Venice Nights (His Submissive Series) (A Billionaire Romance) by Claire Ava

Author:Claire, Ava [Claire, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alpha Male, new adult romance, alpha male romance, bdsm erotic romance, bdsm romance, new adult
Published: 2013-12-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I paced back and forth in front of the door to Jacob's study. I remembered the first time I had made my way to this room, nerves bunched in my stomach because I was not sure what to expect. It was the first time I had fully submitted; the study leading to the special room he had created for a very specific purpose: kink.

We had not returned to the study since. It was the door to Jacob's world. A world where Saint Andrews crosses stood against the wall, four poster beds took on a whole new meaning, and toy chests were filled with chains and whips instead of dolls and fire trucks.

Well, I was back in his study—but not for erotic reasons.

Jacob, Blanka, and Isabella were brought together when I made a last ditch effort to circumvent Isabella's overreaction earlier that morning. I just could not let Blanka be fired for something that was my fault. Or something as silly as running a little late with breakfast.

I paused mid-pace in front of the door, the word ‘guest’ drawing me in. I scanned the room like there would be eyes in the shadows; watching as I leaned toward the wooden door, ears peeled for any further developments.

There was a string of indiscernible words, but even muffled I knew that it was Isabella—and she was pissed.

I pulled back, glaring at the closed door like there was no barrier. I wished I did not have to tattle on Isabella, but she left me no choice. When I was a kid and the teachers showed up right after a confrontation, hurt still all over my face and tears flooding my eyes, I would keep my mouth shut. I would look past the teacher to the bullies, fear flashing in their narrowed gaze—and then I would lie and tell the teacher’s I was okay.

I fought my own battles, with quips and worst case with my fists. As much as I wished I could have blocked the kitchen doorway and demanded that Isabella give Blanka another shot, I was not her employer. I did not even have a place on the chain of command. So I could have swallowed the guilt and let Isabella get away with it, or I could go to the boss.

I frowned, my ear practically glued to the door. The boss that apparently has nothing to say! In fact, the whole room was silent.

I took a step back, just in case the conversation was done, and they were about to exit.

“Mr. Whitmore...apologize...” Blanka’s voice cut through the quiet and I let out a sigh of relief. There was no way Jacob could let her go when he sees how earnest she was, and I told him it was my fault, right?

I chewed on my lip, not a fan of the lingering doubt that clouded my head. I would like to think the answer to that question was yes, but Jacob had built a ‘no access’ zone around Isabella. I did not

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