Chapter 20

**Amanda Hank:**

My cell phone rings when I'm drinking some coffee.

It's 2 in the morning and I haven't been able to sleep for as long as I've been in my apartment.

The only reason for that is the same guy who is calling right now.

I don't answer, I don't feel like listening to it.

I know that I have no right to be this way, much less to feel certain jealousy towards him and the women around him.

I don't remember that we have proposed exclusivity or zero sexual contact with anyone outside of the two of us.

Although that doesn't matter, he didn't even need to fuck those women in front of me and I'm already reacting as if I were his girlfriend.

And that bothers me.

I'm behaving like a capricious girl, one who doesn't know how to share and clings to the idea that other girls will break up andthey will dirty his toys,

I breathe slowly and try to turn my mind off, which doesn't work.So much who wants it.

My cell phone rings again, warning that John is not giving up. With this one he's already done it 5 times.

“Actually, acting this way is very immature.” I say to myself before taking another sip from my cup.

And I'm right, but the capricious part of me refuses to accept it.

There is a mini battle in my brain before answering, however, I ignore it and decide to attend to Mr. “I have many friends.”

I don't speak, I wait for him to do so.

“Amanda, holy cow, where are you? The party is over, where are you?” He says agitated and a little tired, but I don't feel like he's worried because I left his sight 4 hours ago.

That bothers me, since he didn't care in the slightest during the hours that stupid party lasted.

It's as if his voice betrays that he wasn't exactly sitting doing anything and my mind remembers the nightmare I had a few days ago.

My eyebrows furrow, I have no right to say or claim anything.

“Sir, it's late. What do you need?" I ask, saving the questions and complaints I have to ask this man.

"Late? What are you talking about, precious?”

Does he really not realize that he has no right to call me that, especially not right now?

“Sir, are you drunk?”

I hear him laugh but it doesn't make me laugh.

"No, honey." He says, “I'm just calling my pretty submissive so we can go to my apartment. I haven't heard from you since you disappeared into the bathroom. Have you fallen asleep there?”

You would know if you hadn't gone with that woman, you idiot.

“I don't find myself asleep in the bathroom, sir.” I respond, refusing the idea of ​​him noticing my jealousy and anger. “I am at home, I am about to go to my bed.”

“At what point did you leave? I didn't even notice it.” I roll my eyes at this man's statement. “I thought you were with Jazmín.”

My eyebrows furrow again.

Who is Jazmín and why does he think I would be with her?

“Who is Jasmine, sir?” I asked, truly intrigued.

For a few moments, he doesn't say anything and I hear him sigh.

“I’ll be at your apartment in a minute.” Warn before ending the call.

I don't know what the hell just happened but I'm a lot more confused than before.

A few minutes pass and I hear knocking on my door.

Knowing who is waiting for me behind this, I sigh and repress for the first time all night my emotions and thoughts so as not to be a vulnerable girl in front of John Smith.

When I open the door, I see him there.

Looking very well dressed and with a facial expression that makes my entire body shake.

“Good night, submissive. I can pass?" His voice sounds deeper than usual and that makes me panic a little.

I nod my head and deign to open the door wider.

We both went to my kitchen. And as an attempt to create a safe distance, I stand behind the kitchen island and he sits on a stool.

I'm not saying anything, certainly, I've discovered that I don't have much to say to him.

I see him look at me like he wants to read my mind, and when he can't, he speaks.

“Why did you leave the party without me? I ordered you to tell me when you wish to leave.” He says and I feel like I want to hit him with a frying pan. “That deserves a punishment, don't you think, precious?”

Did he really just say that?

Without holding on for long, I laugh out loud in his face and see how his face expresses total confusion.

“Like this, sir? What a shame, because I refuse to have a punishment.” I tell him when my laughter subsides.

“Amanda, you can't refuse punishment. I am the one who gives the orders and you are the one who follows them to the letter and without complaints.” He explains and I want to laugh even more. “I see I have to make things clear to you, you little troublemaker.”

I've had enough. Is he really going to pretend that I'm bad here and that I'm the one who needs correction when he left me a party on my own and left with someone else?

“Sir, I don't want a punishment I don't deserve.”

“It's a shame, because…” I interrupt him before he speaks.

“I'll explain something that bothers me about you, John” I close my eyes and release a little of what's going on in my head “You left me alone at the party, in which you yourself boast that you wouldn't leave me alone and we'll both have a nice time. evening even though we have to abstain because you are my boss and I am only your assistant.” As the words come out of my mouth, I feel more relieved. “I trusted you and agreed to go anyway, and now I'm disappointed in you. Because you left me alone and went with someone else and you didn't even realize until the party was over.” I feel a little angry and I hate him “And now, you come to my apartment to pretend that nothing is happening and act like I deserve punishment, when I didn't do anything wrong. And I hate it, because you're not even caring about me. Just think about yourself.”

And for the first time in the night, I feel a little peace inside me.

I closed my eyes for a moment and almost smiled as I felt free of that weight that was not letting me sleep.

I deigned to look at his face and noticed an abrupt change in him.

“I… Amanda, I…” he begins to speak with his voice somewhat muffled.

“Don't give me any nonsense, John. You didn't even keep any of your promises. You have no excuse.” I tell him a little upset.

“Well, I didn't know. I’m sorry, Amanda.” He says in a loud tone of voice and I raise an eyebrow “I thought…”

“Don't come yelling at me, idiot.” I says as he starts to raise his voice. “Get out of my apartment, I don't want to see you.”

“No, at least let me explain my part to you and at least be on hand for both of us.”

"Your part? Which? The one where you go and fuck someone else instead of being your stupid assistant's companion? I let you know that it is already clear to me, no further explanations are necessary.” I say now yes showing my anger "Go away, I don't want you here."

"What are you taking about? I don't… "

"I don't care, go."

I leave the kitchen straight to the door of my home.

When he sees me, he rolls his eyes and closes the door again.

“No, Amanda, let me explain. Not even.."

“I don't care, I told you, I want you to get out of my apartment.” I open the door again and he closes it again. “Go away now, you have nothing to do here. So get out.”

He, tired of me, cornered me against the same wall where he told me that I deserved a gift and I shouldn't belittle its details.

*Yes, whatever he says, you idiot*.

“Amanda, give me a chance to speak. For the love of God, I want to be clear with you.”

“Let me go, idiot” I ordered him, very upset.

He denies.

“No, listen to me…

“I don't want to listen to you, let me go.”

“Whether you like it or not, you will listen to me. I am your master.”

I smile and my brain remembers my solution when he says that.

“Forbidden, forbidden, forbidden, sir,” I say slowly, knowing that he does not have to complain and mustlet go “Let go of me, I don't want this.”

He lets me go, I see how his eyes betray tiredness.

I thought that after that, he would leave my apartment.

However, I look surprised to see how he knelt before me as if he were a gentleman.

“I'm on my knees in front of my submissive, begging her to let me explain this misunderstanding so we can solve our Master-Submissive problem.” He says and I cover my mouth “can my submissive listen to me and let me explain this damn misunderstanding, please?”

I freeze when we make eye contact.

My heart tightens and my mouth lets out something that I didn't even expect to say tonight.

"Yes... sir. You... can do it."

He smiles slightly.

"That is my girl."