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whole life is a long
story?” She stood and walked towards her kitchen. “You know what, forget it. I
don’t want to know. Get the fuck out of my house. I’m leaving, and I don’t want
to see you again.”
    Storming into the kitchen she opened her fridge and
then slammed it closed. Going to the sink she wrung out a cloth in order to
clean the mess the wine had created in her front room.
    Tristan’s hands appeared either side of her. He held
a picture of a beautiful woman in a white dress. She’d seen the picture before
when she thought his wife was a joke.
    “You know I’m a dominant man. I’m a Dom, and I like
to be in control.”
    He’d been honest with her about his nature. They’d
explored some spanking, and he’d even tied her up a time or two, nothing too
heavy or scary.
    “Yes. You trained in the city under someone. I can’t
remember.”
    “William Johnson. Remember I told you he moved to
Cape Falls to start a new club?” She remembered but had never met the owner who
trained him. Tristan when he spoke of his past, talked
very highly of William.
    “Well, he started out my training, and then I moved
on to something deeper. My wife, Kate, needed something more.” She saw him grit
his teeth as he spoke the words. “Kate and I didn’t have a loving relationship.
We had a mutual understanding with each other. I liked to control, and she
liked pain.”
    Vicki frowned. “Kate? Your wife?”
    “Yes. She loved pain. Nothing I ever did was enough
for her. She always wanted more.”
    His hands tightened on the counter. “I’ve never told
anyone this, not even William.”
    From what she recalled apart from knowing where the
other man lived, Tristan hadn’t been in touch with the other man.
    Staring at the picture she was shocked to think of
the woman craving pain.
    Turning around in his arms, Vicki stared into his
eyes. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked.
    “You’ve got a right to know, and I’ve been a
complete bastard to you.” He handed her the photo. “Get some coffee, and I’ll
grab your bed shirt. I’ll tell you the truth.”
    She took the picture from him. He walked out the
door without looking back. Gazing down at the woman, Vicki wondered if she
really wanted to know the truth about her. She loved Tristan. Her whole life
was devoted to him. How could she handle it if he was really in love with his
wife? Being the rebound woman wasn’t on her list.
    You’ll
never know unless you open up.
    What if there was more pain than she could handle?
    Moving toward the kettle she filled it with water
and started making cups for a hot cup of coffee. There was nothing she could do
unless she knew the truth. Tristan was willing to give a part of himself to her, and she wanted to know more.
    While she waited for the kettle to boil she kept
looking at the woman. Kate had an easy smile. Her hair was blonde, and she
possessed startling blue eyes. Vicki’s own hair was blonde but had seen better
cleaning days. Instead of blue eyes she had green.
    Shaking her head, she poured the coffee and made her
way into the sitting room. Tristan held one of his shirts in his hand. He’d
removed his shoes and loosened the buttons on the shirt he wore. His trousers
were gone, and he sat in boxer briefs.
    “I thought you’d gotten rid of all my clothes,” he
said, pointing at the shirt.
    “I was getting around to it.”
    Vicki took the shirt and went back to the kitchen.
She may have been naked in front of him seconds ago, but that didn’t mean she
was comfortable being naked in front of him now.

Chapter
Four
     
    Tristan waited for her to come back through to the
sitting room. One of his memories of her house was when they’d moved the coffee
table out of the way and made love on the floor. Those times were long gone as
he observed her walking back to take a seat next to him on the sofa. The
distance between them felt huge even though they were seated on either side of
her large sofa.
    “I’m ready,”