Training Her Curves - Geneva (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Romance) Read Free Page B

knew and had witnessed things that I didn't think his own brother and sister were aware of.
    When I thought about it too hard, which was more often than I cared to admit, even recently, I felt like the extreme difference between how giving and open he could be with complete strangers versus those closest to him, including me based on our forty plus hours a week around one another, exerted a twisted reverse psychology that had made me love him. Look at Dylan one way and he was a generous, nurturing, loving man -- but most of what I received from him was indifference.
    "Hey..." Riona reached across the table and seized both my hands. I didn't realize until she did so that I had fresh tears streaming down my face. She let go of me, circled the long conference table and sat down next to me, her arms draped around my shoulders.
    "You can't hide how badly you are still soft on him," she whispered in my ear. "You don't have to be hurting like this. But one of you has to make the next move. I promise, Dylan is crazy about you."
    I shook my head. Even if I believed he was crazy about me, why should I think the dynamics of our relationship would ever change. Wasn't the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over and hoping for different results?
    Releasing me, she slid a folder off from one of the many stacks on the table. "Maybe once this whole King thing is finally resolved, he can put Linsey in the grave once and for all. The whole thing changed him, but he'll never admit that."
    "How?" I asked, refusing to meet her gaze while my eyes were still wet with tears.
    "It closed him off emotionally and...changed what he wanted from his submissives." She tried to shrug off giving me a more detailed explanation and went silent for a few seconds. She was just opening her mouth to speak again when Dylan's voice cut her off.
    "Riona doesn't know even half of the whole story."
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    "So tell me," I demanded after Dylan had ordered his sister from the room and for me to stay.
    He had another printout in front of him. His gaze lifted slowly, like a lion sizing up its prey. "You're staying because I'm willing to admit you have a good eye for catching anomalous data."
    "Really?" I argued. "Are you sure it's not because Riona will be filling my head with inaccurate information once I'm with her again?"
    Like, you know, how you supposedly love me...
    He jerked to his feet, causing me to tense. I wasn't sure why I responded like that, other than the sudden action might have startled anyone. I wasn't afraid of Dylan being violent with me. I was, perhaps, a little worried that he would walk out once again, putting me -- us -- almost back at square one.
    He didn't leave, just walked over to a side table, bent down and scooped up his briefcase. "I came back to grab this so I could work in my room..."
    Plopping the soft attache onto the table, he opened it and pulled out his Surface Pro tablet. He powered it up, entered his pin code and tabbed through to a copy of an unsigned, undated report by the Cook County Medical Examiner's office before he handed me the device.
    The file was Linsey King's autopsy report -- one that clearly had never been made public or official because the contents would have been all over the internet.
    Breakfast tried to jump up my throat and spill out of my mouth. The file was only words, but they made me sicker than I had ever felt.
    Vaginal and anal scarring suggestive of long-term abuse.
    Multiple healed fractures of varying age on ribs, both clavicles and femurs, left ulna and mandible.
    "Some of the areas broken," Dylan said, interrupting my reading, "could have only happened during childhood. Tell me, Marjolein, who has the power to hurt a wealthy man's child with impunity?"
    I swallowed down the thick knot that clogged my throat. Dylan suspected Maxwell King had harmed his daughter and I agreed with his logic. I knew abuse existed and could happen at any level in any family, but I had been