Yes Sir (18+ BDSM Erotica)

Chapter 9

LISA

It was embarrassing to me for him to walk in on me singing that song, the one that feels so close to my heart, for reasons I really didn't want to admit right yet.

But he was good about it, and offered to make breakfast and even washed the dishes. I was warmed by his sudden urgency to do everything he could to help me to recover from the passionate cry.

I felt better already. I stretched and helped him dry the dishes because I refused to let him do that also and I sat down on the couch. I turned my phone on and I had several missed calls from Sarah.

Sarah.

I sighed and hit the "call" button. Here goes.

I didn't expect her to pick up, but there were one and a half rings and suddenly I heard, "Oh my God, Lisa, heyyyyy! I literally was panicking I didn't think you'd call me and are you mad at me? I don't know what I did but I need you to tell me and OH MY GOD is that Mr. Steele you're sleeping with? Because IF SO then AHHHHHHH I'm so excited for you right now and I wanna know EVERY DETAIL if you ever get a chance that you want to because he's my boss after all and I WAS THE ONE who shipped you guys, like #Sterrari, OH MY GOD I'M SO FUNNY BAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Then there was sudden silence and I said, "You done yet, you jackass?"

Silence.

"Did you hear me?"

"Y-yes, I'm done."

I smiled into the phone. "You know, I miss my jackass. I thought you were the one mad at me, but I guess not. We'll meet up sometime. What do you say, later? For dinner? At Di Michelangelo, eh?"

I could hear her smile through the phone. "Okay! Phew. Sounds great. At what time?"

"Give me one second," I said, then I turned around to face Michael. "Can I meet up with Sarah for dinner tonight? I won't tell her much, just give her an idea to shut her up. And I'll tell her to keep her fucking mouth shut, of course."

"Where at, again?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Di Michelangelo."

"What time?"

"I figured I'd ask you."

He huffed. "I'd like to do something with you at around five o'clock. Can she wait until six-thirty?"

I asked her this, and she said of course she could. We told each other we loved each other and hung up. I was excited for later, I had missed her.

I turned to Michael and noticed that he didn't look very happy.

"Michael, I can cancel it if you don't want me going."

"I do, I just don't want you to talk too much."

I crossed my arms. "Don't think lowly of me, Michael, I know what to say and what not to."

"I don't think lowly of you, at all, Lisa. I just want to make sure she won't talk."

"She won't, I'll make sure of that."

He sighed. "Okay then."

I looked up at him, letting my curiosity show. "What're we gonna do at 5:00?"

He smiled down at me. "You'll see."

I crossed my arms and hmphed. "I don't like it when people got secrets and surprises and shit, Michael. I like to be informed of - "

"I found out some things about your biological father. We're meeting a woman at 5:00 PM. That's all I'm telling you."

I stood there in shock. My Babbo? How the hell did he know a woman who knew my Babbo?

I didn't even know much about Babbo.

"Oh," I said, knowing not to press for information. "Can you just tell me where?"

"Well," he said, smirking. "Di Michelangelo."

"Shit."

"But I also know you want to see Sarah. So, what we'll do is meet the woman a little earlier, because she said any time between 4-5. I'll call her now."

"BET!" I said, getting excited. "This is gonna be so cool!"

He looked at me and smiled.