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half tempted him to go back to bed
so he could take her again. No matter how much time he spent with her
he always wanted more. The thought of her leaving him made his chest
ache. From the first night he’d seen her at the private Glass
Kat club in her adorable little cupcake uniform she’d gotten
under his skin. That she’d accepted his Valentine invitation
fifteen months ago had been nothing short of a miracle.
    The first night had been an
amazing sexual experience for them both, but it was the tremor in her
voice when she told him she needed to learn how to be a submissive
that cemented his desire to keep her.
    Alex stepped out on the balcony
and looked over the city he both loved and hated. Over the months he
learned not only what made his kitten purr, he also got inside her
head, delving into her past relationships, her fragmented family and
the needs that drove her to him in the first place. At first their
desires had been eerily close until over time his beautiful sub began
to change. Their relationship drew her out and she began to flower
much like the roses he sent her every week. It had been both a
beautiful and scary development he loved watching. He’d known
that attachments would form and eventually things would get to this
point and he’d hoped he’d be ready when it happened.
    He hadn’t been. Instead of
manning up, he’d frozen in fear and refused to deal with what
was between them until he’d worked through some of his hang-ups
about becoming permanently attached to his kitten. Namely how her
life would change if she became more involved in his fucked-up life.
    What a fool he’d been.
    Now some of his early judgments
about why she’d spent so much time living a life in a vanilla
marriage began to make sense. Most of his life had been faked. Rich
parents who passed him from one nanny to the next hadn’t
resulted in a strong ability to make attachments to other people. So
he’d relied on his wealth to get what he wanted, including the
string of submissives who’d come before Harper.
    He’d worked very hard to
keep his relationship with her away from the other part of his life.
She was so much better than that. While his parents had remained
married for over thirty years so far, it hadn’t always been
pretty. Growing up he’d had plenty of time to see the real
people who lived behind the façade. On the surface it had
seemed that his family did the best they could, but nobody was ever
particularly happy. Himself included. Sure they all had their little
idiosyncrasies they took pleasure in, but real joy seemed to elude
them.
    Then Harper had walked into his
life and given him…he didn’t know. Strange things had
happened inside him and he wanted nothing more than to protect that
from his real world. So he compartmentalized for over a year, keeping
his kitten his sacred secret.
    Until the night Harper went so
deep all her truths came sobbing out, scaring the hell out of him.
She loved him with everything she had. Unlike him, she’d gone
all in. A gift so special he was afraid to accept it. Because at one
time or another he believed his mother had gifted his father with the
same gift. And their life together had little meaning beyond the
children they created and the wealth they’d amassed. Although
what his mother didn’t realize is that he saw the truth every
so often. Rarely actually. But the sad, dead look in her eyes when
she thought no one saw had burned so deep into his psyche he was
certain he’d never forget. Was that what he would do to Harper
if he didn’t learn how to love her properly?
    He grabbed the railing and
squeezed, his muscles flexing until they began to burn. He’d
fucked this one up pretty good. Not telling Harper that he’d
needed some time to clear some of the bullshit from his life and get
through some nasty business dealings that had been hanging over his
head for a while had been a colossal mistake. She also needed to hear
the truth about his whole life and then