Darker – Chapter 17

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Last time on Darker…

After being nearly raped less than twenty-four hours before, seeing one of my best friends about to get their head blown off had become the icing on the cake. At this point it didn't matter what Kayla did to me, I couldn't just stand there and do nothing; I couldn't let Luke die.

To be continued...

And now…

"Please! Let him go and I'll stay." With my hands held up, I surrendered myself over to her and begged to spare his life. "I'll do anything, just don't hurt him."

With Kayla's pistol digging into Luke's temple he closed his eyes and waited for the big bang, but when it didn't come, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Fine! Untie him." She conceded, withdrawing the gun. "Quickly, before I change my mind."

I was behind Luke in an instant, loosening the ropes that bound his hands and feet. As he was freed he popped up from his chair, rubbed his wrists then took a position behind me.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"

"You need to get out of here." With my eyes locked on the the gun I tried my best to maintain my composure as her weapon was now targeted on me.

"You can't be serious! I'm not going to leave you with her. She's off her fucking trolley."

Turning to Luke, I urged him to go. "Please." My whisper came out as a plea. "I'll be okay."

Shaking his head in resignation Luke backed away slowly never losing track of the pistol that Kayla gripped firmly in her hand. As his rear clumsily made contact with the door his hand reached for the handle and slowly opened it. In a matter of seconds I was alone with Jesse's unstable ex-sub.

"Finally!" Kayla sighed as she waved her weapon around. "Damn he was annoying! Please tell me you didn't fuck him too."

Perhaps it was the concussion I suffered from or the adrenalin racing through my nervous system or maybe I was just finally losing it. The situation couldn't be more critical but I found myself on the verge of laughter.

"No" I responded and shook my head. "He's just a friend."

"Thank God! I thought for a second you'd fuck anything."

No Kayla, just kinky billionaires...

As she directed more insults my way I no longer cared what she did to me or had to say. If it was my time to kick the bucket, then so be it.

"What happened to your face?" She asked, as I palmed my cheekbone. "Run into any fists lately?"

"What...this little thing? Pff…" I blew off my bruise like it was a nothing. "Actually, when I'm not producing music during the day, I'm a crime fighter by night. I am Ironwoman; all five feet, two inches of me." She rolled her eyes at my snark and nearly laughed making me feel less threatened.

"Don't you have a smart mouth." She gave a halfhearted compliment then touched my blemished skin. When I didn't flinch or back away she smirked and focused on my lips. "Had the situation been different we could've been friends, maybe even more."

Gross!

Her attempt at flirting nearly made me hurl, but I needed to keep up the facade. "You'll never know..."

"Did Master do that to you?"

I was about to say no but then started to think about the direction of our conversation and decided to play along. "Yes...last night."

"What did you do?"

"The unthinkable. Would you believe it if I told you that I rolled my eyes at him? Apparently he doesn't approve of that." Pausing to gauge her reaction, the opportunity to scan my surroundings came as I found a way to distract her long enough until help arrived. "I'm going to make myself some tea, would you care for some? I've got Camomile and Earl Grey."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Well Kayla, we're both exes of a certain control freak. I figured we have a lot in common and could exchange notes on the asshole."

"Did you say ex?"

"Yep...that's why I'm here." I lied but my new strategy was working and I needed to keep up the illusion. "Luke was helping me move back in."

"I don't believe you."

"That's okay, believe what you want." Grabbing the teapot off the stove I took it over to the sink and filled it up with water, then returned it to the cooking surface and set the desired flame. "It'll just be a few minutes. Please, have a seat."

"No thank you, I'll stand." She retorted politely, watching my every move as I leaned back against the counter. "So are you going to tell me what happened?" She asked again, relaxing her grip on the gun.

"Sorry, but I can't." Smirking, I shifted my weight to my other foot and looked her in the eye. "Just like you I signed a NDA, so I'm not at liberty to discuss that." Kayla huffed at my comment then took a few steps closer until she was inches from my face. "You're not going to kiss me again, are you?"

"I might." She teased, then thrust her gun into my already bruised rib cage. "I already know how he fucks you, I want to hear about your punishment."

"KAYLA!" The deep voice came from Jesse who had snuck into the condo while I was distracting her. "Stop this at once!'

Without warning the tea pot boiled over and whistled. Taking advantage of the diversion I deflected Kayla's hand away and took cover behind Jesse. The gun was now pointed at him.

"Listen to me very carefully, Kayla. You've been very bad and will have to pay the consequences."

Letting out a sigh of ecstasy the psycho bitch looked pleased in getting his attention. To me it was an odd reaction but then again, she was a fucking schizophrenic.

"Drop the gun at once and kneel before me." He demanded. "Eyes down."

Wow! And just like that, she did...

"What are you doing?" I whispered to him, not believing what I was witnessing.

"What I have to do." He responded quietly, picking up the gun as he stashed it into his suit pocket. "It's time for you to leave."

"What? Hell no!" I whisper shouted. "I'm not going anywhere!"

With a look of annoyance Jesse turned toward his assistant who was standing guard at the door. "Get her out of here."

"Yes Sir." Benji responded immediately, reaching for me. "C'mon Ms. Beca. Let's go."

"No!" I pulled my arm away. "There's no fucking way I'm leaving you two alone!"

Snapping his neck around the crazed look in Jesse's eyes startled me. "For once in your goddamn life, do as you're told and GET OUT!"

With her eyes cast downward, Kayla chuckled at my expense which infuriated me further. The deception I felt was unreal. Here I was standing in the middle of my friend's kitchen with my boyfriend and one of his ex-subs, and I was the one being forced to leave. I was seething knowing that bitch was getting exactly what she wanted as she began to undress. I looked away and didn't want to believe it, because it was clear what was going down; Jesse had slipped into Domme mode and was going to make her submit.

"Please don't do this!" My urgency was filled with desperation. "You've disarmed her. Let's call the police and let them take her into custody."

Slowly approaching me Jesse yanked my hair in back and forced me to look up at him. "I'm not going to ask you again. GET THE FUCK OUT!" His threatening tone was unnerving as he released my hair and shoved me towards the front door.

My heart sunk to the bottom of an abyss as Benji grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the condo.

What the hell just happened?

The dude inside there was not the man I fell in love with, or was it? Jesse had reverted to the dominant who forced his will over women for his own personal gain. It was always a concern I had about him and his former ways, I just didn't think he could slip so easily into his alter ego. You can take the man away from the kink, but you can't take the kink out of the man. As Benji guided me away from the condo complex I saw Luke waiting by the SUV. Getting myself free from his grip my speed picked up as I approached my friend.

"Are you okay, love?" He asked, meeting me halfway. Nodding slowly I moved further away from Benji and into the waiting arms of my British buddy. "Where's that boyfriend of yours?"

"He disarmed her and now they're...talking." I choked out knowing they were doing anything but. "She's one of his exes."

"Ex what?" He asked with disgust. "C'mon, you look like you can use a drink."

That was an understatement...

Pointing across the street there was a trendy little bar with an Irish theme. It was perfect and just what the doctor prescribed. Letting Benji know where I was going, I told him I would be home later and to check on Jesse. He was reluctant to let me go but acknowledged me with a nod as Luke and I carried on.

Entering the pub we were seated by the window and waited on immediately.

"Apple Crown Royal on the rocks, and make it a double." I ordered without hesitation.

Luke arched a brow and placed his own request. "Newcastle on draft please."

"Will there be anything else?" A tiny skimpy dressed cocktail waitress replied.

"Um...yes doll, start a tab. I have the feeling we're going to be here a while." Handing her his credit card the barmaid batted her eyes at Luke then left to retrieve our drinks. "Since when is someone as posh as you into the hard stuff?"

"Since I started dating Jesse Swanson."

"Well, it looks like someone's looking to get rat arsed and I'm not going to stop you." His British slang always amused me and seemed to make me smile no matter how upset I was. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Do you have a year?"

"Well, I'm not going anywhere. First off you can tell me where you got that." Touching the bruise on my face a flashback of yesterday invaded my mind. "Did that wanker, Swanson do that to you?"

"What? No." I responded quickly with a forced chuckle. "You know what a clutz I am. Tripped over my feet and face planted into a bookcase."

"Stop faffing around! I've known you for years and something isn't right with you. What's going on?"

With our drinks being delivered we acknowledged the girl and clinked glasses. My nerves were shot to hell as my hand shook while I brought the whiskey to my mouth. Tossing the drink down in one swig I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and returned the empty glass to the table.

"I can't talk about it."

"Now I know you're not okay. Look at you, you're trembling."

"Please Luke, it's been a real shitty forty-eight hours and I've got a splitting headache."

"Hey, it's me. We've been chums for years and I can always tell when you're gutted about something. You can tell me anything and I'll never judge you." He paused and reached for my hand. "Talk to me."

"It wasn't Jesse." Knowing he wasn't going to let it go I finally conceded and told him. "I was attacked at work."

"Blimey fuck! Who the devil was it?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. The asshole's been arrested."

"I'm sorry love, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah...buy me another drink."

"Waitress!" He yelled out, raising his hand to get the barmaid's attention. "Another double for my friend and I'll have another longneck!" Acknowledging him with a smile I checked my cell phone for messages, when I saw none, I stashed it back into my purse. "So, are you going to tell me about that beastly woman?"

Letting out a sigh I considered the NDA and what I could say. "She's an ex-girlfriend." I opened. "From what Jesse told me, their relationship ended over a year ago. Kayla fell hard for him but he didn't feel the same so he broke it off. She moved on and met somebody else however, he was recently killed in a car accident which, naturally devastated her. Then she saw us in the paper and flipped her lid. The rest is history."

"The poor sap. No wonder she's so messed up." He empathized with her. "So what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you okay?"

Talk about a loaded question. Was I okay? No, I was far from it as my mind filled in the blanks as to what was happening back in the condo. Accepting more liquid courage, I took a sip then returned it to the table. Being the good friend Luke was, he didn't pry any further but tried to distract me and asked about the Bellas. With some of them already on their way to Denmark, my flight wasn't leaving until tomorrow morning. My bags were packed and ready to go but my mind just wasn't into it; I was too distracted by recent events.

About an hour later there was some commotion taking place outside. With an ambulance pulling up I saw Dr. Moss exiting the emergency vehicle while a gurney was being pulled out; they were headed for the condo.

What the hell did he do to her?

Slamming down my third cocktail Luke and I watched the scene unfold before us. About thirty minutes later paramedics were rolling Kayla into the back of the van. She seemed to be out of it and staring straight ahead as she was hooked up to an IV and covered with a white sheet. From what I could see, she appeared to be without clothing, at least her upper torso which would be consistent with what was going on in the condo before I was kicked out. And then there was Jesse whose shirt was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up and pulled out from his pants. His demeanor was serious as he and his shrink clambered into the back of the SUV with Benji at the wheel.

When both vehicles left the scene Luke gave me a look of bewilderment.

"What the blooming fuck was that about?"

There would be no witty comeback or snarky response from my observation. Instead I sat opposite of Luke and shook my head in disbelief.

Later that evening Luke accompanied me back to the condo to retrieve the Bella's uniforms and then offered to give me a lift to Jesse's place. I was in no hurry to return home so Luke and I hung out and reminisced about our time at Barden.

Luke was the station manager and I was his intern who stacked CDs and filed away music he played for the student body. WBUJ had quite the following and became known as the tiny pirate station that didn't conform to FCC regulations; we played whatever we felt like and whenever we wanted to. We were radio DJ's who played 'music for the independent mind' and could give a damn about authority. After bombarding him with flash drives filled of my mixes during my freshman year, Luke finally listened to my mashups and aired then during one of his shows. The response from campus was so overwhelming, I was given my own time slot and played my own stuff. In a way it was Luke who supported my interests and gave me my first break. Being with my friend was a pleasant escape and exactly what I needed. As we spent more time together I wished my feelings for him were more than friendship. With his charming disposition, chiseled good looks and abs made of steel, it would have been so easy to fall for him, but I felt no physical attraction between us. Perhaps with all that's recently happened my feelings for the Brit would have changed.

"Kiss me."

"What?" He squeaked.

"Don't ask any questions, just do it."

Seated on the couch Luke brought me into his lap and pressed his lips to mine. At first he was tentative until I parted my lips and let him taste me. Straddling his lap I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. With the lasting affects of alcohol still in my system, my reality turned blurry as I closed my eyes and imagined I was making out with the pompous ass. Repositioning us, I was pushed down into the cushions as his weight settled on top of me while we enjoyed sloppy open mouthed kisses. Unbuttoning my plaid shirt, my snug fitting tank top was visible as I felt my nipples strain against the offensive material of my black Victoria Secret lace bra. The moans coming from my partner set off my desire as I felt strong hands kneading my sensitive breasts. Undoing the clasp of my jeans my zipper was lowered and I was cupped over my coordinating black undies. Groaning with desire I wanted to feel more and arched my back as his mouth descended to my chest. Squirming underneath I held his head to my breast as he moistened the material that confined me. With my arousal reaching new heights I mouthed my lovers name.

"Oh Jesse..." I breathed.

And that's when things got weird...

Opening my eyes, Luke's were like silver dollars as he pulled away and stared down at me in disbelief. In the thralls of passion I'd forgotten myself and called out to Jesse. Carefully withdrawing himself from me Luke sat up, wiped his mouth and chuckled to himself.

Still laying back on the sofa I shut my eyes, ran both hands through my hair and couldn't believe what I'd done. "I'm so sorry, It's gotta be the alcohol. I didn't mean to…"

"It's alright, love." He responded affectionately with the warmest Orbit worthy smile. "You can't help it if your heart belongs to someone else. I just hope he knows what he's got."

That makes two of us...

"I'm so fucked up right now, and I'm not talking about my buzz."

"I know you are and I'm going to help you in any way I can, except for shagging." He teased making us both laugh. "I've been accused of a lot of things but homewrecker isn't one of them."

Shaking my head I sat up and pressed my lips to Luke's cheek. "I don't deserve your friendship."

"Yes you do." His response made me smile. "If I can't earn your love, your friendship will have to do. Um...let's keep this to ourselves."

Nodding in agreement I stood up and excused myself to the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on my face I needed to get my act together. With my cell phone vibrating nonstop the arrogant ass was calling me every half hour. Being so furious with Jesse, I refused to answer and switched off my phone, then tossed it carelessly into my bag. Recalling the way he shrieked at me in the condo to what I witnessed outside, I felt a level of betrayal that couldn't be explained; I'd had enough and knew things between us would have to change.

It was just past ten when I decided to come home. I'm not sure how many drinks I'd had through the course of the night but I was still tipsy and knew that Jesse would be waiting for me.

Remembering my promise to never leave him, I was dying on the inside because that's what I intended to do. I loved Jesse but being in a relationship with him and dealing with his screwed up past had become toxic to my well-being. With dealing with the threats from Mrs. Robinson to nearly being raped and held at gunpoint, to almost witnessing one of my best friends get murdered, I'd had enough. But then it was seeing Jesse with Kayla as they slipped effortlessly into role playing as dominant and submissive without any regard for me that did me in. I'd become that jealous woman who no longer trusted their significant other and was being dragged down into that dark place I resisted from the beginning. At this point I was the one suffering and needed to look out for myself. With the uniforms in hand I rode the elevator to the top floor, took deep breaths and entered the foyer.

"There she is!" He grumbled and slammed his cell phone down on the counter, cracking its shiny glass surface. "I've been calling you for hours! Where the hell have you been!?"

"It's nice to see you too." Dripping of sarcasm I calmly draped the outfits over a chair. "How's your girlfriend?"

Ignoring my question Jesse walked up to me and grabbed my arm. "Why didn't you answer your phone? I've been worried sick about you."

Pulling my arm from his grip I stepped away. "Because I knew it was you!" Clenching my jaw the cold tone of my voice stunned him into silence.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, Jesse dismissed everyone so we were alone, combed his fingers through his hair and tried to calm himself.

"Where were you?" He asked again, trying to control his anger. Ignoring him this time I pulled out my cell phone and saw a gazillion missed calls and text messages.

Huh...the asshole did care.

"Answer me!" He barked, startling me from reading my messages.

"With Luke!" I snarled back, stuffing my phone back into my bag. "We went back to the condo after you left. Happy now?"

"Have you been drinking?"

"Why yes...I have." I paused to get closer to him. "Lots and lots of whiskey." And breathed into his face. His eyes closed at my actions.

"What were you doing with him?"

"What do you think I was doing?"

"Beca, please! I need to know."

Giving him one of my trademark smirks, Jesse was down right jealous. "If you're wondering if I was fucking him, I wasn't. Unlike my boyfriend, I don't fuck my exes."

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Because I saw her being taken away on that gurney. What the hell did you do to her?"

"That's none of your business!"

"I'm your goddamn girlfriend and that makes it my business! Now...tell me what happened or I'm walking out that door, and I won't be returning!"

"You wouldn't!"

"After what I've been through lately, don't push your luck, Swanson!"

"I did what I needed to do."

"AND?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"DID YOU FUCK HER!?"

"Beca, it wasn't like that."

"JUST ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!" I'd never felt such anger for anyone as Jesse stood before me, refusing to tell me the truth. His fucking secrets were slowly killing me inside and I had just about enough as he continued to keep me in the dark. After a few minutes of silence, reality struck as tears began to fall. "You son of a bitch! You cheated on me."

It felt as though the rug had been pulled from under my feet. The only man I'd ever loved and trusted had betrayed me in the worst way possible. Feeling as though I had nothing left I walked over to the wet bar and carelessly poured myself another drink. Tossing down several more ounces of Hennessy I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve, slammed the glass down and slumped forward on the bar counter while holding my head between my hands.

"I didn't have sex with her." He spoke softly. "I would never do that to you."

"I saw her Jesse, she had no clothes on." I paused to sigh. "What did you do?"

With hesitation Jesse ran his hand through his mussed up hair. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes momentarily, then told me.

"I bathed her."

"You did what?"

"It wasn't sexual. She was filthy and needed a bath. It was more like a parent nurturing a child...nothing more."

"And you find nothing weird or wrong with that?"

"No, I don't." He answered truthfully. "She's a very sick girl."

She's not the only sick one...

"Is that why you called Dr. Moss?"

"Yes, he had to sedate her."

"It's still inappropriate for someone who's in a relationship to strip down an ex and bathe them."

"I know, but given the circumstance I didn't know what else to do."

"Okay, I was wrong for jumping to conclusions, but it looked that way."

"I know it did, and I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"Yeah, that was quite special." My sarcasm was back with a vengeance. "Thank you for that."

"Are you leaving me?"

Rubbing my head I was struggling with making any decisions. Even though I was still angry at Jesse, I understood where he was coming from. "These secrets of yours are tearing me apart. I can't be in a relationship with you if you can't be honest with me. I need more."

Letting out a sigh Jesse shook his head.

"Then perhaps this will help you decide whether or not to leave. Have a seat." Sitting down on a bar stool I gave him my undivided attention. "Alright Beca, I'm going to give you what you wanted and then you can decide for yourself." Grabbing the bottle from me Jesse took a healthy swig then returned it to the counter. "You're not going to like this."

Bracing myself for the worst I poured myself another drink and tossed it back. "I'm listening."

Taking a seat next to me Jesse closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

"You were right about me from the beginning." He began and opened his eyes. "I not only enjoy hurting women, the worse the pain I inflict, the more sexually aroused I become." He paused to take another deep breath. "I'm a sadist."

With my subconscious slamming the gavel in protest my inner goddess keeled over like a freshly axed tree.

Thinking about our first night together I had just signed the NDA and was taken on a tour of the Red Room of Pain. Jesse had gone into explicit detail about the nature of his infamous BDSM contract when I accused him of being a sadist, which he denied.

"You told me you were a dominant and not a sadist"

"I lied."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you so badly that night." He admitted. "An attractive and intelligent young woman came into my life and admitted to never being touched. It was like adding fuel to the fire; you became my greatest conquest. My God I would've killed to get into your pants. I lied because I was desperate to have you; I wanted to own your virginity."

As tears fell the reality that our relationship was built on bed of lies had cut me like a knife through the chest. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because you wanted the truth." He merely stated. "Had you known who I really was, would you have let me fuck you that night?"

"No." I answered without hesitation and shook my head. "I would've had you take me home."

"Exactly."

"Do you still feel that way?"

"Are you asking if I still get off at hurting women?"

"Yeah...I need to know."

"Of course I do, that'll always be a part of me, but something else happened that night." Leaning closer he hooked a tendril of hair behind an ear. "You were so fucking amazing. I tried to hurt you but you took everything I gave, and then you wanted more." He paused to wipe a stray tear away from my cheek. "I was like a moth to your flame after that, and didn't realize I'd already fallen for you."

Thinking back to all the times I joined him in his playroom. My submission into darkness, the pain I endured that drove me into trance. I was becoming even more confused because I began to crave subspace like it was a narcotic. If he was a sadist, who enjoyed inflicting pain was I a masochist who got off on receiving it? With my head swimming I recalled the infamous punishment I received for rolling my eyes. It was the most demeaning experience I'd ever had and needed to find out how it made him feel. "Did you enjoy beating me and watching me fall apart?"

"Yes." He answered without hesitation.

It was as though the flood gates had opened. "I take it all back, you are a monster." I sobbed. "You're not the person I thought you were."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you all along, but you kept loving me and wanting to fix things." He paused. "I'll always be fifty shades of fucked up."

"Well, so am I now." My admission surprised him. "Thanks to you I don't know who I am anymore."

"Don't say that."

"Say what? That I'm as fucked up as you?" With tears falling freely I held my pounding head between my hands. "I can't do this anymore."

"Beca, I may have lied to you in the beginning to get you into my bed, but you've changed me. The best thing you ever did for us was walking out after that punishment. You made me realize how much I needed you and wanted more for us than that kind of relationship. I've never felt this way for anyone and my heart truly belongs to you." He paused with a sigh. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"I don't know, Jesse. This is too much. I don't know about anything anymore..." Mumbling to myself I felt exhausted. "I've sold my soul to the devil, and now I'm lost."

"We can be lost together."

"No."

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

"Yes...for Denmark."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know."

As we sat in silence I realized we had hit an intersection that could take us into any direction. Do I stay with him and continue on this destructive path to hell or do I walk away and heal from the pain I'd been suffering from.

"What're you're thinking about?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"That I'm no good for you."

"What are you talking about? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I can't give you what you need."

"You already have. You're everything to me!"

"I saw the real you with Kayla. I saw what you two had together."

"No Beca, that's over. She means nothing to me."

"You stripped her naked and made her submit." I paused to calm myself then continued. "And then you bathed her. If she meant nothing to you, then why did you do it?"

"I don't know!" Looking like he was sucker punched I obviously struck a nerve. "I love you Beca, that's all I know right now."

"And regardless of you lying to me I love you too, but it's no longer enough. I just don't know anymore."

"Please don't do this."

"Do what? Think of what's best for me? Up until this point it's all been about you. I need to re-evaluate my future. I need time to think about us."

Motioning closer Jesse reached for my hand but I pulled away. With his eyes widening in horror; he looked petrified. "You're running away."

"I just…"

"No! No! No!" With desperation seizing him, Jesse held his head between his hands. "Not again!"

"Jesse...don't do this!"

"No." He breathed, shaking his head; he was stricken with panic.

What happened next was entirely unexpected. Falling to his knees Jesse placed his hands on his thighs and cast his eyes downward.

"What are you doing?"

There was no reply...

"Jesse...stop this! You're scaring me!"

With his head bowed down he was motionless and didn't utter a word.

"Oh, my God! What have I done?" It was my turn to panic. "I don't want this! Please say something!"

Still nothing...

"Damn it! Don't do this!

No change...

"Look at me!" It came out as a command.

Without hesitation Jesse raised his head and locked eyes with me. Something must have snapped within him because he didn't look like himself. With a glazed over expression, he had a serene look about him as he regarded me passively. Waiting expectantly for my next command, Jesse put his wrists together and offered them to me. The horror I felt could not be described. This was the last thing I wanted for Jesse. The successful billionaire who exuded confidence and power had thrown himself at my feet. As realization struck, the intense love and passion we shared was tearing us apart. The lies and secrets between us finally surfaced but were too extreme for either of us to accept. With our souls in turmoil, we were in pain and seemed to be damaged beyond repair. What I never wanted or thought would happen in a million years was taking place before my very eyes.

Jesse Swanson had become my submissive...

A/N: What will happen to Jesse? Can Beca bring him back? Next time...Copenhagen. Please R&R and let me know your thoughts.