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that I left, but at this point, I don’t care.
    When I get into the lobby, security l ooks surprised to see me. They see the cab pull up and the man is hesitant to let me leave. I guess Dylan must’ve had ‘the talk’ with him about me utilizing public transportation and cabs. He attempts to call Dylan, but I put a stop to it. I don’t need him ratting me out.
    Finally back at my place, I crank up the heat and make a cup of hot cocoa. My place is so neglected . The snow has started falling and it’s coming down heavily. Yes, Dylan is going to be seriously pissed.  I might as well prepare for my spanking now.
     

Chapter 4
Dylan
    What the fuck was I thinking? I love Isa, but marriage ? The look on her face when I said let’s do it tonight was a cold shock to my ego.  Hell, if she would’ve said yes, I would’ve done it, too. Once Isabel finds out everything about me she’ll be gone, so I guess it’s a good thing she didn’t say yes.  She looked so hurt when I dismissed her. I wonder what it was she was coming to tell me?
    I go to the safe and break out my long hidden away files. In them are the many contracts from my past submissives. I should’ve gotten rid of these a long time ago but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’m not sure exactly why; nostalgia, I guess. Among the files is Erika’s contract. I walk over and close the office door to ensure some privacy and start perusing the file. A disc falls out onto the desk when I pull out the contract. Shit . I forgot about the videos. How could I have forgotten about that? I’m tempted to watch the disc. No. Isabel could walk in and then what? I’ll watch it at work. Fucking hell . Why am I even thinking about this? I should just destroy it. 
    I set it aside and start going over the contract and Erika’s hard limits. She really was a bottomless bottom.  The one and only thing she objected to was sucking cock. It’s hard to believe she would refuse to do such a simple thing yet she would let me fist her ass or be gang banged by half a dozen men of my choosing. I never did understand that woman.  Things were so much simpler with Erika. I knew I could do anything I wanted to her and there was never an argument about it.
    Isa, well, she’s complex. Just like calling her a slut. I had no idea she would react the way she did. It’s slightly irritating that I can’t just throw caution to the wind with her and let my true Dominant sadistic nature out. Is that someone I really want to marry? Someone who doesn’t know the real me? Have I only been kidding myself that I can keep going on and pretending like what Isa and I have been doing will keep me satisfied? I love when she’s in control, but even at that, she doesn’t take full control. I would love more than anything to see Isabel in 100% Domme mode and not be afraid to embrace it. And vice versa; I would love to be in 100% Dom mode with Isa and not be afraid if she could handle it or not.
    She’s being awfully quiet out there. Maybe she’s painting again. I gla nce out the window and I see snow coming down in massive quantity. So much for ordering out. I put away my secret stash of Erika memorabilia and head out of the office. It’s way too quiet out there.
    When I don’t find Isa in her studio or in the living room, I begin to feel panic ked. Sure enough, her coat and bag are gone, but her keys are right where I hid them. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I call down to security and I’m told that she caught a cab an hour ago. An hour ago? Have I been in the office that long? God damn it. That woman is… is… so fucking stubborn. Erika was never that stubborn. She always followed the rules and never disobeyed me.
    What the fuck is wrong with me? Erika? Seriously, Young? No, she never disobeyed me until the day she fucked me over and tried to blackmail me.  Aggravated with myself for even comparing Erika and Isa, I walk over the balcony to get a look at the weather outside. Shit . There’s no way in