Chapter 118: Angela
I had my own room in the penthouse but Damian took me into his bedroom. I'd slept between Damian and Lydia twice before but that was over six months ago. It wasn't about sex then, only safety. It always amazed me how accepting Damian was of his wife's sub.
I heard him speak softly on the phone to the doctor before kissing his wife and walking away.
"Did you go to your therapy appointment today?" Mistress Lydia asked.
"No, Mistress."
"Then we need to talk about that first."
"I cleaned my apartment."
"You should have called me."
"Yes. Mistress. I should have."
"You didn't cut yourself."
"I kept my promise."
"Not completely, but you tried."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
Her hands went to my shoulders and I felt instant relief at her touch. "Did you see Krispin outside the club?"
"Yes. Mistress. He was in the lounge but I was there first and couldn't get past without him seeing me. I tried to hide."
"What did he say to hurt you so badly?"
"He asked to take me out on a real date. Only a date."
"And you told him?"
"I told him I belonged to you and I could only go if you agreed."
"But, you want to go?"
"Yes." My tears started falling again. More than anything I wanted to be normal. I wanted more.
"Was that it, was that all that happened?"
"He sang Sinatra and Eminem."
I could hear the smile in her words, "I guess I won't kill him then."
"He only sees my pretty face, but now he'll see the ugliness too."
"Hmm, our next session will be painful but right now I want you to tell me one good thing about yourself."
Mistress had attended a few therapy sessions with me and this was one of the coping skills the therapist told her about. "I don't weigh enough to break your husband's back when he picks me up."
She laughed and relief slowly began sinking into my body.
"Tell me another, but this time, do better."
"Krispin sniffed my hair and I told him he was weird."
"Give me another."
"I looked at the knives but walked away."
"Another."
"Abigail loves me."
"We all love you."
"Yes, Mistress."
She lay on the bed holding me and quietly recited all the good things she thought of me until the doorbell rang. I heard Raul's voice and then Dr. Marks entered the bedroom. Lydia told him in detail what happened. He sat on the side of the bed and took my pulse speaking softly, asking me questions.
"You did well, Angela. I would like to give you something so you can sleep."
"Yes, Sir."
I barely felt the sting in my thigh and knew the drug would take over quickly. I closed my eyes and waited for him to leave. A few minutes later, the doctor was gone but Mistress's "fuck no" made me aware that everything wasn't okay. My heavy eyelids opened.
Mistress blocked the door. I could blearily see Damian and Krispin behind her and I tried to sit up.
Damian took Lydia and moved her from the doorway. My vision doubled and two Krispins kneeled down beside the bed. It made me laugh. But then, for just a moment, my vision cleared. He wasn't laughing. His eyes stared deeply into mine.
"I'll never sing Eminem to you again but I still want my date."
The world went black.
***
Waking up, I realized I was no longer in Lydia and Damian's bed. I was in my penthouse bedroom. I rolled over and saw blue-jeaned legs resting in the chair beside me. His head was slanted at an awkward angle, propped up by his hand, and he slept. I hated the word "beautiful" but for the first time in my adult life, I admired beauty. His features weren't perfect; his nose was just a tad too large, his lips a little too full for a man, but the combination made him appear perfectly beautiful. I could watch him like this for hours.
I had no idea why he was here. He shouldn't be; the further away from me, the better for him.
My stomach flip-flopped. I wasn't sure if I would make it to the bathroom as I scrambled from the bed. Warm hands pulled the hair away from my face as the contents of my stomach spewed into the toilet. I wanted to die.
When the nausea passed, his strong arms pulled me back and before I knew what happened I was sprawled in his lap on the bathroom floor.
The hot teasing whisper of his breath hit my ear: "That was truly disgusting."
"Please just let me die without further embarrassment."
"Hmm, I'll think about it but you owe me a date first."
"There's puke in my hair, some on my chin, and my head will need to be shaved to remove the knots from not being combed after last night's shower. I'm ready for the date whenever you are."
I loved his laugh. "How soon can you be ready?"
"An hour?"
"Twenty minutes."
"You're crazy."
"I only require you brush your teeth. The vomit and tangles I can handle."
"Let me up. Please."
He stood. It wasn't graceful and for a moment I thought we would both pitch forward and fall into the toilet, but he managed to catch me in his arms. He walked me into the bedroom and made sure I was stable on my feet before leaving the room.
It took me thirty minutes, but he was waiting in the living room when I came out. It was six-thirty in the morning and the penthouse was quiet.
"I left a note so your mistress doesn't skin my balls."
"Did you tell her where we're going?"
"No, just that I was taking you on a date."
"At six-thirty in the morning?"
"Vanilla dates in the morning, kinky dates at night."
It was impossible not to smile.
"How about a great Jewish bagel for breakfast?" he said before pulling me into the elevator.
"My stomach will love you."
We walked to Leibman's. People were already lined up but no one paid attention to us until the counter girl took our order.
"Aren't you...?"
"Yes, but I'm trying to have a normal date so could you please help me out here."
Her voice lowered. "I loved your latest album, what would you like?" She winked at me and I couldn't help but smile.
He found us a booth toward the back and we sat and enjoyed the most delicious bagels in the world.
"I'm sorry about yesterday." His unfathomable stare rested on me.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I pushed."
"You pushed this morning."
"But now I know a little more."
My eyes dropped. Damian must have told him. Even after all these years, shame swept over me.
His fingertips tipped my chin up. "What happened to you was out of your control. What happened to me was my own doing, and you have a right to know."
I met his eyes, almost afraid of what he would tell me.
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