White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 20

What the hell has gotten into him? Could he be any more stupid? How could he get caught up in... feelings? He had long since learned how to school himself against emotions of the heart.

He knew what it felt to control, doninate and take possession of but never had he felt jealous of any man in his life. He was not one to lie to himself he knew what it was like to be envious of the children he knew had the love and care of their fathers but never had he been jealous of a woman and the affections she held for another.

Where was the cool and collective man who stood tall against all the odds and fought to win when it seemed failure was the only option? He had lost his control over that man when he realised that he wanted Wendy in ways that went beyond just the physical.

She was his weakness.

He cursed under his breath,"Dammit."

He sighed in resignation as he walked into the night letting his feet take him where they will as his mind raced with thoughts that made him realise truths he could not deny. Wendy had the power to break him. She could rip away his defenses and lay him bare.

It was not the issue that his father had on more occasions than he cared to remember tried tracking his life on a path that he thought befitted him and being his son Deacon was made to comply but that never became the case. His father has long since stopped being a bother to him. It has been years since the old bastard has gotten the best of him.

The issue was that Wendy had control over him that he could not deny and he found that he wanted to put up no resistance to her control like he would have to his father.

Without so much as realizing it, he had let it seep in and manipulate another outcome in his life. It was taking the persona of the stubborn, strong-willed man that he had coiled about himself and battering him like a harsh vengeful wind with needs and desires he vowed never to give or allow himself.

She had caused him to start feeling on a deeper level that was broaching the steel walls of his heart.

He laughed harshly. Life was such a cunning brute. He was its little puppet. It took his vulnerability and his longing and used it to make him a pawn from the start with his father's dictate and cold affection, then onwards to his desire to break both him and Kylie from the selfish clutches of his father's desire and to then leave him cornered in the biggest move of the game.

Wendy.

It had so much without trying gotten Wendy to have him in the place where his father and many of the women that had found themselves in his life had tried to and failed.

She orchestrated without even knowing it the most devised plan. She was the master of the game now, life had left it all up to her and she did not even know it.

From the beginning, it was her the had the power to break him, to string him along and have him dance to her tune. In privacy, he had over and over let that very tune mesmerize him like a snake to a snake charmer's tune.

He smiled because deep down he did not have a problem with being under her control. He liked the feel of it very much the part that did not sit well with him was the part where he felt totally possessive of her.

He had never once been jealous of a woman or felt such overwhelming anger knowing that she was with someone or even belonging to someone before him.

When he had seen Brandon looking at her with such longing and bearly suppressed desires and the way she seemed flustered by it he was taken over with a mindless need to cross the room and punch him in the face.

Earlier every kiss he gave her, each hold on her arm, him touching her and wanting everyone present to see so they know that she belongs to him was no pretending nor him being dominant.