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both my skirt and camisole before I turned back toward the parking lot, hoping I could see what was going on between Garrett and Lord Fyre.
    Two children and their mother arrived swing-side, distracting me from the men in my life. I thanked God they weren’t there a few minutes earlier before turning back to face Lord Fyre and Garrett. Too late, I turned just in time to see Garrett pulling out of the parking lot and Lord Fyre hiking up the small rise to the swings. So much for the tough guy who doesn’t obey rules. I guessed when children were present, he obeyed.
    “Darling, come to me,” he called, his normally smooth accent sounding thicker, more guttural, his hand waving me to meet him halfway. Somehow, I managed to make my legs work and followed him the short distance to his bike. The damp stickiness between my legs sickened me. I am such a slut. Putting on his sunglasses, he was already mounted and expecting me to climb on behind him.
    “Darling?” I demanded.
    “In public, yes…in private, slut, Sophia, or any other name I choose.”
    I used to be such a nice girl, a good girl. “Can I ask a question?”
    “First answer me this, how much weight have you lost?”
    I was sure my whole face frowned, forehead, eyebrows and all, but I answered, shrugging, “Thirty-two pounds.”
    “Jesus,” he swore, demanding, “Since I took you home from Garrett’s the day he threw you out?”
    I shrugged again but answered, “Yes.”
    “You didn’t have half that much to spare. You look like shit.”
    I shook my head, looking at the ground, asphalt more appealing than the judgment I saw in his eyes. I didn’t need this man to tell me I was ugly. His hand lifted my chin and I struggled, losing badly. He wiped the fresh damp track made by a single tear from my cheek and lowered his own head to make eye contact.
    Reading my mind, he promised, “You are still very beautiful, Sophia, I didn’t mean that, but you need food. You need sleep. And I’m going to take a wild guess that you haven’t been getting much of either.”
    I nodded, agreeing. Sleep? What is that? If it was a struggle to sleep before meeting Garrett, post-Garrett I don’t sleep. For a while, at least, I made an effort. Lying, tossing, turning…thinking too much…wanting him to take me back, if only to hurt me. Hurting me would be so much better than ignoring me. At some point, I stopped dressing for bed, stopped crawling under the sheets. Instead, I wrote all night…memories? Memoirs. I didn’t tell Lord Fyre any of this though. I just looked past him to the swings, wondering if he too would make it onto the written page of my life.
    Lord Fyre still held my chin, forcing eye contact. “I am taking you to a place away from here, a place where we can be alone, without memories or distractions that would interfere, but I will not start the process until you’ve gained at least five of what you’ve lost. So plan to eat, plan to sleep. Do not expect pleasure or pain until you’ve gained some weight. Understood?”
    I nodded.
    “Being my slave isn’t a tea party. I’m tough.”
    I never doubted it for a minute.
    Looking over the top of his shades, he prompted, “Ask your question now.”
    “Whose benefit was that show for?”
    “You don’t know?” he asked incredulously.
    “You wanted to prove I would let you touch me, even if he watched, but why?”
    “You’re a smart girl, Sophia, your brain is wired just like mine. No why. Just because. Just as you said,
    to prove you would. Now, kneel before me.”
    Nervously, I looked over my shoulder at the woman and children on the swings to see if they were looking. His fingers bit cruelly into the bite mark on my forearm, his thumb pressing into the spot between the two big bones, but he had my attention. He jerked me around to face him with just the pain radiating through my arm.
    “That hurts,” I cried out, trying to pull away, his fingers biting deeper, until I dropped to the asphalt, my bare