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house and sat my suitcase at the bottom of
the staircase. I looked around and despite Liam telling me he had done some
redecorating, everything looked the same to me. Gerald, Rosa and Sophia rounded
the corner and I was quickly engulfed in a hug from Rosa. She was going on and
on about something in Spanish and of course I couldn’t understand her. Gerald
patted my back and told me how great it was to have me back, reminded Rosa I
couldn’t understand her, and then went out to get the rest of my things. Sophia
took out a stack of pictures of her daughter.
    “Alright everyone, let’s not overwhelm her in the first five
minutes, give her some time to adjust to the time zone again, will you?” Liam
said as he helped Gerald with my suitcases. He nodded his head toward the
staircase and I started up.
    We had continued our little game of him being a Dominant,
slave owning, bastard and me being a mouthy, defiant, little slave in the hotel
and all day Sunday while we ate brunch, shopped for new clothes for me and had
dinner at the Stackhouse’s. He even had the nerve to pleasure me with his hand
at the dinner table while talking to Mr. Stackhouse about stock options. I, of
course paid him back with a hand job in the bathroom after dessert. We had talked
very little except for when we were telling each other off. We both had so much
pent up aggression and sexual frustration that the game and not talking about
anything really worked for both of us. But now we were home. Now we were home
and life was going to resume. We needed to discuss how that life was going to
be and what he expected from me. It was early evening but we were both
exhausted.
    I unpacked a few things and took in his redecorated bedroom
while he talked business in his study.
    The room was now a deep gold color with colorful Indian
furniture. The bed was still huge and had four posts, but was now a deep brick
red color. His night stands were dark blue and looked faded, each with a
slightly different carving in the front. His new armoire was a faded sage green
with gold handles. My dresser, or what I assumed would now be my dresser, was
the dark Moroccan blue color I loved so much in the other room. Over the
headboard hung a huge mirror with a handcrafted gold frame and the walls were
decorated in colorful modern paintings. I heard the door open and turned to see
his face and was shocked by the art hanging near the door frame. Instead of
looking in his eyes, I walked to the wall and covered my mouth with my hand.
There in middle of the wall was the picture of me from the banquet. I was
standing alone, arms at my sides looking off to the side. There was a slight
shadow but you could still see my face. All around the picture were more
pictures of me and of us.
    Pictures from Tiffany’s wedding, the dinner banquet and the
charity dinner, even a few from the hospital. I looked over at him wanting him
to say something. As if he could read my mind he spoke.
    “Do you like what I have done with the place?” I nodded my
head. “I had these blown up and framed in hopes that you would be returning
with me.” He pointed at the wall with my pictures. “I can move them to another
room if you think it is too creepy in here.” He took a sip of his drink and
walked toward the bed.
    “No, I love it.” I stood there not able to take my eyes
away.
    “I’m going to go take a shower.” I heard the bathroom door
shut but still didn’t move. When he came out a little while later I had moved
from where I was standing back to my suitcase and was unpacking again. He
walked around the room and sat on his side of the bed. He was wearing his long
pajama pants without a shirt, and looked very sexy as usual. I grabbed a few
things and went to the shower.
    After all our assertiveness in Houston… now it was like we
barely knew each other again. He was back to the man that just wanted me to be
with him, and I was back to not knowing how to act around him.
    I walked out of the bathroom