Dominant

Chapter 21

I slowly open the door to Mark's room, stepping into the hall. The perfect day to walk around in Mark's shirt and boxers. I softly close the door and smile, he said it. He finally said it. I walk into the kitchen to see Richard sitting at the table, hunched over with a glass of tea sitting steaming in front of him.

"Richard? Hey man! I am gonna stay.." Richard slowly turns around, his face is bright red with tears falling down his face and off his chin.

"He said it... He never said he loved me... He used me! I begged for him to say it. But he just poured himself out to you! WHAT DO YOU HAVE THAT I DON'T, HUH?" He yells, his voice raspy as he flies up from his seat. "WHY DIDN'T HE EVER LOVE ME?!"

I back away from Richard as he bursts into hysterical tears, I end up backing into Mark, who gently caresses my shoulders and guides me behind him. He walks forward, looking Richard up and down as Richard looks at him. Fear coats Richard's face as he quickly kneels down to his knees, his head falling in submission.

"No... no no no." Mark whispers softly. "Please. Get up. Take a walk through the garden. Calm yourself. Then we may forget this encounter. I don't want to fire you, Richard." He warns quietly. "Now go."

Richard hurries off, sobbing into his hands as I look to Mark. "What the fuck, Mark?"

His face remains stern. "Don't talk to me like that."

"Don't tell me what to do like I'm some slave." I say back, my eyes squinting in disbelief. "What has gotten into you?" I go to walk around him and follow Richard but I am stopped by Mark slamming me against the counter.

"May I remind you I don't take shit from anyone? Especially not from you. Just because I admitted one thing to you doesn't mean I am gonna change who I am for you." I push Mark back, feeling my eyes pool with tears as his whole body tenses up.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

I watch him gently pull my phone from his pocket and open it.

"I was... You know, thinking last night. You said you were gonna leave. And I just couldn't help staying up and thinking where on earth you were gonna go if you left. So mid-thought, you got a phone call in the middle of the night. Naturally, I answered it for you. And uh. It was from Mr. Taylor. Saying he got your message. And he was sorry that he didn't see it fast. That he was on his way. I told him that wouldn't be necessary. That you were okay and asleep. So then... I went through your messages... Do you think?... That I'm STUPID!" He yells, gripping my phone tightly.

"What are you talking about!" I say tearing up.

"How nice was fucking him, huh? Was it bigger? I bet I was the last thing on your mind while he was balls deep in you, huh, Ryland?"

I slap his cheek, causing him to grunt in distaste. "How DARE you accuse me of such a thing! I didn't love him! And I sure as hell didn't sleep with him!"

"Prove it... Call him and tell him you never wanna hear from him again." Mark says, holding my phone in my face.

"I'm not gonna do that! He is my friend! You don't own me!"

Mark slams the phone violently on the floor, it shatters and breaks into pieces that now scatter the ground. I feel myself losing the breath in my lungs. He looks to me, his stare is cold and empty.

"You... Are just a slut. Another notch in my belt. You are no different from Richard or any of my other fuck partner servants. Not to mention the women I have plowed on my desk with you right around the corner in your uniform dusting away without a care or inkling to my actions. Now... You can use the landline to call your little fuck buddy, and get out of my house."

I lick my lips before biting down on my lip, holding back an outburst of hysterical crying. "Well... Glad to know what you finally think about me." I hurry past him and upstairs, grabbing the phone from off the walls and dialing Donivan's number. After a few rings, he answers.

"Hello? Ryland? Is that you?" He says quickly.

I sniff and feel my throat tighten with fear. "I-I shouldn't call you. After what I did to you. I don't deserve to talk to you. Mark, he um... He kicked me out. I don't wanna talk about why. I just wanna go, please. Can I stay with you? Just... I don't wanna bug my mom. She has to watch over my dog and work and I just... I don't wanna tell her everything that..."

"Say no more. I'm on my way. You are welcome here as long as you like."