And I want to be his support, I want to be something in his life that lifts him up, not brings him down. More than anything I want him to look at me as a partner, not as a burden or an extra worry.
I’m doing my best to be a good girl knowing that when all of this is said and done I can be a very bad girl.
A very, very bad girl.
A girl who needs to be spanked and licked and fucked a lot.
I’m at home, putting away the last of the laundry before I head out the door to pick up Hope when he texts me.
Max: Dale hates me.
I giggle after reading the message. Poor guy. I got the pleasure of witnessing Dale working Max and Chase pretty hard at the gym the other day. It seemed kind of intense to me but at the time I just assumed it was normal.
Me: He doesn’t hate you lol
In fact, after talking to Dale for a bit at the gym, I
got the feeling he was just bummed out because he’s missing his girl. She’s the doctor that works most of the fights, I think he said her name was Miranda. She flew back home for a couple of weeks and it was pretty obvious to me that Dale has been kind of down without her.
Max: He does. He’s gleefully torturing me, the sick fuck.
Grace: What did he do?
Max: He put me in the kick suit for the women’s self-defense class.
Grace: Why would he do that?
Max: He said I need to build up my testicular fortitude.
Grace: OMG, I’m so going to have a talk with him. Those are MY balls.
Max: Don’t you dare! You’ll only make it worse.
Chuckling to myself, I walk into the kitchen and grab my purse off the table.
Me: Fine, I won’t.
Max: Thank you. My balls are really sore.
I don’t text Max back until I’ve locked the front door and hopped in my car.
Max: I think the left one is a little loose
Me: Aww, you poor baby. Want to meet up tonight and let me kiss it better?
Max: What time do you get off work?
Laughing, I start my car up and tell him I’ll text him later, I gotta pick up Hope. I’m happy the entire drive to her preschool, thinking about kissing Max’s balls better, until I notice Carson’s black Audi parked in the lot.
Shit. What’s he doing here?
I double check my phone, making sure there’s no missed calls or texts from the school. I don’t think anything is wrong but every time Carson shows up my stomach clenches into a tight knot of worry.
He’s never, ever been to her school before. I hope he’s not trying to pick her up. Jumping out of my car, I rush up the front steps to find him lingering in the doorway, holding Hope’s hand and talking to her teacher.
Was he planning on leaving with her?
“Carson?” I pant, a little breathless.