Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

I could probably tell Jade that she’s too good for me. Too sweet. Too smart. Too perfect. But I don’t because I’m afraid if I tell her, then I’ll lose her.

I have no reason to believe Clay would ever pose a threat to me or Jack, but I used to think the same thing about my ex. And nothing is worth putting my son in danger.

“For what it’s worth,” I say, “I’m glad it didn’t work out. I like you better with me.” When I smile, he smiles. “Me too,” he replies. After climbing in my Jeep, the entire drive home is spent thinking about how it took him a second too long to say that. But maybe that’s in my head.

I can’t keep calling Jade over to distract me from the pain of the open wounds I have from another woman.

Yeah you really shouldn’t 🫤

“Good boy,” and something inside me changes. “I like the way you obey me, pet.” And just like that, I want something far more than an orgasm.

I can’t believe he reached out to me. I can’t believe he went behind his girlfriend’s back to do it. Jade might have been out of line last night, but she still seems like a nice person, and she doesn’t deserve this.

No she doesn’t. So all three of y’all sit down and have a fucking conversation!

“Well, I hope you understand why I couldn’t tell you about him.” “And yet, here I am,” he mutters over the rim of his glass. “If you want me to apologize for putting my son first, I won’t.” “I never asked to be first,” he replies spitefully. “You have no idea what we’ve been through, Clay,” I reply angrily. “You’re right. I don’t. Because you wouldn’t tell me, Eden.”

I’m Madame. And I’m Mama. Who am I without those two things?

“There’s nothing wrong with being submissive or selfless, but you have to know your own boundaries before you can expect anyone else to respect them.”

“What about her?” I ask carefully. Jade runs her hands through her hair. It’s normally neatly styled and straight, but tonight, it’s a mess. Her bangs are strewn about her forehead. “I just keep thinking that she’s who you want. She’s who you need.”

Our love had to go somewhere when the fire went out. It just turned into anger.

Did I find it a little strange that he’s suddenly building a relationship with his ex-Domme’s seven-year-old son? Yes. Did I ignore the red flags because I was excited to see her again? Yes, like an idiot. Do I have any room to talk since I’ve been seeing her in private for weeks? Nope.

Yup, let’s just ignore all those read flags!

I’m not trying to manipulate my way into Eden’s life, but it’s becoming more and more obvious to me just how weak the wall she’s kept up is getting.

Oh you’re not? Kinda seems like the opposite, you jackass 😒🙄

“Grab me a Coke from the cooler, Cupcake,” my dad calls from his seat behind the wheel of the boat.

🤦🏼‍♀️ enough already!

“Even when you’re old and married, I’m still going to call you Cupcake.”

😒

“You just walked in the door, and you’re already working.” “Don’t argue,” Jade pleads sweetly. “I was not,” I say to him, feeling heated and frustrated. “I really thought that if we did this outside the club, you’d be different,” he replies, yanking the cork from the bottle with a sense of anger.

wtf? 😠

“Hey, Cupcake, will you take this file to Clay? Just have him sign where it’s tabbed.” “Of course, Daddy,”

Really sick of this “cupcake” bullshit 😒