Tied Between by Kira Barker

Author:Kira Barker [Barker, Kira]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica, polyamory, BDSM, menage
Publisher: Kira Barker
Published: 2015-03-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I went to bed straight after making it out of the shower, not sure whether I should have felt relieved or sad that Simon wasn’t still hovering outside, ready to accost me. I’d had to wait for a good ten minutes for him to leave the room before. Rationally speaking, I knew that I was making no sense and should have just tracked him down and talked with him, but I just couldn’t. I was still strung high but also exhausted, my emotions all over the place, and for this talk—if we would ever even have it—I needed to be at the peak of my intellectual performance.

It took me forever to fall asleep, of course, but he didn’t even duck into the bedroom to get fresh clothes. Soon the banging and opening and closing of doors outside ceased as he must have retreated to his computer.

And when I woke up, I realized I had barely ten minutes to get ready for work, having forgotten to set my alarm. Jack wasn’t home yet—a good thing, if you asked me right then—and I lingered at the back of the living room, staring at where Simon was reading something on his screen, headphones on, but in the end I just left.

Night shift was endless and boring, but come morning, I felt positively resentful to return home. I realized that I was reacting exactly as I had when things had started to spiral out of control, but I simply couldn’t help myself. Even leaving on time, I wouldn’t make it home before Jack was out of the house—again—leaving me alone with Simon—again.

I felt incredibly stupid as I hovered outside on the porch, ready to open the door but not quite able to make myself. There was likely a window open in the bedroom that I could use to crawl inside, and then pretend to be asleep should Simon accost me before I actually was. The past month had proven that we could play this game without even wanting to, living side by side without much interaction. And with time there would come distance, and that sounded like a damn fine solution to me right now.

And it also sounded like the first nail in the coffin for our relationship, whatever it was right now or might turn into; so I forced myself to stop acting like a stupid git and strode into the house with purpose.

I knew something was off when I almost fell over the suitcase and gym bag parked in the already small, crowded foyer. Eyeing them critically, I saw that the tag had Simon’s name on it. That was strange. And unsettling. Hysteria-inducing unsettling, really.

The sudden unease creeping up my spine immediately spiked as I walked into the kitchen and found Jack still lounging at the breakfast bar, but he was relaxed and smiling as he was talking to someone in the den that I had yet to glimpse.

And there she was, perky, way too much cleavage showing, framed by bottle-blonde hair—the infamous Miss Alva, Simon’s publicist.

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