Walking out of the studio, I sighed, thankful that Rollar knew I wasn't looking for all that relationship crap. Definitely not. Ever.
I heard the equipment turn on again and she resumed her practice. I walked down the corridor. I heard the phone ring downstairs. Kyle must have answered it before I could get there. I went downstairs.
"Who is it?" I asked him.
"For you," he said, handing it to me.
I frowned as I took it off him; the only person I'd given that number to was Carter, and he would have just rung my mobile.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello, Jaimie," purred the voice on the other end.
I froze. Shit.
"Madelin," I breathed.
"You've not called me that in a long time," she giggled.
"You still want me to call you 'mistress' then? How does 'bitch' sound?"
"I was your dominatrix once upon a time, JJ, remember that."
"You think I've forgotten?" I laughed. "I could never forget," I said with a spiteful tone.
"Oh, you say the sweetest things, darling."
"Don't you dare call me that," I whispered.
"Giving me orders now, are you?" Madelin asked, her voice tinkling slightly.
"How the hell did you get this number?" I demanded.
"You've obviously forgotten that Carter and I were friends once." Well, crap. "Guess you didn't tell him I was your dom."
"Yeah, well, fuck you, Madelin."
"You did. Often," she reminded me, the smile in her voice audible.
"What do you want?" I asked her. "Thinking about getting another sub?"
"Yes, and you fit the bill perfectly," she purred.
"I don't play that way anymore, Maddy."
After a pause, she said, "We'll see," before hanging up. Yeah, the fuck we will.
I put the phone back in its cradle and pulled my mobile out, hitting Carter's speed dial. He answered almost immediately.
"How fucking dare you?" I murmured.
"What?" he asked.
"You gave Madelin my new number," I elaborated quietly, trying not to get angry with him.
"Yeah, and the problem is...? She was our friend in school, J."
"Your friend," I reminded him. "The bitch was my dom for eight months, Carter."
"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry. She ring you?"
"What do you think?"
"Yeah... Oh, Christ, I'm so sorry. She just said that she wanted to get in touch with you again."
"That's one way of putting what she wanted," I mumbled, calming down.
"She wanted you back?"
"Yeah, she did."
"Oh, fuck... Do you want me to talk to her?"
"No, Carter, I do not want you to talk to her. If she finds out I told you, she'll begin to think I'm perfect to be her sub. Again. There is no way in hell I'm going back to that."
He sighed, releasing the breath he'd been holding. "Good, good... That's good."
"I'll let you go. Bye," I said, trying not to think about how relieved he was that I didn't want to go back to all that.
"Bye," he said.
I hung up and put my phone away. I turned around. Only to see Kyle standing a couple of feet away. He must have heard the whole conversation. The look on his face confirmed that. I didn't say anything as I walked past him up to my room.