J is for...: Standalone Billionaire Club Romance (BDSM Checklist Book 10) by L DuBois

Author:L DuBois [DuBois, L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941641408
Publisher: Farm Boy Press
Published: 2019-03-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 8

After less than four hours of sleep, and enough cups of coffee to make himself feel vaguely ill, Grif’s decision-making capabilities were low enough that something he objectively knew was a terrible idea now sounded reasonable.

He was going to text Davina.

They’d exchanged numbers eighteen months ago, just after he and Davina had made their relationship official in the eyes of Las Palmas. They hadn’t planned on exchanging numbers—a phone number was a very personal and easy to investigate piece of information, but then he’d been late to a planned weekend with her.

He’d already been running late, having been stuck in a prep meeting for what had ended up being a successful investor pitch. The meeting had run long, then he hit traffic on PCH, so he’d called the club and asked that they let Davina know he was twenty minutes out.

Five minutes after that, he’d been rear ended by a British tourist who’d been trying to do the scenic drive along the coast. In the crash his cell phone had slid under the passenger seat and he hadn’t been able to find it. By the time he finished exchanging information with the guy who hit him, talking to the CHP, and checked that his car was drivable if rather sad looking, he’d been almost two hours late to meet Davina.

When he hadn’t arrived after the stated twenty minutes, she’d panicked, thinking he’d been in an accident—which he had. Given that he hadn’t called the club, she assumed it was a serious accident, and had been calling hospitals, and demanding the club pull strings with the CHP for information.

When he’d walked in, she’d reamed him up one side and down the other for several hours, and then they’d switched up the scene so he could sheepishly accept a flogging as an apology gesture for worrying her.

At the end of the weekend, she’d tucked a small piece of folded paper into an interior pocket of the gym bag he always carried.

“For emergencies only. It’s my cell phone number,” she’d said.

He’d quickly written out his own and given it to her, and then watched her tuck it away.

In all that time since then, all the nights he’d wanted to call her just to hear her voice, or use her cell phone number to search online and learn more about her, he’d resisted. That number was for emergencies, and neither his curiosity nor falling in love with her were emergencies.

But yesterday…yesterday had been an emergency.

If the sick feeling in his stomach was any indication, their relationship was still in a state of emergency, and he wasn’t going to wait until next weekend to talk to her about it.

The urge to take care of her, to make sure she was safe and happy, was overpowering. That was a huge part of what being a top was about—caring for the submissive partner.

And she was his. His submissive. His Davina.

Cursing, he leaned forward, elbows on the kitchen counter in his loft, phone in one hand, that little piece of paper in the other.

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