Letting Go of Us (Anchored Hearts Vol. 3)

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contents inside. Heading back down to
my office, I pulled up iTunes and got to work.
    Her playlist had exposed
me to some bands I’d never heard of before and one was quickly
growing on me. The Airborne Toxic Event had been completely foreign to me and now I
couldn’t stop listening to them. The first thing I did was download
all of their work and turned it up as I grabbed a pad of paper. It
took me moment, but the words started flowing as I spilled my heart
out on paper to her. I wasn’t brave enough to give the love notes
to her, but one day I would be.
    The next afternoon, I was
purposely late to the meeting with Judge Mathis in order to give
him some time with her. After I chased her down in the hallway, I
froze and let her leave again. I had to pace myself. She wasn’t
ready to hear me pour my heart out and I hadn’t been ready either.
I headed back to his office and closed the door.
    He smiled at me knowingly,
“That girl is still head over heels for you.”
    “ I don’t know, she doesn’t
act like it.”
    “ James, you brought her
here to sign separation papers. I wouldn’t expect her to be happy
about it. I’m not sure what your plan is, but I’d execute it soon
before you lose her for good.” I knew he was right. “I’ve learned
in my many years that most women are very forgiving. They just want
to be cherished and wanted. Cassidy is no exception. That girl
wants you to scream it from the rooftops.”
    “ I have some grand
gestures up my sleeve. Don’t worry.”
    “ Alright. Well, here’s the
paperwork. File it or win her back.” I shook his hand knowing I had
absolutely no intention of filing that paperwork and went to leave
his office. “Hurry up before someone tries to snatch her
up.”
    “ Yeah, yeah. Thank
you.”
    I didn’t need any reminders
about Paul and any other suitors who’d come calling when they found
out she was single. Of course, she wasn’t single, she just didn’t
know that. I pushed down the voice that chastised me about playing
with fire. It was a daily struggle to remind myself that I wanted
her, no matter what I’d done or been through, and I was going to
prove I deserved her.
    The next weekend I went to
the club to pass time. I was a silent observer, lurking in the
corners while I watched couples seduce each other on the dance
floor. I recognized some as regulars, knowing they’d end up
downstairs come the end of the night, and others I didn’t. I threw
back the rest of my drink and was headed toward the door when I saw
her walk in with Paul.
    I backed away so that she
wouldn’t see me. Her eyes scanned the room before they lingered
over the door leading down stairs to where her desires awaited her.
My suspicions were correct. I knew her well enough to know why she
was there. It wasn’t for the dancing and drinking. Paul had been
down there with me, but it’d been several years. He didn’t mind a
little group play, some light bondage, but he was no sub and no
Dom. I wondered if she’d opened up to him about her desires, but my
gut told me she hadn’t. She was still discovering them and coming
to terms with it. If she thought he could give her what she craved,
she’d be disappointed.
    I stepped outside and
called Annie to discover that she was downstairs as well. The next
part of my plan was about to be set into motion.

 
    C hapter 6 ~ I mpressive
     
    ~ CASSIDY ~
     
    A couple days after seeing
James and Judge Mathis, I was in my office when Linda told me my
next appointment had arrived. When Linda walked Melissa back I was
mildly annoyed. I’d ignored her calls, knowing it was about the
job. I gave her an A for effort. She was savvy. Apparently, I
couldn’t avoid her any longer.
    “ Linda, close the door.
Thank you.” Linda left, closing the door behind her as I requested.
“Melissa, have a seat.”
    “ Thank you.” She took a
seat and I pushed my work aside and took a sip of my coffee. “Thank
you for seeing me.”
    “ Don’t thank me, yet.”

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