He shakes his head and starts pacing in front of my window.
I reiterate, "Hugh, this isn't the time to be here. Go home."
He finally gives up and leaves.
I sit back in my chair, staring out at the L.A. skyline, thinking about how sweet revenge is when karma bites those who have it coming to them.
I pick up my phone and text Blakely.
Me: Put on the black leather one-piece and garter. Wear your wedding collar.
Blakely: Where should I kneel, Sir?
Me: On top of the piano.
Blakely: Yes, Sir.
Another text comes in from my pet. It's an emoji face with heart eyes.
My cock grows harder. My pet loves playtime as much as I do.
Yep, life is perfect. Nothing could ever break us.
27
Blakely
One Month Later
"It's worth a try," Ears states.
Noah nods and slides onto the piano bench next to me. He hits a couple of piano keys and directs, "Try it lower."
"Lower?" I ask in doubt.
"Yeah, just humor me," he replies.
I shrug. "Okay."
He hits the notes, and I lower my voice, singing,"Love you."When I'm done, I turn to him. "Like that?"
He grins and pats my leg. "Yes, exactly like that." He glances at Ears. "You hear the difference?"
Ears grins. "Yep. Can you sing it like that on the next go-round?"
"Sure," I agree. It's a bit strange getting instructions on how to sing my lyrics. I've never had anyone give me suggestions, but everything Ears and Noah propose seems to make my songs better.
We go through another take, and I sing it how they want me to. I decide I like it better, as well.
Noah leans closer, asking, "How's that feel?"
I nod. "Good. I think you guys are right."
Ears chuckles. "I usually am, darling. I usually am."
I roll my eyes. I've gotten used to Ears's ego, and I spend lots of time laughing over some of the things he says.
The buzzer rings, and the recording box door opens. I turn, and Riggs steps inside. He pins his glare on Noah.