Chapter 26

In the morning, I woke up earlier than usual but Jay was already gone. He’d left a note stuck to the bathroom mirror,

Had to be somewhere, would love to be looking at what you’re looking at right now.

I plucked the note off the glass and held it to my face, inhaling it for any hint of Jay’s scent.

What did I see? I looked into the mirror, my hair was sticking up and the corset had twisted on my body. The stockings were pushed down my legs and straining at the suspenders. But still, I couldn’t deny what he saw in me.

I wasn’t quite ready to lose the outfit just yet. I straightened the corset and tugged up the stockings. It looked a little silly, with my bits bare, but the ripped panties were dead at my feet.

Without feeling the least bit silly, I went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. As I moved to the fridge, I came face to face with the jeans. They looked stupid, duct taped to my otherwise pretty wall. The gooeyness of the tape was probably ruining the paint.

As the coffee brewed, I picked at the edges with my fingers, worried that the paint would come off with it if I treated it like a Band-Aid.

It took a while, but I sipped my coffee and kept working away at it until the jeans were freed. I held them up in front of me. Denim. Nowhere near as hot as satin corsets. I put them on the counter and made some breakfast.

I set the bowl of cereal and cup of coffee on the table. At first I went to sit in my usual seat, but decided it would be more fun to sit in Jay’s seat. To have my bare pussy against the fabric that had touched him.

I crunched the Special K between my teeth. From this seat, I could see the kitchen. Jay must have sat here, eating with me while trying to keep a straight face at the constant sight of the jeans on the wall.

I put down my spoon, strode into the kitchen and tossed the jeans in the trash. Good riddance.

There was still plenty of time before I had to leave for work. I sat around in my corset a little longer before realizing it was mine. That I could come home from work and put it on again. I removed the stockings and unzipped it.

Once off, I examined it a little more. The label said Agent Provocateur. I’d never heard of them. My fingers skimmed over the label, and along the perfect stitching. Somehow I didn’t think this had been made in a sweatshop.

I couldn’t resist. I knew it was rude when someone gives you a gift, but I had to know. I Googled ‘Agent Provocateur.’ Maybe I would buy another one to surprise him.

Even their website was beautiful, and sexy. Sexy like I wanted Jay back right now. I clicked around until I found my corset. I choked on my coffee.

That couldn’t be right.

The corset was two thousand bucks. Easily more than the cost of Jay’s new car. My brow furrowed in confusion. This couldn’t be right. I found the panties, the panties I’d barely worn before he ripped them off me. Ruined. And they’d cost over three hundred dollars. For almost no fabric. How was that even possible?

It didn’t make any sense. How did Jay have this? Did he steal it? No, that sounded silly. But what possible explanation was there? It was true he always dressed nicely, in expensive-looking stuff, and he wore a flashy watch. But he once said he had all these nice things from before he lost his job.

Now he drove around in a cheap old banger that I was surprised even runs. That made sense to me. That explained the contradiction. Even quail eggs and Champagne fit in. It was possible he had that Champagne sitting around his house. That he never had a reason to drink it until our picnic in the park. And quail eggs. Well, I had no idea what they cost, but they were so tiny it couldn’t be that much. Maybe he was trying to impress me.

But this lingerie. What were the chances he had a brand-new set sitting around, unused, in his home that happened to be my size? None. And what are the chances his last job paid enough money to blow almost three grand on a skimpy outfit? No one had that kind of money. Except maybe movie stars.

The questions kept churning around in my mind as I showered and dressed. I tried to push them down. To not have them hanging over my first full day in my new role. The closer I got to my office, the quieter the questions became.

As I stepped into the elevator of my building I laughed. Not only would I never see Calvin again, I didn’t have to think about my bills. I grinned wide and punched the air. It was a good thing no one else was in the elevator with me, or they would have freaked.