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THIRTY-TWO: I'm Not Your Sub

Author: Aria Steele
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-21 17:00:04

By the time Thursday rolls around, it has yet again been another few days where David hasn’t so much as touched me. It seems to be the new dynamic – I get close, do something, and then he needs a few days to cool off, and not be around me. The fact that we still haven’t slept in the same room is weird too. Almost as weird as the fact that we haven’t had sex yet, after all these months. Despite the fact that it is the one thing I want to do.

It makes working at the office very tricky. It makes living together very tricky as well.

It makes me confused on where I stand with him.

The last we spoke about it, we were giving this a go, as in me and him being together. And yet, nothing has really happened that screams ‘relationship’. Even the fun banter I used to have before is gone, replaced by simple conversations, intense stares, and not seeing each other for hours.

So tonight, I have a newly discovered determination to set everything straight. To put my feelings on the l
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  • SIR   SEVENTY-NINE: Now You're A Millionaire Like Me

    “I swear to god.” David mutters angrily as I pull back in surprise from him, looking towards the hallway instead of focusing on him. “I’ll get them to leave.” He marches to the door, not caring that he is only in his boxers. It is probably Marcus or Theo, coming with something unnecessary that could definitely wait a couple of hours. He rips the door open, ready to shout at– Rhys. “Jeez, do you always open the door like this?” He scoffs, dramatically covering his eyes with his left hand. “What do you want? I said we’d–” “Talk in a couple days, yeah I know. But there’s some things that need more urgent attention.” Rhys says, holding up his right hand, which is holding a number of manila folders. David snatches them out of his hand, walking down the hallway, leaving the door open for Rhys to invite himself in. Which of course, he does. I come out of the kitchen, cradling my mug containing the half of the coffee that

  • SIR   AUTHOR'S FAREWELL

    Hi everybody. In light of the last chapter dropping tomorrow, I have so much that I want to say to you all before we wrap it up here.I never imagined when I published the first chapter, it would get the response it’s gotten. I was shocked when so many of you responded when I confided in the notes about feeling like a failure as a writer. At 23, the world can seem so full of possibilities, and all of them unreachable. You all have been so kind, so encouraging, and I’m truly so grateful. Thank you so much for reading. You really didn’t have to, and you still did, and I’m so happy that you came along for the ride.I’ve really been struggling with the knowledge that this thing is ending, even though I know full well that I’ve taken this story as far as it’s meant to go, at least in this chapter of the characters’ lives. However, it also allowed me to rediscover my passion for writing, and I’m so grateful. I am

  • SIR   SEVENTY-EIGHT: Too Much Before Coffee?

    Author’s Note: TWO CHAPTERS LEFT!! I AM ~distressed~ ~ I relax into a full-body stretch as I wake up the next morning, the sheets falling from my arms as I lift them overhead. My muscles ache deliciously, and memories of last night flood my mind. Getting into bed. In the bath.Rhys’s house.I’m not left with my reminiscing for very long because suddenly I am very aware of the fact that David’s tongue is between my legs.Lifting the sheets to look down, David smiles up at me.“Good morning, darling.” He mutters, kissing up my stomach, across my chest and up my neck.It takes me a few seconds to sink into the bed, underneath his hands now running up my sides and pulling my body closer to his.“David…” I whisper, my brain not having the capacity to wake up fully, process everything, understand what my body is feeling.“Shhh, your coffee is on its way. Just give me five minutes.” His words dance across my skin, making it erupt in shivers.

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