The Sassy Submissive

Ch. 12 - Master Adam Can't Keep His Hands Off Angel

So she had a close guy friend she had been sexually attracted to in the past. Who was staying with her for the next two weeks.

He was pretty sure he believed Leigh when she'd told him nothing had actually ever happened between Angel and Mike. He was less sure he believed the heavy sexual tension between them completely melted away when either of them was in a relationship with someone else.

What it really came down to was trust.

As did so many other things. How much could he trust Angel? Well he couldn't really know without getting to know her better. So he'd started that last night, although he'd never gotten around to asking her if she'd want to do another scene with him at some point. Or apologizing. After "Pretty Boy" had shown up, he hadn't been entirely sure he wanted to jump right into doing that.

But he'd really liked talking to her. It had also helped that Michael had spent more time getting to know the others in the group than he had catching up with Angel. Adam hated to think the other Dom had picked up on the wave of jealousy that had engulfed him when he'd seen how easily Michael and Angel were physically affectionate with each other, but he was pretty sure the other man had caught his glare and that's why he'd finally moved away from her.

Someone who was really interested in Angel wouldn't do that, would he?

Angel hadn't seemed upset Michael wasn't spending any time with her. Then again, he was staying with her, so would she be? And could Adam really be sure she wasn't just acting like she wasn't upset?

The discordant sounds of his guitar strings as his fingers hit the wrong chord for the umpteenth time made him grit his teeth. He just couldn't get it together today, couldn't find peace of mind even in music and he knew exactly why. The woman had him all out of sorts, because for the first time in years he didn't know exactly what to do about a situation.

Every time he made a decision, something would happen and he would be forced to reevaluate.

His pocket began to vibrate and Nat King Cole started to sing to him. Although he didn't really feel like talking, at least he knew his mother would distract him from his current chaotic thoughts. Hell, she'd probably give him some new chaotic ones.

"Hey mom."

"Hi honey! You picked up! How are you?" The surprise and pleasure in her voice that he hadn't let the call go to voicemail made him feel a little ashamed. While they talked on the phone on a pretty regular basis, it was always when he called her. He rarely picked up when she called. Having been so recently confronted with his issues, he wondered if it was really a control thing with him or just an emotional lashing out about keeping his relationship with her completely on his terms.

"I'm good. How are you?" With anyone else he would have just asked why they were calling, but he knew it would hurt his mom's feelings. Especially with her all the way across the ocean, he tried to follow the social niceties which made her feel like he wasn't giving her the brush off. She'd gotten enough of that from his dad while they were still married. Not that she'd complained, which was the other part of the problem, but it didn't mean she didn't feel it.

"Oh I'm wonderful, Samuel and I just got home from the river cruise we went on, which was marvelous. We'd been a little worried because we heard sometimes all you can see from the boat is the trash in the river, but there wasn't anything like that on our cruise..." And she was off and running, not requiring anything more from him than a few non-committal responses. He could hear the joy in her voice as she described the various activities and excursions she and Samuel had indulged in on their cruise.