Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Peyton
I’m sitting across from Harry in the staff cafeteria, he stopped by a little while ago and we’re currently discussing the issues I’ve got with Bennett.
He may have distracted me with his ‘punishment’ last night, but it doesn’t change the fact that there is something seriously wrong.
At no point in a relationship should your partner come home with blood on them and tell you it’s none of your concern. Hell no.
“You kept the whole love thing to yourself.”
“I think I’m ignoring it.” I cradle my takeaway cup of coffee in my hands.
“Darling girl, there is nothing about that man you can ignore.”
“Trust me, he made me aware of that last night.”
“Do tell,” he whispers as he looks around him, like I’m letting him in on a salacious secret.
“Let’s just say, there were restraints, there was ice, and there were orgasms.”
“Holy shit,” he breathes, “I think I just came.”
“Eww,” I giggle.
“Can you blame me?” he blinks at me. “Anyway, back to this love thing. Have you said it back?”
“I can’t take that step, Harry, not until he’s honest with me, and after last night I’m starting to wonder if he ever will be.”
“I know you like control, Peyton, you always have, but that’s not something you’re going to get with him. He’s not got a submissive bone in his body.” I can’t help but smile at that, he’s right. Bennett is most definitely dominant.
“I don’t necessarily want to have control around him, I actually quite like giving it up when I’m with him—”
“I’m sorry, can you say that again for me, please.”
“Fuck off,” I laugh. “It’s not the control, it’s what he’s hiding. Harry, I know you’re a hell of a lot more relaxed about things than me, but even you’ve got to see the problem with your partner coming home with blood on them twice. In no universe is that okay.”
“So, what are you going to do?” he asks as he takes a large swig of his coffee.
“I’m going to give him an ultimatum; he tells me or I walk.”
“Shit, Peyton, are you sure? What if he doesn’t tell you?”
“Then he doesn’t love me like he says he does.”
“Trust me, that man loves you.”
“Then he’ll tell me, won’t he? But until he does, I need to ease back. We’re moving too fast and we’re going to crash and burn.”
“He may have a good reason for not telling you. Have you thought of that?”
“Then he needs to give me something, he needs to explain it to me, because I can’t go on what I’ve got at the moment; which is nothing.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing, darling girl,” he mutters as he shakes his head.
“So do I, Harry. So do I.”