Ms. Domme

Chapter Eleven

The tone in his voice scared me.

"You-you do?" His eyes were wide with fear and confusion- and sadness. I took the file from him but left the photo in his hands. I took out a piece of paper and a pen. "Baby?" He didn't tear away from the picture. "Lawrence, baby, I need a name....." My voice was soft. I leaned forward and put a hand on his. He finally looked up. His brow was furrowed.

Law looked back down at the photo. "Wade Goshen." He said quietly. I scribbled it down and tucked it into the folder.

After a moment of silence, Law set the picture down. "I-"

"Baby, you don't have to say anything." I glanced down at my watch. "How about I take an early day and we go home?" Lawrence nodded, a strand of hair falling in front of his face. I took the photo and put it with the rest, the sat the folder down with the other complete files. I took his hand across from me. "Hey." He looked up at me, dark eyes glazed over. "I'll meet you at home, okay?" He nodded again. I brought his limp hand to my lips and gave his knuckles a kiss. "After you, baby. When you're ready." He smiled solemnly and squeezed my hand.

"Okay." After around five minutes, he stood and slowly packed up his things. "I have my key." I nodded and flashed him a small smile.

"See you at home, baby." He came over and gave me a kiss before walking out the door. When I heard it click close, I laid back in my chair and sighed. I never knew this would happen.

It's your fault for letting him in here in the first place.

I mentally scowled at my conscience. There was no way I would have known this. Carmel, Indiana is a large place. And neither one of us was even from here. Lawrence was from the city, Indianapolis. I mean- it's not impossible. But the chances are slim.

Not slim enough, apparently.

I put my paperwork back in the cabinet and locked it. Gathering up my purse and keys, I locked my office door behind me. I could hear Brent, Emma, and Rory murmuring hushed whispers behind me. Not bothering myself with whatever they were talking about, I came over to them.

"I'm clocking out for the day. Emma, you're in charge in my absence, since you're my intern."

"When do you think you'll be back, Doctor?"

I sighed at their peering gazes. "Monday at the latest."

"Things got too exciting with the paper boy, huh, Doctor H?" Brent smarted. I glared at him momentarily, my body stiffened. Noticeably, Emma and Rory glanced at each other. Those two have been around long enough not to bring such things up- many assistants in their time here have since then lost their jobs for prying. They knew better.

"What makes you say that?" Shit, shit, shit.

The blond cracked a smirk. "The lipstick, Doctor."

My eyes hardened. "If you wish to keep your job, Brent, I wouldn't ask me such things again." The blond, blue-eyed man paled.

Emma interrupted the stale situation. "Goodbye, Doctor." I smiled to her. Such a sweetheart.

"Be good, kids. Don't fuck up." As I left the building, I waved goodbye to Bill at the front desk. I wanted to get home as fast as I could but also to give time for Lawrence to be alone. It was important to his grieving process to have time to think. Maybe removing the collar might be a bad idea now. He has been used to having this lifestyle as a crutch when things got hard. Especially when he was going through withdrawal at the rehabilitation center. It was his happy place.