Chapter 47

“Okay, well, I will look into that, but the kitchen, Marcus was cleaning it when we walked in, or he had just started to anyway, but the evidence was there. So, what the hell were you two doing?”

My eyes roll. I am not going to go into detail with her. Not a chance.

“Enjoying ourselves, freely and fully for the first time in months. That is all I am saying about it.”

“Right, whatever, but what is with the collar and no wedding ring?” I hope she understands what I am about to explain, ’cause if she takes it wrong, it means explaining it over and over again. While I love Georgina, and she is my best friend, her questions can often annoy me.

“The collar is mine. It is something that symbolises our relationship in the BDSM world. It symbolises the transfer of power from me to him. As for the wedding ring, he said being married to me made him hold back, so I took it off and declared us divorced for the night.” It sounds crazy saying it out loud, but still