Room One Hundred and Thirteen (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

Chapter 13

Four Months Later

Dear diary,

It's been four months since I sent that explicit video to Master, Sir, and Alpha, which no doubt turned my Doms off. I keep replaying it in my head. Was it too graphic? Too dominant and not submissive enough? Why else would they have blocked my messages?

Not only have my Doms deserted me, but according to Carla, Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson, who have been working from their overseas office, so I don't even have them to fantasize about while at work. Not that it stops me from dreaming about them every night. But in my dreams, they have morphed into three guys from six.

I close my diary and set it on my desk along with my pen. Carla is out of the office today, so I don't have to worry about getting caught writing in it at work. I cup my hand over my tiny baby bump. That was something I only found out last month when I realized it had been a while since my last period. I'm still not sure how it happened considering I take my birth control pills daily without fail, but one of my Doms actually put a baby in me for real.

"It's okay, little love—mommy is here for you. We'll be just fine all on our own."

"I thought you were hiding something. I didn't realize you were knocked up."

"Carla, what are you doing here? I thought it was your day off." I drop my hand from my stomach and pull my sweater tighter around my body.

"I forgot something." She continues to stare at my belly. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."

"What?" I stand up, unsure I heard her correctly. There's no way she's going to fire a pregnant woman.

"You're pregnant and unmarried. I don't even think you're in a relationship. It's a bad look for the company. I'm sorry, but you're fired."

"That's illegal. You can't fire someone just because they are pregnant."

"You're right, Violet. I can't fire you for that, but I can fire you for your below-standard work."

"What are you talking about? You've never once complained about my work before." I snap, not caring what I say since she has obviously made up her mind.

"Actually, now that I think of it, we need to downsize. And I'm letting you go since Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson left me in charge of all decisions. You know, last one hired, first one fired and all. I hope you know it's not personal."

I hate how she uses Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson's first names as if she has a claim on them or something. But why do I care? It's not like I have a claim on them, either. They were only three guys I saw through the glass and never spoke to.

"Make sure you have your desk cleared out and gone by the end of the day. I'd hate to have security throw you out." Carla's evil laugh rings through the office as she storms into her office.

Knowing it's useless to fight it since I have no way to contact Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson, I clean out my desk of my few possessions, put them in a small box I found in the breakroom, and leave the office for the last time.

"It's okay, baby," I whisper. "Mommy still has the money she saved for a membership at Club Sin. We'll be okay for a couple of months. If not, it might be time to move in with my parents."

As much as I love my parents, the last thing I want to do is dump my problems on them.