Edward stared at her. “If that was your first kiss, does that mean…”
“I’ve never had sex before. I’ve never been in a relationship.” She shrugged. “I’ve never wanted to be.”
“You want to be in one with me?”
She nodded again. “Yes. I like you, Edward.” She did like him, so much. It was hard for her to put her true feelings into words. In her world, she couldn’t voice anything. She always had to keep everything locked inside so no one knew how afraid, how angry she was. The life they had all been dealt with was the one she had to live with. She had been dealing for a long time.
“Do you even know what this means?” he asked. “Being mine?”
Isabel licked her lips. Part of her wanted to lie, but she knew that wouldn’t be good either. “No. I don’t know what it all means.”
“Then before you even think of making that commitment, you need to know what you’re offering.”
It didn’t matter what she had to do. She would do whatever he wanted, and be whatever he needed her to be.
Chapter Three
Taking Isabel on a tour wasn’t that bad. Edward was finding everything surreal when it came to her. She wanted to be his submissive even without knowing everything.
“I’m screwed,” he said, talking to Ryan.
“You mean because you’ve got your little cutter working here?” Ryan asked.
“Keep your voice down.”
Isabel was with the women who had finally decided to turn up to the club, and Edward was trying not to freak out.
“She’s distracted over there. I’d never say anything that she could actually hear. Give me some class.”
“And you wonder why your wife left you?”
“Actually, I left her because she was denying the fact she was gay.”
Edward frowned. “Huh?”
“Yep. My wife was gay, and we were married to each other because our parents wanted us to be, not because we wanted to be. You have certainly come to a weird ass town.”
“I like weird. It’s normal I can’t stand.” He stared at Isabel, trying to figure her out. One moment she seemed so fragile that imagining a life with her was out of the question. That was only because he knew about the cutting.
Would it matter without the cutting?
He was so confused, and for him, that meant something.
“What is normal? A guy and girl marrying, and being in love, having a couple of kids? Is that what you consider normal?”
“I don’t know what I consider normal. I only know what I’ve been told, and guess what? I don’t like it.”
“Do you want to help her?” Ryan asked.
“Of course I do.”
“The way she looks at you, I think you’re going to have to be careful.” Ryan was cleaning up several of the glasses. Edward had noticed that he liked everything to be perfect, clean, even in his playroom.
“What do you mean?”
“She’s in love with you, and if that’s not love, then she has got some deep feelings for you, friend.”
“I take care of her. She’s probably just grateful—”