sorry, Tiffany. Truly, I am. You’re right. I’m a total idiot to cheat on Markus, especially with Jake. I promise you. Today was the last time.”
“I wish I could believe you, Bri. I truly don’t know what the hell Jake has that makes you willing to risk so much, but it’s clear you have no will power when it comes to him.” She pauses before asking softly, “Did he hurt you today?”
Now it’s Bri’s turn to sigh. “No. Not really. Not in a bad way, although I’m worried he left some marks that may not fade before Markus sees them. He promised me he wouldn’t do anything to leave a mark and then the asshole whipped me with his belt.”
“Okay, okay. That’s a bit TMI. You’re more than welcome to share the gory details of your sex life with Markus, but I prefer not to think about you and Jake together. It just pisses me off.”
“Fair enough. I hate to ask another favor of you after you’ve done so much already for me today, but can you close up the shop after the last appointments tonight? I’d planned on coming back, but Markus left me a message that his big case wrapped up today and he’s coming home early and we’re going out to dinner and a club tonight. I need to head straight home if I hope to beat him there.”
“Bri, I told you that Jason and I were planning on going out tonight,” Tiffany wearily replies. “I’d actually hoped to be out of here already.” Before Brianna can even try to pressure her, Tiffany continues. “We were just going out for dinner so I’ll call him and tell him I’ll be a bit late. I’ll stay, but Bri, seriously - you really do owe me big this time and not just for working late. I mean it. This is the last time I’m covering for you with Markus. He’s too great of a guy to treat like this. He’s drop dead gorgeous. He’s rich, powerful and successful. He loves you so much and has done nothing but treat you like a pampered princess since the day he met you. He doesn’t deserve this.”
“You’re right, Tiffany. I love him so much and I love you. I swear. Today was the end of Jake.” Brianna’s resolve is strong as she makes this commitment to her best friend. Tiff is right. She’s been an idiot.
“I really want to believe you Bri, but I’ve heard it before. You’re going to nee d to prove it to me now, kiddo. Go out tonight. Have fun with your husband. Spend some time trying to be more honest with him about what it is you need from him that he isn’t giving to you. Give Markus a fighting chance to fill that need that’s driving you to a creep like Jake.”
“I’ll try. It’s not the easiest conversation to have. Markus is the antithesis of Jake. I really appreciate how much he loves me and pampers me, but sometimes… well, damn it… sometimes I just want him to come home, drag me into his home office, whip my panties down and take me hard and fast over his huge desk while he spanks my ass nice and hard with a ruler. Is it crazy that I’d rather have that than candles, wine, and rose petals?”
Bri is relieved to hear her friend’s laughter on the other end of the phone. “I get it. I really do. Gentle certainly has it’s place, but even us liberated twenty-first century women need to be dragged back to the cave and claimed by their caveman every once in awhile.”
“That’s the hard part for me, Tiff. I would change it if I could, but there’s no denying it. There is some part of me that needs to be dominated at home and in the bedroom. Having to ask for it or tell Markus what I need defeats the whole purpose. What really sucks is that Jake is too rough and Markus is too soft . What I need is a happy medium. Does that make me selfish that I want it all?”
“No, it doesn’t make you selfish at all, but here’s the thing Bri, and there’s no getting around it. You. Are. Married. And to a really great man who loves you very