Trying to be Dominantly Equal [BDSM] {SEQUAL book 2}

Chapter Thirteen : Lets Make Small Talk.

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It's been two day since he made love to me and I can still feel his lips everywhere. I decide to leave him sleeping and make him breakfast in bed.Slowly I untangle myself from his dead like limbs tippy toeing to the bathroom. I glance back at him before closing the door. there are still un answered questions but I'll leave that to the therapist. I know he doesn't want to go, he reminds me every second of the day but what he wants isn't important in this situation.

I take a much needed shower feeling all the ache in my bones wash away. No doubt from all then sex we've been having. He's had nightmares in the last two nights which results to him pining me down and fucking me to his hearts content. I place my hair in a pony tail letting it air dry. I really need a hair cut. Nothing short but just a trim of the edges. Walking out the bathroom I smile watching the naked beast sleeping in our bed. One hand is spayed on his chest while his other arm is placed over his forehead. The sheets lay just below his V line exposing his pubic hair. Walking over I kiss his lips making moan softly. But he still stays asleep. He really is gorgeous. Sharp jaw with model like cheek bones. Soft pink lips and eye lashes that makes me jealous. His stubble is cut clean and his soft jet black hair looks like he's just had rough sex, then again that's how it always looks. Such a messy perfection.

Quickly I run out the room, down the stairs and to the kitchen. I was never a fan of cooking but with this Spanish style kitchen I love it. I pull out eggs and bacon from the fridge. Cracking eggs into the bowl I begin to whisk them. I could put in some music so my awkward dancing doesn't look so bad, but no ones watching so who cares.

Pouring the eggs into to pan I'm happy with the sizzling pop it makes. Before I can get the orange Juice out the fridge the doorbell rings. I roll my eyes turning to fire down so the eggs don't burn. It can't be any later then ten, I wonder whose here to see Nick.

Swinging the door open I'm shocked to find Brodey  in the door way. His blonde brown hair is slicked back and he's wearing a black leather jacket with his hands tucks inside. His v neck shirt exposing his golden skin and light smattering of chest hair.

"What are you doing here?" How does he know where I'm staying? I'm not trying to come off as rude but this is a surprise.

"I needed to talk, I also needed to apologize for the way I acted the last time we were together."  Yea you acted like a dick for no reason.

"Er... Come in" I move aside letting him walk in to the foyer.

"So this is where your living. It's nice, really nice" he whistles checking out the interior.

"Thanks. How did you know I was here?"  Closing the door I lean against it folding my arm tightly over my chest.

"Well after you told me you were getting married to some Nick guy. It just so happen that you guys came up on popular topics on tv. Something about your big white wedding. I looked up the address and came here. Not to mention I finally opened up the wedding invitation and it had to address to RSVP to, I'm coming by the way" he gives me a small weak smile.

"Oh, well...would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No thanks" I nod.

"Well I was just making breakfast. Are you hungry?" He eyes me for a moment before grinning.

"Yea. Who knew, Brooke the chef"