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Chapter 142: I Need To Talk To Someone Chapter 142: I Need To Talk To Someone Angelia

I wondered if Marshall had known that I was his student but I discarded it as soon as I thought of it. No, if he had known, he would have told me. However, what hurts the most was seeing how great he was at pretending we were strangers. As if we had never even met, some part of me understood that he needed to act like this but another part was afraid that if he was this good at pretending, he couldn't possibly have cared as much about me as I cared about him.

My brain was good at overthinking, I was fantastic at imagining the worst and as aware as I was of that, I couldn't stop. I couldn't shut my brain off, I prayed on my own insecurities and dug into them until everything was ripped open. Time ticked too **n slow, every second was a minute and every minute was an hour. I wanted to get out of here, for just a short while, I wanted space to think and to figure out what the hell I was going to do about this. Another dark thought entered my mind. If Marshall and I couldn't be together z what would happen to Riccardo and Kingston? And me? Because they were a package deal and I didn't want them if I couldn't have them all. It would hurt too much, they would only remind me of Marshall and I wouldn't be able to bear it. I didn't think the other would want to exclude marshall either. F***k, only yesterday, it was only yesterday I had been with them. I had woken up in Riccardo's arms and Marshall's arms and made breakfast with Kingston. When he finally ended his class, which he did as fast as he could, I sat there for a moment in a daze. I figured I would wait I wait for the room to empty out so I could talk to him but the girls got to him first. He was surrounded by them as they asked questions about the course, the syllabus and everything in between. Some of the questions might have been genuine but most weren't. It shouldn't have been a shock to me that they were basically throwing themselves at him but it was. At Riccardo's club, everyone had respected our relationship but here, the girls didn't know, they couldn't know. With heavy steps, I exited the room and just as I walked out the door, I looked over my shoulder and made eye contact with him. For a split second there, he let go of his own pain but it was gone again when he shifted his focus back to the girl currently talking. What a mess we had unwittingly gotten ourselves into. The humidity was like a wet slap in my face when I left the building but I was grateful for the fresh air, nevertheless. My first day of school was officially over and it had been even worse than my overactive brain could have imagined. On autopilot, I started walking towards my bus stop but halfway there, I stopped. Being home alone was the last thing I needed right now. I needed to talk, to vent to someone I trusted. I could have waited for him but the longer I stood there, the more I realized I wasn't ready to meet him yet. At some point, I definitely would but not right now.

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Instead, I picked up my phone and dialed Riccardo's number. He knew about both Marshall and

me and our arrangement. If there was someone I could share this with, it would be him but he n't answer and

didn't

and I remembered a again checking the e caller id thinking it was Riccardo.

that he had said he had a couple of meetings today. I briefly considered if I should call Kingston but he and I both know he wasn't a talker and right now, I needed some to talk to. Just then, my phone rang, I answered it before "Angelia," Marshall breathed in relief spring from my eyes.

"..! sorry,

"Where

I didn't know." His voice broke and I could hear the same pain in him that I felt.

t know either." I said, wanting him to know it.

Where are you? We need to talk." Letting out a sigh I nodded.

do but I can't right now. I just.. I am a mess and I can't think clearly." He went silent for a

understand," he

I dried them

the

down my face

and

will call you

will

like he usually called me. My throat ached as I held back the sobs

into it. It wasn't like he

the f*** down, Angelia. Get a grip.' I said

that was so ingrained in me that it was hard to shake off. Indecision kept me in places as I wondered if I should wait for Riccardo to contact me or I should just go to him. I was going to him, I needed to talk to someone and he was one of the few who would not only understand mine and Marshall's situation but maybe he would help me sort out my

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throughts. When I finally reached the club, I had a club, problem. I wasn't dressed by the dress code, I cursed as I stepped towards the bouncers. Luckily, by some miracle they recognized me as a member and let me in. Now, I only had to deal with Adanna, aka the

have patience for this right now and

do, if you have a problem with it then you can take it with my dominants. I am

up

didn't because I was already moving down the stairs. Not taking a second to admire the photos in the hallway, I knocked on the door that led to the dungeon. Someone opened up and I stepped through before hurrying across the floor. The sensual music, sounds of whips thundering through the air and people talking went unnoticed by me. All I could think about was getting to Riccardo. And shit, I slowed down as I got to the stairs that would lead

me.

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