Chapter 7

Michal’s POV

“Look, we both know exactly where Shelly slipped off to. I overheard the two of you going back and forth the moment we stepped through the door. It was like witnessing a battle of wills, a constant see-saw of arguments. 

Well, it certainly sounded like a full-on battle to me. And guess what? I caught her making yet another stealthy exit through the window. 

But let's be honest here, we both know she's safe because she headed over to Sabrina’s. That’s precisely where she confided in me she was going.”

“That little rebel, she’s never gonna listen, is she? So, Michal, what’s your master plan?”

“Well, here’s what I’m thinking. I’m going to retreat to my room for a bit, but let's face reality Shelly isn't going to stay put over at Sabrina’s for long.

 She’s bound to come sneaking back into the house, probably the same way she left through the window. So, if you’re ready to catch her in the act, I’d recommend staking out in her room to give her the surprise of a lifetime.

 Then you can finally unleash whatever creative punishment you've been brainstorming, something that’s been brewing in your mind. We’re both Doms here, after all, so I’ve got a pretty good sense of how your mind ticks. 

Honestly, from what I’ve seen, your ideas on punishment might even surpass mine,” I said, concluding my little strategic extravagances. 

“Dude, I think I’m gonna do just that,” Sebastian said with a determined glint in his eye. “Maybe what Shelly really needs is the ultimate surprise: a little shock mixed with a fair amount of well-thought-out punishment. 

If that doesn’t get the message through to her, what will? I want her to come face to face with the reality that the reason why i'm hard on her.

Mostly to keep her out of trouble and, more importantly, safe. Maybe after this, she'll finally grasp that my protective instincts come from a place of caring, not control.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his optimism, but deep down I knew Shelly well enough to predict where this story was headed. 

“Man, I admire your resolve, but let’s be honest. Shelly is a force of nature, a real hurricane of determination and sheer willpower.

She’s like a tempest that blows through everything in her path and rarely takes the cue to change course.

 She’s just as stubborn as they come, and she takes pride in it. Heck, I’m willing to bet that part of her stubborn streak is what makes her so irresistible and endearing in Sebastian’s eyes that is. My eyes are strictly on Sabrina.

Sebastian shrugged, acknowledging the truth of my words. “Yeah, I know she’s a tough nut to crack. But that’s part of what makes life with her so exhilarating and at times, completely exhausting.

 I'm fully aware she's likely to dig her heels in even more, but I have to try something new. Who knows? A different tactic just might work.”

I nodded, recalling the countless arguments and debates Shelly and I had. Each one felt like a game of chess where she always had the upper hand.

 “You know what they say,” I continued, “A leopard doesn’t change its spots, but it can’t help being captivating.” It was clear Sebastian and I were fully aware of the challenge we faced with Shelly.

Yet I could see we were both secretly relishing the anticipation of it all. There’s something about moments like these that make friendships and relationships more vibrant, uniquely unpredictable.

“Whatever happens, I’m sure it’ll add to the growing list of stories we’ll tell for years,” I added with a grin, knowing full well that neither of us would have it any other way.

Sabrina’s POV

Waking up the next morning or should I say afternoon, since Shelly didn't leave until the early morning light crept through the curtains I felt the fatigue in every bone. 

We were both exhausted from our late-night chatter and adventures, deciding to call it a night only when the sky began to lighten. 

Shelly, with her mischievous grin, insisted on sneaking back home before Sebastian had any chance of catching her in the act.

 It was a regular cat-and-mouse game between those two, and honestly, it added an exciting edge to our otherwise lazy nights.

When I finally dragged myself out of bed around one in the afternoon, the world felt both sluggish and full of potential.

I embarked on my what-is-supposed-to-be morning routine, starting with brushing my teeth and taming my hair into something presentable. 

The idea of jumping into a quick, refreshing shower was too tempting to resist, so I let the warm water wash away the remnants of sleep and energize me for the day ahead.

As I stood in the shower, the realizations of the day began to trickle in. Shelly and I had planned to check out a new club tonight, one that had been the talk of the town for weeks. 

The excitement of exploring a new scene, possibly meeting new faces, and dancing to the latest beats had me buzzing with anticipation. 

But the clock was ticking, and I still needed to transform myself into someone approaching glamorous party-ready status.

With the urgency to get moving, I quickly wrapped up my shower and toweled off, feeling the cool air rush against my clean skin. 

Next on the agenda was the sometimes daunting task of assembling the perfect outfit. It was critical for the evening; something that would make heads turn yet be comfortable enough to dance the night away.

After rummaging through my closet, I finally settled on a sleek, black dress that had become my reliable go-to for nights like this. 

It was versatile, chic, and perfect for a potentially long night out. Slipping into it, I accessorized with a pair of my favorite dangly earrings and a pair of strappy heels, feeling more ready by the minute.

Once I felt content with my look, having meticulously ensured every detail of my ensemble was just right, I took a moment to admire my reflection. My outfit was perfectly coordinated, making me feel both sophisticated and confident.

 I gave my hair a final adjustment, savoring the way it gracefully framed my face, and then moved on to the finishing touches: a subtle spritz of my favorite fragrance to leave a lingering impression.

Satisfied, I double-checked the time on my sleek wristwatch, ensuring I wasn't running late. My essentials were already laid out before me, ready for a night of fun and spontaneity.

 I picked up my clutch, which contained everything I might need: a perfectly matched lipstick to maintain my look throughout the evening, a compact mirror for quick touch-ups, and, of course, my phone, which was already buzzing with excitement.

The next item on my agenda was heading over to Shelly's place. It had always been a cherished tradition of ours to finish getting ready together, sharing in the excitement and anticipation of the night ahead. 

Arm in arm, we loved making an entrance, our friendship emitting a vibrant energy that turned heads wherever we went.

As my look was now satisfactorily complete, I grabbed my car keys and confidently made my way outside to my vehicle. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Shelly. 

She had a notorious reputation among our friends for being a notorious procrastinator when it came to preparations. She often took hours upon hours, sometimes making an entire day out of the process of getting ready.

 It had become a sort of running joke, her dedication to looking perfect, yet her inefficiency at sticking to a schedule.

Navigating the familiar roads to her house, I imagined the sight that would surely greet me upon arrival.

Wherever Shelly was in her grand regimen - curled hair in various stages of readiness, makeup scattered about her vanity - her vibrant smile would be there to greet me.

Upon turning into her driveway, I took a deep breath, gathering as much patience as I did excitement. This was, after all, part of the charm of the evening. 

Shelly, the indefatigable perfectionist, would certainly have the time of our lives. And I would be right there by her side, sister, and best friend, relishing every moment.

I wonder if Michal will be there?