Dominating Secrets [BDSM]DISCONTINUED

CHAPT3R TW3NTY

Hey guys!! i had to write this chapter over twice because it got deleted so I'm a little upset, i think i liked the first version better but please comment and vote. and check out my other BDSM book. sorry for the errors!!! I'll fix them later! 

Like the fool I am, I manage to leave my keys at the restaurant. Any other day I would be fine walking back there but I just can't face the fact that he was there. I won't lie and say I didn't feel anything when I saw him, but I shouldn't. It's wrong to love someone who's only happy hurting you, and in the way he knew I was used to. I'm flooded with questions but as they race to my brain I realize there all about him and I push them away. All I want right now is to get my keys, go home, and fall asleep, hoping to never wake up again.

Of course the kitchen door is open, the staff never lock it. I grab my keys off the counter saying one last goodbye to the place that was my safe haven and refuge for so long. It pains me to say goodbye. Although Mr. Frencenious was a mean person he was still someone I looked up to. He followed his dream of opening one of the most famous Italian restaurants there is. The first day I started working here he told me to follow my dream and not give two shit about the people who said I can't do it. But I'm one of those people.

I head out of the back door to the front if the restaurant and my heart leaps out my throat. I know that car. He waited for me to come back! If I don't look at it and walk past maybe he won't see me, but as the grand idea comes into my head he leaps out the car. Shit, shit, shit. I turn to walk to other way.

"Ashley please" those words stop me in my tracks. The world 'please' sounds so foreign coming from his lips. I turn to face the devil I've been trying to run away from, well one of them. The rising lump in my throat is getting harder and harder to swallow. I refuse to speak first, we stand there staring at each other.

"Hi" he breathes. I lick my lips swallowing. That one word being the ice breaker.

"Hi" I croak.

"You ran off, I never got the chance to... you know" he looks so uncomfortable, I guess he's not use to this, but I'm not going to let him get away so easily.

"No, I don't know" my tone bitter.

"I wanted to say sorry, and that I've missed you"

"You've said it, are you done?"

"Ashley—"

"Look, can we just forget it happened, for both are sakes." Please...

"No, I've tried to forget about you but I cant. Everything I do reminds me of you"

"I find it funny now that were done and you hurt me you can open up, but when I was yours I wasn't allowed to talk to you"

"I pushed you away, I knew if I didn't I would end up hurting you"

"Well aren't you the psychic" he steps closer and I step back. I don't want to do this, I can't. "I don't want to stand here and argue with you, so for the sake of your temper and my heart its best we go are separate ways" I turn to walk. Just hold it in ash, don't cry. I can hear his soft footsteps behind me.

"So what are going do, follow me now?" I hiss.

"If that what I half to do so we can talk then yes"

"Suit yourself" I told my arms and continue my walk back to my apartment.

About ten to twenty minutes later were at my apartment. Much to my annoyance he let himself in, and won't leave until we talk. I set my bag down walking into the kitchen for a glass of water. Ever since he came along my mouth feels dry and I feel like my bodies on fire. I walk back out and I notice him looking around my apartment. This is the first time he's been in here. He seems so calm and relaxed, like nothings been troubling him. I'm a complete mess and I look terrible.