❋ Erin ❋ “...Sauce?” I kept my wary gaze on the back of Sawyer’s white blonde head as she quickly walked to her freezer, probably for alcohol. “You did break up with Kate...right?” When my best friend turned back around, she was clutching onto a half empty bottle of cold patron and popping the cap off. Well THAT doesn’t bode well for my assumption. Sawyer’s blue eyes flickered guiltily as she leaned against her fridge. They met mine for a second, then dropped to the tiled floor with shame. “You’re right, dude; It doesn’t take hours to end a relationship...so what do you think?” Suddenly it all clicked into place. The messy mop for hair, slightly rumpled clothing, and glowing porcelain skin. Not to mention the fact that it’s past midnight now and she’s just barely getting home. Damn, Soy. You had one job...and you literally fucked yourself right out of it. “I don’t believe this...”

♬ Blythe ° It was a shame I didn’t bring any ropes or my strap along on this business trip. Of course I probably would have laughed at the mere idea of meeting anyone in Naples, even for a series of temporarily good times. Yet here she is, little Sawyer (who at 5′9 isn’t ‘little’ to many, but is in comparison to me) with her gorgeous porcelain ass in the air, awaiting my cruel attention. I'll have to remedy my actions before packing for my next flight back to Naples next month. Even without restraints, I remained in control of her trembling body. Sawyer playfully attempted to put up a fight while I was trying to access the sensitivity of her ultra soft skin so...she had to be punished, naturally. Fern used to cower at just the displeasure in my voice, and other submissive women who have served me before her quickly learned their places. Miss Driscoll....she’s different. This exciting bundle of raw nerves is squ

❋ Erin ❋ “Yes mama! I lock up shop every night. Don’t worry so much.” “You know I ALWAYS worry, you patient girl.” My Italian bred mother, Kritzia, sighed dramatically over the phone as I was picking up my bedroom. It was late, and I just wanted to snuggle in bed with a good romantic comedy after the long day I had. Among the most enjoyable activities that went down during my shift were bitchy customers, running out of our specialty coffee flavor three hours before closing, and two call outs. Ugh, I need a new job like nobody’s business but I’d never leave. They took good care of me all things considered. “Hmmhmmm, I do.” Throwing my dirty uniform in the hamper, I slipped into a white spaghetti strap top and some grey joggers. “If worrying were a sport, you’d be headed for the big times ma.” I grew up with an overbearing Tuscan mother and a military father from Amherst, New Hampshire. We moved around a ton thanks to The Marine Corps,

❋ Erin ❋ I couldn’t stop thinking about it; Like a nagging migraine working it’s way to the focal front of my brain. My relationship—every word, promise, and action—was a lie. I’m on my way to Jesse’s private residence; A high rise apartment he never told me about. I always assumed he was whisking me away for romantic vacations elsewhere—as if some coffee shop manager were that special to a big shot executive. During our breakfast date earlier in the week, I asked Jesse what he thought about kids over Eggs Benedict and freshly squeezed orange juice; Seeing as he has a couple and all. Figured this could be a good chance for him to let me know, right? Expectations suck ass. “Oh uhhh, I’m too busy for them.” He muttered with what sounded like a nervous chuckle. That alone turned me off to anything else he had to say. I acted like everything was on the up and up as we ate, until it was nearly time to get going. Then after pretending to go to the restroom, I slipped away and called Sa

Author’s note: My last memo (on Chapter Thirty-Nine) didn’t post for some reason, so I’d like to add it here. The last two installments (Chapter Forty and Epilogue) of ‘The Butterfly Knot’ will be told from the third person to adequately cover all of my characters’ feelings, thoughts, ECT. They will also be a bit longer, as the last few chapters in my novels traditionally are. So sit back and please, leave a comment or review if you’re so inclined at the end! *** ✎ Third Person POV ➳ Jesse Giusti was well beyond furious at this point. He impulsively showed up at Erin’s apartment complex fifteen minutes ago with a plan; Confront his former side piece after she oh so eloquently left that damn trash bag chalk full of unfaithful endeavors for his distraught wife, Adela, to find. That led to a detailed email search and seemingly endless interrogation session that lasted late into the prior evening. Through mindless screaming and tears of anguish, Adele left with their school aged