Chapter 53 - 53

"To be honest, Sir, I'm not sure where I stand anymore. I thought I was your sub, yet every time I turn around you have to run off. Then I find out you're sending flowers to Madam Witch. And last but not least, I see you pulling up with her hanging all over you with a shining new ring. Well, all my expectations flew out the window and it became obvious that I WAS sharing you. I'm sorry, Sir. But I just can't be that type of woman. I may be submissive but I'm not an idiot. I want a one-woman man or Dom as the case has turned out."

"What are you talking about?!"He shouted.

"I'm sorry, Sir. But I don't think I can continue with you if I can't trust that I'm the only woman you are dominating. I've never been good at sharing," I tried to joke.

Instead of laughing, I ended up letting out a little sob. I heard the door behind me close and saw Jordan standing there. I turned my back on him unwilling to have yet another man see me cry.

"Listen to me very carefully, little sub. Because if you do not hear me, there will be hell to pay when I get back. Do you understand?"Reed growled in my ear.

"Yes," I whispered.

I was trying hard to ignore the fact that Jordan was wandering around the office leaving me feeling slightly uncomfortable since I was sure this was a conversation best had alone.

"I have not, nor will I ever, cheat on a woman that I've made a commitment to. When I signed that contract that was a major fucking commitment. I know my wife is in the picture right now. But I can assure you it is only temporary and my commitment to her was over a long time ago. Now, it's just paperwork," he insisted.

I felt the clamp ease around my heart slightly as I heard the certainty in his voice. I could not help believing him.

"Promise?"I whispered.

"I'm not used to having my word questioned, Amiliana."He growled.

Wow, I've never had anyone besides my parents use my full name. But it had always sounded like that, a subtle reminder that I was crossing the line, I flushed feeling chastised.

"But seeing as you are new to all of this. I'm going to take it easy on you. I give you my word that you are and will be the only one I want," he swore.

I smiled through my tears as I heard the exasperation in it, and I wished with my whole heart that he was here right now.

"Does that alleviate your worry?"

"Some, Sir," I said honestly.

I heard him curse on the other end.

"Put Jordan on," he growled.

My smile widened as I handed the phone to Jordan feeling a little better that he was just as frustrated as I was. They spoke quietly for a while as I returned to my seat with a tissue and proceeded to at least try to make myself presentable.

"I agree with you, buddy. These subs are going to keep us on our toes. Now I'll see to yours, then see to mine. Hurry home."Jordan said chuckling.

I laughed at how domestic the term ‘hurry home' was, I wondered if he realized he had stolen my line. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I quickly stifled my laugh turning it into a delicate cough. I looked down trying to appear demure, but I couldn't quite keep the smile off my face.

"What's going on, Mia?"Jordan asked.

He came around and grasped my shoulders forcing me to face him, worry for me etched in the lines of his face.

"If it's all the same to you, Sir, I'd rather wait until Reed gets back," I said quietly.

I felt bad for not opening up to him. But I knew this was something that I should talk to Reed about and it didn't seem fair to put so much on his friend. Jordan just sighed and nodded, nevertheless he squeezed my shoulders comfortingly before he walked back around the desk and indicated it was time to get back to the original reason for me being there.

I listed off the usual things, invoices needing to be signed, new orders that had come in, and some disciplinary action for our smaller coffee shops. It made me happy that I was just a secretary, not the CEO or the VP like Jordan here.

I noticed the tightness in his face that seemed to grow deeper with every discussion and decision he was being forced to make. I felt so bad for him, and I began to feel guilty each time I passed something else to him and asked for his thoughts and his signature.

"I'm sorry," I said after we were all done.

"For what?" he asked as he gathered his things into a briefcase.

"For all this getting shoved onto you," I said waving my hand indicating all the papers he was putting away.

"When I agreed to be the VP, I knew I was going to take on a lot of responsibilities and I warned Reed that doing his job was never going to be something I wanted to do, but for something like this I'm glad I was here to help him," he said, although I couldn't tell if he was trying to reassure me or reassure himself.

"Well, if you want some help, let me know, okay?" I said looking at him earnestly.

He gave me a soft smile. "Honestly, it's okay, the only reason today has been so bad is because I'm worried about Lizzie. She was really sick when I left home this morning and I want to go back to her."

I could see the worry in his eyes, and it made me smile. If I hadn't liked Jordan before, I certainly did now.

"I am very relieving to hear how much you love my friend," I said.

I winced at my own stupidity for blurting something like that out, especially when his eyes rounded with shock. I began to pray silently that I had not scared him off.. I would never forgive myself if he left Lizzie.