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who will break you down. From the effect he already has on you, I’m not sure you’ll be capable of building yourself back up.”
    “I’m not going to let him break me. This is not about love , and you know that.”
    “The only thing I know is it’s never about love. It’s always about lust until it isn’t anymore. Then you’re curled up under the covers wondering when your vagina grew a heart.” She’s so over dramatic.
    “Stacia, please.” I push past her and drop my bag in the entrance closet.
    “I’m serious, Kylie.” She follows me into the kitchen and leans against the counter as I pull out a bottle of water and drink it. “You haven’t had sex in years. You can’t disconnect, and this man is going to use his cock to fuck with your head. He’ll have you begging him to chain you to his wall and whip you just so you can feel close to him.”
    “Must you be so crude?”
    “You’re about to step into a Dom’s lair, and you’re uncomfortable with dirty talk? You’re going to need to adjust quickly because there’s going to be a lot of foul-mouthed fucking going on.”
    “I love you, and you’re my only family. And maybe you’re right about him , but I can’t stop now. I don’t want to stop. I’m jumping in with my eyes wide open, so can you just be there for me if I start to drown in the deep end?” She’s my other half, the only person who will ever understand why I do what I do. We’re alike in every way. We have similar coloring and the same long, blonde hair. We have similar bodies that we keep trim and fit by working out five days a week. The only discerning difference is her gray eyes and my green ones. Most people mistake us for sisters, and that’s exactly what our friendship feels like.
    She walks over and pulls me into her arms , and I hug her. “I’ll jump in and pull you out even if I have to risk my life to do it.”
    I know she means it because I’d do the same for her. We’ve been in this together for five years, and I couldn’t imagine being half as sane as I am now without Stacia Opal.
     
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    Are doctor’s offices supposed to feel high-class?
    That’s the first thought that comes to me as I sit in Dr. Kendra Moore’s waiting room. Everything is so pristine and white. The table and reception desk are glossy and fingerprint free.
    “ Kylie Weber?” the nurse calls out.
    I follow her into a large room that doesn’t have the ordinary table with stirrups. At this office, those mundane features have been traded out for a plush chair that looks like a recliner that moves into position with buttons.
    Dr. Moore is a young brunette with shockingly blue eyes and a radiant smile I immediately read as fake. I’m the expert at fake smiles, and I’m on instant alert.
    “ Good morning, Ms. Weber. I understand you're a friend of Jude's?”
    “Something like that.” I'm definitely picking up on a weird vibe.
    “ All right, we'll run the usual test, and I'll send him the report in a couple of days.” She walks around preparing everything she needs, and I can feel her resentment rubbing off on me. I really don’t like the way she said “usual test.” She wants to remind me I'm one of many women, and she’s seen them all.
    I hate needles, but I hate it even more that this woman is the one wielding them. She rattles off unnecessarily as she swabs my arm with the cool alcohol pad. I try to ignore her, but she's persistent.
    “So where did Jude find you?” She busies herself with the needle as though she's not prying into my personal business. It's making me really uncomfortable that this woman knows what my relationship is with Jude, and I have no idea what hers is with him.
    “ We ran into each other at a restaurant.” I smile at her and hope her questions are over.
    She chuckles as the needle pierces my skin, and I flinch. “Jude always has a way of finding the most…exotic women.”
    I'm not sure if that was a complement , but it didn't feel like one