Chapter 15 #2
“Sure, come sit,” Amy said. As the other women moved to take seats around them, Amy glanced over to where Kincaid and Zach had been hanging out with Sam and Morgan’s Doms. They were now joined by Mitch, Brian, and Law, who were Domi’s, Rae’s, and Iris’ partners.
Avery’s Dom was also her boss, and they both worked in the kitchen at Marquis, Stronghold’s sister club, so on weekend nights, they almost never were both able to get a night off.
Actually, she was surprised Avery was able to get a Saturday night off period.
Sam obviously had the same thought.
“I didn’t realize you’d have off tonight,” she said to Avery as the pretty brunette sat down next to her.
“Nick is training a new sous chef, so I get a night off,” Avery replied cheerfully, settling into her seat. The blue dress she was wearing would have fit in at a dance club, though it still worked for Stronghold.
The other group was far more diverse than Amy’s group of friends.
Avery was white with light brown hair and hazel eyes, a smattering of freckles across her face.
Domi was Puerto Rican, while Iris identified herself as Latina, and Rae was Black.
Amy had always been jealous of Domi’s tightly wound curls—and her confidence.
Domi was petite in every way, but she was fierce.
Rae was taller than her and just as confident, but her personality always seemed somehow softer than Domi’s.
Maybe it was just because Domi was a masochist with an edge while Rae was more of a babygirl—though she never called Brian “Daddy,” even though he was a Daddy Dom.
Amy had internally cheered when they’d managed to work things out despite that; anyone could see they’d belonged together from the way they’d circled around each other for months.
True to their dynamics, Rae dressed more like a babygirl.
Tonight, she was wearing a pink tutu skirt with a white corset that had little pink bows at the top.
Matching pink braids were threaded through the dark brown ones and tied into pigtails with more pink bows.
Beside her, Domi was wearing a black leather skirt, a dark purple corset, and her collar had spikes on it.
The fact that she’d hooked up with sunny, laughing Master Mitch had always amused Amy.
They were the definition of opposites attract.
“We just wanted to come say we’re sorry about your wedding and see if there’s anything we can do for you,” Domi said forthrightly, which was her way. She was definitely not the type to beat around the bush.
“Like bury a body or two,” Rae muttered, which made Amy smile. Rae might look like a fluffy princess babygirl, but she could be just as ruthless as Domi. Maybe more so.
“Thank you, I appreciate that. I mostly just want to never see them again, and if I can make it so I never think about them again, that’ll be even better,” Amy joked. Except she wasn’t really joking, but no one needed to know that.
“I know how that feels.” Iris was seated in one of the chairs across from Amy.
The PVC dress she was wearing clung to her body, and her legs were pressed tightly together to keep the material of the short skirt from riding up.
Her hands were clasped on her lap, guilt practically shimmering from every line in her body.
“I’m so sorry. I… should have said something to you when she started making friends with all of you, but I didn’t know if you’d believe it, and I kept thinking maybe she’d changed… maybe she deserved another chance…”
“Hey, her shitty behavior is not your fault,” Sam said, using her Domme voice and reaching over from her own seat to put her hand on Iris’. “You are not responsible for someone else’s actions.”
“I know but… I’ve always been the kind of person who says something. Does something.” Iris took a deep breath with a little huff. “I don’t know why, but she’s always the exception. She just gets me so twisted up…”
“We probably wouldn’t have listened anyway,” Amy admitted.
“Even if I’d believed you, I would have also agreed that she deserved another chance.
And Carolyn and Marissa would have probably made friends with her just to be contrary.
” Because they could be like that. They weren’t always easy people to love, but she’d always been willing to forgive them their faults.
In some ways, they were very similar to Noelle, which was probably why they’d been drawn to her in the first place, but they would never have crossed the lines she did.
“Yeah, but you would have at least had some warning.” Iris reached up, running her fingers through her hair, shaking the silky black strands away from her face.
“Trust me, she was very convincing about how you’d wronged her.
” Amy smiled apologetically. “I didn’t believe everything she said, but even taking it with a grain of salt, I was gonna be sympathetic.
If anything, I’m sorry I didn’t come to ask you your side of the story.
I was trying to be a loyal friend, but…” She sighed. Well, now she knew better.
“Trust me, I don’t blame you for that,” Iris reassured her. “I know how it is.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Amy saw Domi and Rae quietly talking with Morgan, who was smiling happily, so whatever they were saying couldn’t be bad.
Look at that. Somehow, now that Noelle was gone, she was bringing people together.
Go figure.