Make Me by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online

Twelve
    After my little speech, it didn’t take long at all for the claws to come out. All I have to do is follow the cameras around and listen.
    “I hate that Barbie bitch! She follows him around like a little puppy. She acts like she is already collared and leashed.”
    “Do you think they hooked up?” the other girl on the balcony quips.
    “Please, it’s evident that they have been fucking around. The way that she follows him around is sickening.”
    “Well, I’ll be damned if I’m following anyone around like that.”
    “That’s because we aren’t ‘subs.’” The girls make sure to whisper it low enough where it won’t be caught on camera.
    I find myself feeling two emotions: anger that these girls are trying to use the BDSM lifestyle to get rich and famous, and jealousy that David has been fucking around with Barbie. No matter how I try to wrap my head around why I feel jealous, I can’t figure it out. If I am going to be honest with myself, I will have to admit that I like this guy more than I care to.
    Both girls continue laughing and whispering, making sure to eye Barbie so that she will be aware she is the victim of their cruelty. I find my heart going out to Barbie even though I do feel jealousy towards her; no one deserves to be mistreated. I will soon find out Barbie is much stronger than I realize.
    “It’s a wrap guys; break for lunch.”
    I have made it through half of the day with no run-ins with David. Now, if I can just make it through the next half…
    I look up from rubbing my temples at my desk to view David entering my office and quietly locking the door behind him.
    Oh shit!
    It is clear by the look on his face that he is pissed.
    He stands in front of me and gently takes one finger, placing it under my chin, and lifting my face up.
    “Look at me.”
    Looking at David in this moment is proving to be very difficult. His stern countenance clearly lets me know that he is very displeased.
    “I understand you have a job to do but I’m not your punk. I don’t give a fuck about fortune or fame. I have my own reasons for being here.”
    With that, he sharply turns and leaves the room. I’m left there wondering why I feel like a five year old child who has just been reprimanded.
    Why do I feel bad about being a bitch out in the studio?
    I’m not the one fucking a different woman every night; he is. All I’m doing is protecting myself from falling prey to a player.
    I was mean about how I approached it when I gave the girls their little pep talk, but I’m pissed David thinks he can have some demanding obsession with me and still fuck whoever he feels like fucking.
    Maybe it’s time for me to move past pep talks and do some dating of my own. I’m a firm believer in actions speak louder than words. Maybe it is time for me to show David I mean business instead of just telling him.
    Maybe he needs a dose of reality. What better way for him to get it than for me to do exactly what he demanded for me not to do? He has no right telling me what to do and I have every intention of letting him know he can’t bark out orders to me. He can save that for one of his subs—I’m not his sub…
     



Chapter Thirteen
    Linda
    I’m sitting on my couch, watching mindless TV and answering an endless sea of e-mails, when I hear the doorbell ring.
    I get up and look through the peephole, shocked to see David standing there. I jerk the door open, “What the fuck, David? What are you doing here?”
    “I’ve come to give you an ultimatum.”
    He continues talking as he pushes his way inside, not giving me a chance to answer.
    “You either take the discipline you so desperately need, or I get my lawyer and find some kind of loophole to get out of this joke of a TV show of yours. In fact, if memory serves me correctly, I specifically remember a clause about fraternization!”
    “David, I am only trying to light a fire under some of the girls.”
    He begins to stalk me, walking towards me until I’m