, "I didn't know that."
I nod, "I have a feeling that's part of the reason why you don't like it."
She nods, "Yeah, also Marc wouldn't stop until he came."
I grit my teeth at that bit of information. "Good thing I'm not Marc. If you really are ever uncomfortable with something, you don't have to worry about asking me to stop. I will paying enough attention that I'll know prior to slow down or stop." I pick up her hand and kiss it. "I hope you know that."
She gives a shy nod, smiling, "That's why I wouldn't mind trying it with you. I can trust you."
"You know it means a lot to me that you trust me like that." I inform her, because it's true. It's obvious from her previous experiences that is something that she would probably be very wary of trying again. "But we don't have to do it at all too. If you're really not wanting to and are only saying it because you think I want it."
She looks up at me, chewing on her bottom lip, "Really? You don't want it?"
"Not if you're going to be uncomfortable with it. I'm perfectly happy with those pretty little pink lips you have here." I give her a quick peck on the lips, "Especially right here." I slide my hand between her legs and rub her lips through her clothes.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, our tongues tasting each others. We never got to the items she packed, we were too wrapped up in each other to care about anything else.