Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) Read Free Page A

counter. I grabbed Bo’s breakfast and slowly staggered out of pure fatigue to the outside patio area to feed him. I scanned the apartment and gave Bo praise for taking care of the place. He was an awesome dog. I normally take him to work with me, except on the weekends at the animal clinic and he couldn’t come. I left the patio door open and made my way in to put away the groceries when I saw Bettina. She was already in the kitchen. Bettina was my “live in”, that’s the only way I can describe her. She lived in my apartment. We hated each other and it worked. Some people had a better half, a person that made them want to be better. I had Bettina she made me forget how miserable I was because with her I was always too angry to feel anything other than aggressive and dominant.
    “So you visit with that dog first?” I could tell she was in the mood to fight. Her lip curled when she said “that dog.”
    “Bettina, Bo has to eat. I was only feeding him. Did you take him for a walk while I was at work?” I talked as I put the eggs and milk in the fridge.
    “No, I hate that dog. I wanted a little dog, one I could hold, and you bought me that.” She pointed at Bo. It was true; she wanted a toy poodle and I bought a dog that would protect her when I was gone.
    “Well I’ll have to take him for a walk after breakfast then.” She gave me a foul look.
    “Are you punishing me?” Her voice was snide and I wanted to smack the look off her face. I retreated to the bedroom instead, not acknowledging the way she always made me feel. Normally I would stifle her outburst immediately, but my mental capacity to take on her bitter word was failing, more lately than it ever has. I used to enjoy a little hateful fight that led to a rough fuck, but I didn’t trust my anger lately, my control wasn’t like it used to be. I was growing careless and my focus was lacking. I put on some shorts, a tank top, and my running shoes. I was so fatigued from not eating and lack of sleep that it took me a little longer than normal.
    When I returned to the kitchen, Bettina was over the sink pouring my milk out. My feet took off in a sprint and I grabbed the milk from her hand. “What the fuck, Bettina?”
    “Maybe while you’re out you can stop by the store and get some milk.” She laughed an evil laugh. Her stunts that she pulled were increasing and just like an unruly child if you don’t nip the behavior right away it grows into an ugly beast and that was Bettina lately. Acting out was her specialty but lately it turned spiteful and where it was always mean, it was turning vengeful and wicked. The look in her squinted eyes and her deceitful laugh causing me to break, becoming the animal she craved right before her eyes. Anger was at the forefront now and there was no reasoning with anger. I reached in the junk drawer and pulled out two long zip-ties and a bungee cord. I wrapped her hands together in a hand towel lying next to the sink and zip-tied her hands together around the towel. I moved so fast she didn’t have time to pull away. The sound of the zip-tie tightening soothed my inner Dom causing me to grit my teeth together in pleasure, finally a relief. Nothing was sexier to me than a tied down woman. The control that I craved for everything in my life including this insane woman, took over my body, like a drug and it was welcoming. It was the point I relished the most, my high on life.
    I immediately moved to the dining room and moved the table with my hip. I was in adrenaline overload now. Bettina was still yapping and her voice was making my eyes twitch. She was bitching that I never give her any attention or some shit. I grabbed a chair slipping my hands through the slats in the back and stood on it, never releasing my hold on her hands. She was struggling to get away, but my grip was strong and there was no way in hell she was going to get her way. I removed the hanging chandelier, a fancy decoration, and set it on the ground. I