Chapter 11

That evening, when Natasha went to her dorm, she resumed working on a translation job she had gotten in the weekend. Her deadline was Saturday night, so she still had plenty of time but she wanted to go out on Friday.

That was the most important advantage she had working as a freelance translator on internet. She could choose her own hours, and charge her own price.

When it was about 10 pm, her cell phone lit up from where it sat next to her laptop.

"Thinking about me?" She read.

She smiled without even meaning to. If Daniel cared enough to send a text, it meant that he didn't think of her as a mere submissive. Wishful thinking? Perhaps. But a girl could always dream.

"You wish," she replied cheekily.

"I do. But what I actually wish for right now is having my cock inside you once more," was his bold response.

"Haven't had enough, huh?"

She was playing with fire, she knew it. But she liked it. Maybe she'd cross a line and get punished the next time he decides to fuck her silly. A girl could only hope.

"Taking you once is definitely not enough," he admitted.

"Guess what? I haven't had enough either," she typed back, wondered whether she should be admitting that, and then recklessly pressed send, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

"Do you have plans for Sunday?" Was his reply.

"Not at the moment," she responded, a big smile already adorning her face.

"Great. I'll pick you up at 10 am."

He wasn't asking her if that was okay with her or not, he was just informing her that he would be picking her up at 10 am.

She bit on her lower lip in anticipation already. The man was born to dominate, and she had to admit she liked it.

Seconds after the last message, another arrived, "Wear a dress, and no underwear."

And all she could reply was a simple, "Sounds like fun, sir."

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The next morning, just as Natasha got out of the shower, she heard a knock on the door. Her roommate opened the door, only to call out for her, loudly, as she always did.

"Yes?" Natasha stuck her head out of the door, expecting to see Amanda or someone she knew.

What she found instead was a bouquet of flowers laying on the floor.

"It could be yours, you know," she told Heather in a serious tone.

"My boyfriend isn't the romantic type," her roommate deadpanned while returning to her bed so as to tidy it up.

Natasha hastily picked up the bouquet before closing the door, fearing she might be seen in only a towel.

Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, and her hands trembled and even became moist at the mere thought that it might be from Daniel.

But then again, the flowers looked kind of cheap. Could he have such a bad taste?

"Hope we could make up. Meet me at Starbucks at 6 pm?" She read, and felt as if she had just been drenched in cold water.

Her heartbeat stopped racing and her hands stilled instantly.

The flowers were not from the Davidson brother she was hoping them to be.

She threw them on her bed, together with the card, and then started putting on her clothes for the day.

She couldn't help muttering, "Who does he think he is, asking me out like that as if nothing happened?"

At least this one asks you out instead of ordering you to meet up, her brain retorted acidly.

But Daniel's so good at what he does that I don't mind being his sub at all, was the sex-crazed part's input.

When she finished preparing herself, she looked at her watch. She had more than enough time to get breakfast before heading for college.

On her way out, she retrieved her phone from her purse and called her ex-boyfriend.

"Hey you," was his enthusiastic greeting, "I was hoping you'd call."

"Not sure you'be been hoping to hear what I have to say though," she let out icily.

"I'm all ears," came his undisturbed response.

"I do not want to meet up with you, not in Starbucks or elsewhere," she told him matter-of-factly.

"But…"

"What part of we are over did you not understand?" Anger made her sarcastic at times. And it looked like it was one of those times.

"I thought you just needed space," was the sheepish reply she got.

"Well, you thought wrong," she clicked her tongue, "I want nothing to do with you. Try not to contact me again. Have a nice day."

And with that, she ended the call, before he had the time to come up with a foolish excuse that would only result in his digging his own grave even deeper.

"I hope he got the message this time around," she told herself as she reached her destination.

"Talking to yourself now?" She heard Amanda giggle from behind her.

"The douche bag makes me wanna go mad," she began on a sigh, "Don't even get me started!"

"Forget about him," was her sweet friend's suggestion.

"Already did," Natasha replied with a wink.