Whispers of Submission のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

The next morning arrived quicker than usual. Cassie was still a little salty about not having sex with Reggie, but knowing him, she knew it was worth the wait. She went to the guest room to help her friends as they were leaving soon for the airport. They got ready as they told stories. Reggie was downstairs making them breakfast. "You really got lucky Cass, " Sarah said with a smile. "A handsome guy who can cook, takes care of you and I know is big and can fuck? Whew! " Emily rambled. "Em! Don't talk about his... you know" Sarah admonished lightly. "I am just saying, " Emily said when Cassie threw a pillow at her. "Enough about me, let's get down to breakfast. I will make you your favorite tea Emily, only if you promise not to talk about sex in front of Reggie, " Cassie warned with a laugh. "I promise. Scout's honor, " Emily winked. Breakfast was filled with laughter and jokes. And when it was time to leave, they filled in the car happily. Cassie stood on the private airstrip

Cassie sat curled on the couch in the quiet apartment, a half-empty mug of tea cooling on the coffee table. The rain had started again outside, a steady patter against the windows that matched the restless rhythm of her thoughts. Reggie had been gone for four days now, tied up in meetings. The CEO he had gone to meet had signed the contract after a few pushes bit with the condition that Reggie spearheaded it. He also had to help with the purchase of some things which needed Reggie's approval. His texts came in scattered burst. He sent her short updates about his long days. He promised to be home soon. The distance felt heavier with every passing day. She missed the solid warmth of him beside her at night, the way his hand would find hers without thinking, the low rumble of his voice when he told her she was his. She missed the safety he brought. He had told her that he would take her with him on his next business trip seeing as she was not working yet. Her phone buzzed on the cush

Cassie sat at the small corner table in the neutral café, hands wrapped tightly around a lukewarm cup of tea she had no intention of drinking. The place was quiet. It was mid afternoon, with only a few scattered patrons typing on laptops or reading newspapers. Soft jazz played in the background, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside her chest. Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat. Every few seconds, her eyes darted toward the door, waiting for him.She had decided to unblock one of the numbers and text Dominic for a meet up. Maybe facing him and warning him off her would do the trick since texts didn't do. She had arranged the meeting through a single, terse text at dawn when she woke up from the nightmare. They were to meet at a neutral and public place. She had warned him about playing games. She had spent the entire morning pacing the apartment, rehearsing what she would say, how she would stay calm, how she would demand he delete every photo an

Reggie stood at the wide glass windows of the temporary executive suite, gazing out over the sprawling construction site below. The steel skeleton of the new building stretched toward the sky, illuminated by floodlights that cut through the gathering dusk. Ten days. Ten grueling days of back-to-back meetings, site inspections under harsh sun, tense negotiations with contractors, and late-night reviews of blueprints that all began to blur together. He hated that his business partner had insisted that they be hands-on for this project. Mr. Robertson was a good man but he had obsessive tendencies. He always wanted things a certain way, which was both a good and bad way. He was glad for the partnership though. Reggie was not one to let go of a business opportunity. The fear of going broke, reverting back to being a broke foster kid had turned him into an workaholic.He missed Cassie. He needed to spend more time with her. He realized that he had been away for longer periods than he had

Cassie coiled in the middle of the living room, the photo still clutched in her trembling hands. The tears continued. She pressed her face into her arms, trying to muffle the sound, but it was no use. The pain poured out of her in waves; the hurt in Reggie’s eyes, the betrayal in his voice, the way he had looked at her like she had shattered everything they had built. She cried until her throat burned, until her eyes swelled, until her chest ached with every gasping breath. Sleep never came that night. She stayed on the floor for hours, rocking back and forth, replaying the confrontation on an endless loop. Every word he had thrown at her cut deeper each time. "How long have you been lying to me?" She had tried to explain, but he hadn’t let her. He had walked away. The man who had promised her safety, who had held her through nightmares, who had asked her to be his girlgirlfried had walked away. The apartment felt colder than it ever had. The candles from the night before had long