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I
didn't know what else to say. There were so many emotions raging
through me. Anger. Lack of trust. What he was asking of me seemed
ridiculous and impossible.

My
breath hitched as I felt his hand slip on top of mine, drawing it to
his lips for a gentle kiss. His soft blue eyes spoke of purer
intentions that betrayed his sinful request. It was strange to see
him so calm and collected after such a heated conversation.

“
Good
night, honey bee,” Jack whispered as he walked away.

Honey
bee? I thought about the pet nickname for a moment. After not being
able to figure it out, I let my mind drift to more pressing matters,
analyzing our conversation.

Jack
made it sound like this school was really important to our marriage,
and I definitely did want the marriage to work out. But still, BDSM?
The thought that he wanted me to be a slave to him was absolutely
repulsive. This was America, not some third-world country where he
could whip me and beat me and get away with it.

I
decided to go back to my room and try to get some sleep. In the
morning, my mind would be clearer, much better for considering his
indecent proposal. But as before, my brain was too occupied for
sleep, and I lay restless. Within minutes, I was sitting in front of
the computer, researching away.