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I cross my arms, cursing my curiosity. “And what did you come up with?”
He shakes his head. “A bunch of sentimental crap, mostly. And excuses for my judgment. But it’s all meaningless bullshit because even if it worked and everything went back to the way it was, we’d still be living with the fact that I took advantage of your trust and I don’t know how to fix that. No amount of trust falls could ever make up for what I did.”
I look down, biting my cheek to force the tears away. “You might be right,” I say.
“So, I don’t blame you,” he says. “If you tell me to turn around right now and get out of your life, I’ll do it.” He takes a deep breath. “But until you do, I’m gonna beg.”
He drops to his knees, bringing a few swoons from the crowd.
“Ms. Nora Payne, I’m begging you to take me back.”
My cheeks burn red. “You’re begging?”
“Yes.” He holds his hands in prayer. “I’m begging you. Forgive me, please.”
“Clive—”
I take a step back but he follows me on his knees.
“Clive, get up—”
“I’ll do anything to be with you again,” he says. “Just say the word and I’ll do it.”
My brow piques. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
I hold my breath and look around. All eyes are on me. Trix and Melanie. Clive and the staff. Complete strangers have abandoned their meals to see how this plays out. My skin tingles with embarrassment. My heart bleeds for him all over again.
Clive doesn’t even blink. He adores me with those sinfully sweet blue eyes, patiently waiting. And he’ll keep waiting. He’ll beg and plead to me like…
Like a sub.
“Stand up,” I tell him.
He pushes off the floor and stands up tall in front of me.
“Take off your belt.”
His brow furrows in confusion. “My belt?”
“Take off your belt.”
I extend my hand for it.
Clive studies the hard lines on my face before exhaling and doing as I say. He reaches down and tugs it free, quickly sliding it out of his belt loops and laying it in my open palm.
I fold it in half, gripping it tightly. “Lay your palms on the table,” I tell him.
He blinks. “What?”
“Lay your palms on the table, Mr. Snow.”
His expression shifts, losing every bit of confusion and replacing it with subtle shock. He glances around as if to silently remind me of where we are but I know exactly where the fuck we are.
He clears his throat and turns to place his palms on our table. “Ladies,” he says, nodding at Trix and Melanie.
“Don’t talk to them,” I snap. “You’re talking to me right now.”
