“What do you know about Viktor’s ex, Misty?” He asks in a rough voice, and my eyes snap wide open.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Not much. I know she used to be a dancer at the club, and that she and Viktor dated.” I never met her, but I know she wasn’t liked by anyone at the club. Ava mentioned her once, saying she was a greedy bitch. I got the feeling she’d rather not talk about her. Other than that, I never bothered to ask about it.
I had no reason to ask.
He nods, and then places his elbows on his knees, as he stares straight ahead. “Misty and Viktor dated for a while, before he brought the contracts up for the girls. She’s the reason why he felt they were needed, because of what she did. His reasons were valid, since it not only protected us from the dancers, but it also benefited them, too.”
I know all about the contract he’s talking about. Before I was hired, Viktor gave me a two-year contract, and in it, was a very detailed list of rules that I had to follow in order to keep my job. “I honestly didn’t care about the contracts, but I knew it mattered more to him. So, I let him do whatever he felt he needed, but the damage had already been done.”
With each word, I notice how raspy his voice becomes. It’s like whatever he’s trying to tell me is difficult to talk about. “Back then, I was reckless, and I didn’t really care about much. I wanted to party and drink.” He takes in a deep breath, and then claims, “I was out of control.”
I scoff of the idea of Sebastian ever being out of control, especially knowing how he is now. As he glances to me, he adds, “Yes, I was young and stupid, and I did a lot of stupid things. This was before I became a Dom.”
“What does this have to do with Misty?”
When he turns away from me, I worry he’s not going to finish his story. Not to mention, he stays silent for so long, I wonder what he’s thinking about. Before I can ask, he starts talking again.
“Misty got pregnant, and then told Viktor the baby was his. He was over the moon about the news, but I knew she was a manipulative bitch.”
His head drops, as he admits, “I kept my mouth shut though, because Viktor was happy. I didn’t want to do anything to mess with my brother’s happiness, so I acted like I was happy, too. The thing is, Misty wasn’t or couldn’t be content with the life she had. Lord only knows why. Vik gave her everything, like money, cars, and clothes. Honestly, whatever she wanted she got. Plus, she was making her own money dancing.”
“He was so blinded by the baby that he overlooked what she was truly doing. She was using him, and I knew it, so I made it clear to her that I wasn’t okay with it. I wanted her to leave the club and my brother alone. She was toxic for him, and I had a feeling Viktor wasn’t her only boyfriend.”
“Turns out, I was right. She had been cheating on Viktor for months, and I confronted her about it. I threatened to tell Viktor, if she didn’t leave, but I should’ve realized Misty wasn’t the type to follow demands.”
My stomach sinks, as my heart begins to race, listening to him talk. God, there is so much agony in his voice, as if just talking about this is causing him tremendous pain. A part of me wants to stop him from finishing, because the last thing I want, is for him to be hurting. However, deep down, I know he needs to get this out. Whatever happened to him has been bothering him for years. It’s been a long time, since Misty worked at the club. So, just how long has he been holding onto this pain?
Trying to give him the space he needs to continue, I stare at the beautiful man beside me, and wonder just what happened to him? What made him become so shut off from the world that he feels the need to question drinks or food he hasn’t personally bought or made himself?
Reaching forward, I place a hand on his arm, as I calmly ask, “What happened to you, Sebastian?”
He doesn’t answer me right away. Instead, he takes in a deep breath, slowly lets it out, and then licks his lips, before he admits, “I don’t remember how I got home that night. I only recall drinking with friends and having a good time.” I sit still as a statue, as he stops to clear his throat. “I don’t remember anyone tying up my hands or feet to my bed. What I vividly know for sure is, when I came to, I was still drunk. I was confused, and my head was fuzzy, so when Misty offered me something to drink, I gulped it down without a thought.”
“Once I finished half the bottle of water, I asked her what she was doing in my apartment, and all she did was smile. That smile made me want to vomit, but nothing would come up. Then, she claimed she was there to make things better, and in my hazy state, I didn’t understand what the fuck she was talking about.”
“Sebastian—”
“No,” he cuts in. “I have to get this out, or you won’t understand.” Even though he isn’t looking at me, I nod, knowing what he’s about to tell me will change everything.
“I tried to get out
