“You’re doing it on purpose now. Making me blush.”
“Just a little.”
James stood up and made his way back toward the door. Stopping with his hand on the door, he turned to look at her.
“I love my brother, and yes, he’s an asshole who doesn’t have any filter, but with you, he’s different.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think he cares to keep a secret about the women he’s screwed? He can have anyone, and often does. I clean up his messes, as he moves from woman to woman, trying to find the one that will allow him to settle. I don’t know if that woman is you, but I do know that in the time frame you’ve given me, he hasn’t been with another woman.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“So you’ll be careful, and consider the fact that Pixie may have feelings for you.”
“Do you really think so?” she asked.
“I know my brother, and he doesn’t do this for anyone. He has feelings for you. He might not even know them yet.”
“It just seems a little surreal, is all,” she said.
“Don’t give up on him, and don’t cheat on him.”
“I’m not that kind of woman.”
“I don’t think you are.”
James left the apartment, determined to help Pixie and Suzy any way that he could. They both deserved some kind of happiness.
****
Pixie sat outside of the clubhouse on the swing, and smoked his cigarette. He was waiting for his brother to return, or for a call from Suzy to let him know something had happened.
The thought of her leaving was like a kick to the gut. It wasn’t something he wanted to think about, or handle.
“What’s got you sat out in the cold on your own?” Caleb asked.
“Nothing.”
“Ah, I see we both are here because of nothing.”
He laughed. “You’re here for Kitty Cat. Me, I’m just here because I can think.”
Caleb was a club brother, and a Dominant, who currently had something going down with the club’s woman, Kitty Cat. She wasn’t really the club woman. Kitty Cat was a woman they had found in an awful condition, and they had taken care of her. She was a submissive woman to the core, and had asked Caleb to Dominate her.
Their relationship was somewhat complicated, and it wore on the two of them daily.
“It’s nothing. I’m just being a fucking pussy to be honest. I don’t know. I don’t get shit anymore when it comes to people, women, relationships,” Caleb said.
“You’re in love with Kitty Cat.”
“And other than spanking her ass, and doing some random scenes, she wants nothing to do with me. I can’t even help her afterward.”
Pixie said nothing.
“No shitty thing to say?” Caleb asked.
“Let’s just say I’ve got my own troubles. Women, huh.”