Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive by Andie Lea Page B

bumps and bruises, but is fine.”
    I hung my head, grateful she didn’t suffer much damage. My eyes focused back to Charlie. “Do you believe he is the reason for everything?”
    He nodded. “I have yet to dig deeper into who is behind all of this, but at this rate, it’s likely Mister Martinez is behind this.” Damn! Shit! Fuck! Of course the bastard had something to do with this.
    * * * *
    By the time Charlie and I arrived at the hospital and made it to Via’s room, a nurse was already giving her the release papers.
    Once she realized I had been standing near the door, the expression on her face changed from relaxed to mad as hell. Shit! She’s pissed at me again. She didn’t speak a word to me until everyone left to give us privacy. Knowing I was in deep doo-doo already, I didn’t make a single sound. Instead, I waited for her to talk first.
    “Is there anything you would like to tell me, Ryan William Rayner?” she hissed.
    Fuck! T he middle name with the folding arms… This cannot be good.
    “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
    “Does the name Jennifer Davis ring a bell, Ryan? Or should I say Master!”
    My eyes wanted to bulge, but I refrained for both of our sakes. “Who told you about her?”
    She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter who told me. All that matters is the fact that you lied to me, Ryan.” She was still shaking her head. “I’m going home, and I suggest you find somewhere else to stay for a few days. I need to clear my head and I do not want you around.”
    Before I opened my mouth, she had breezed past me. What in the hell just happened? Somebody tells my future wife about one little detail in my past and now I am a liar?
    I tried catching up to her, but she and Miss Benson were already out of the building as Charlie led the way. Shit!
    * * * *
    “Honey, I’m home.” I said the moment I stepped inside the apartment I shared with an old law school buddy of mine. Marcus still resided in the apartment.
    He poked his head around the corner. “What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be getting married or something?”
    “A little difficult to do if your fiancée kicks you out of your own house…”
    He pursed his lips together to keep from smiling. “Ouch. That’s harsh bro.”
    I plopped my ass on to the couch. “Tell me about it. She thinks I lied to her. I may not have told her the complete truth about things, but I never lied to her. I love her, Mark.”
    “Give her a day or two to cool off and go talk to her. Explain to her why you didn’t tell her whatever you should have.” He shrugged, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
    “Would you mind if I crashed here?”
    He shook his head. “Nope. My casa is your casa !”
    I forced a smile. “Thanks. Is my room still the same?”
    “Never even touched it. It’s good to have you back man, not under the circumstances, of course.”
    Standing up, I made my way to my old room. “Yeah, sure, I missed you too.” Opening the door, I stepped inside the familiar space.
    I looked around the room and everything was the same, all the way down to my Bob Marley poster.
    Marcus snuck up behind me. “I told you I haven’t touched anything.”
    “So I see,” I replied, nodding in his direction. “Thanks.”
    “Alright, tell me what your deal is. Something else is up besides your woman kicking you out.”
    I took a deep breath in and released it. “She was in an accident. They came into our house and took her, Marcus. She is fine. Pissed at me, but fine. I am pretty certain that I know who did this and I am going to need help in bringing them down.”
    “You know I am here to help in any way I can, but tonight, you need to party with me.” He grinned.
    Marcus dragged my ass out of the room and out of the apartment.
    * * * *
    “This place is great!” he stated, holding the door to the bar.
    I rolled my eyes as we walked in. “You only like it because it’s in walking distance.”
    We sat at the bar and