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later.”
    Before Monica could bid him farewell again, he slipped into the main hallway. And locked the door behind him.
    Locked?
    Monica tested the door for herself. Even when she turned the lock on her side of the door, nothing happened. He locked me in here! Heart racing, Monica went to the bathroom door and found it opened with no resistance. The drawing room door, on the other hand, was as stubborn as the main door leading to the hallway.
    Monica sank on the edge of the bed, a terrifying image entering her mind.
    He tied me to the bed and locked me in our room for a whole day. Twenty-four hours. For twenty-four hours Monica was trapped like a prisoner in her own bedroom. What could have been a hot dalliance in power and control had left Monica strained, bruised from her binds, and on the verge of tears because she had never felt so used. And not in the good way.
    Henry didn’t know any of that. In his mind, this was business as usual with a sub.
    Calm down, dumbass. Monica pulled her legs up on the bed, folding them until she was in a meditative position. After a few deep breaths she managed to settle her nerves and remind herself that Henry was not Jackson. He was playing games. They were in a scene. Monica wasn’t confined to a bed for almost twenty-four hours, left to cry in her pillow while her arms hung painfully above her and her bladder screamed for relief. There was nothing fun or pleasurable in that. Maybe some subs got off on that, but the problem was…
    By that point, Monica no longer trusted Jackson.
    The kind of relationship Monica wanted with a Dom could not be achieved without a high level of trust. It wasn’t possible. A sub who couldn’t trust her Dom was one of the lowest things on Earth. Monica swore she would never go back to something like that.
    Breakfast was delivered by a servant about twenty minutes later. That was Monica’s chance to escape if she wanted to. The fact I’m even thinking about it… She once again had to regroup and remind herself that Henry was not Jackson. If anything, he was simply ignorant to the extent of the hell Monica had been through only a year ago.
    So when the servant bowed to her and then stepped out again, Monica did not panic when she heard the door lock again. Nor did she feel ashamed that such a person saw her in a sexy piece of lingerie. Brand new lingerie, insinuating that it had recently been given to her. In a mussed bed, no less.
    Monica was used to nonplussed help. Yet how many women had they seen in a similar position in Master Henry’s suite?
    She ate her breakfast and left the tray sitting on the dresser. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Monica curled back into bed, this time bringing Henry’s pillow to her nose and inhaling as if she would never again have the chance to revel in his scent.
    Such a moment was brought to an end after Monica dozed off and slept for who knew how long. When she awoke, it was to the sound of someone unlocking the bedroom door and helping himself in.
    “You fell asleep?” Henry shut the door behind him. He glanced at the empty breakfast tray and clicked his tongue. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re taking advantage of me.”
    I should tell him. Tell him about that horrible experience she had at the hands of her ex. On the flipside, Monica wanted to see how their scene played out. I still want him after all. Henry, standing straight in his business suit and a clean shave. Monica pined for him like she had pined for him during their time apart. “I’m not, sir. I was sleepy.”
    She pushed herself up and knelt on her legs upon the bed, hands in her lap while Henry stepped forward and looked her up and down. “Well, if you were sleeping, then you didn’t think about what I told you to think about. How can you ask me to forgive your indiscretions if you didn’t even bother?”
    What should I say? On one hand, Monica did not want to displease him. On the other? Discipline was one of her favorite