Donovan figured that Delilah had heard about her ex's mishap, but she hadn't said a word to him.

She was smart enough to put two and two together, but Les was smooth and he was in and out of Bucky's quickly.

Donovan briefed the contract one more time and smiled.

Oh, he had so much in store for his precious, innocent little queen.

The weekend was almost upon them and even though both Donovan and Delilah had so much to do, the mental preparation was going to be the hardest thing to accomplish.

He was tempted to call her every second of the day, but refrained. His boys had taken off for their spring break vacations and Melanie was still onto him about his fascination with Delilah.

"Well, I just want you happy," she kept saying, "Settle down, Don. You'd make any woman happy."

But they were divorced so what did he know?

"Where are my kids?" Brett growled as Delilah showed up at the hospital when he was being wheeled out to the parking lot, "Why're you keeping them from me?"

Delilah stared down at the casts on his legs. The culprit had fractured both knee caps and hauled ass before anyone intervened.

"They're at school," she said, sitting on the bench beside him, "They don't want to see you right now, Brett. Can you try to understand something besides your pitiful existence?"

Brett glared at her, "At least I got some great pain meds."

"Well, that should help you not remember anything you do—as usual," Delilah looked around, "Where's Miranda?"

"On her way. Surprised she didn't club me herself."

"Well, have you filed a police report?"

"No, illegal gambling, honey—I can't."

Delilah sighed, "Well, I just wanted to come and see this for myself. Don't try to contact me this weekend—I'll be out of town."

"With that asshole?"

"Are you jealous?"

Brett didn't answer.

"Maybe if you'd stop taking your anger out on people, the world would treat you better."

"What the hell does that mean?" Brett eyed her, "I don't hit Miranda if that's what you're thinking."

Delilah didn't say anything. She allowed Brett to continue.

"We don't even sleep in the same bed," he said, "I got tired of her whining about me wanting to see my kids."

Delilah frowned and looked up at him, "Isaiah,-"

Brett shook his head, "He saw her black eye, but that wasn't from me. I don't need to be told how much of a prick I am and what I did to you, but I haven't laid a hand on her."

"Brett, you could at least stop lying for once in your life."

Brett lowered his gaze, "I don't want to touch her."

"But you had no problems hitting me?"

Brett sighed, "I was blackout drunk with...never mind...none of my excuses can make up for anything. I miss my kids, D. I didn't hit Miranda and I never have."

They watched Miranda pull up in the pick up truck and the two women helped Brett into the passenger side.

Miranda thanked her, but didn't make eye contact.

She watched as they drove away—more confused than ever,

The Red Room.

That's what Donovan called it.

He liked to keep it red because red was a seductive color.

He'd jacked off so much to the thought of every last little thing he was going to do to his woman...

His queen.

Looking around at his Red Room, Donovan always wondered if his future wife would care for it. Would she like what he did to her? Would she want him? Would she like his meatballs?

Christ..

"Donnie..." he shook his head, "I gotta let her go and I haven't even had her here yet!"

He tidied up, rinsing down and washing all of the equipment. All of it was new—all of the stuff he purchased was for Delilah.

All of the bedding was brand new—the satin sheets and fluffy pillows—the robes they'd wear, the lingerie...everything.

All for her.

All for her and SHE was supposed to be the submissive, not him.

Maybe Les was right—his balls were being held on by her like a vice.

When he thought the room was in tip-top shape, Donovan took one last look and headed out.

He'd see her soon.

"I can't believe this is happening.." Delilah said after saying her goodbyes to the kids and heading off to Boston with her girlfriends.

"It's fucking happening!" Laura smiled, "Honey, you've already fucked him so what's the big deal?"

Millie shrugged, "The big deal is this time it's a hundred percent KINK."

Delilah blushed and gazed out the window, watching as Salem became a faint memory in her mind.

"We'll be a few miles down at the hotel," Bridget reminded her, "Just in case you have to escape."

"Who the hell would want to escape Donovan?" Laura laughed, "I wish he'd chosen me."

"Laura..." Millie shook her head.

"What do you mean?" Delilah glanced back at her friend whose face was priceless, "Laura?"

Bridget stifled a giggle, "Babe, he asked for you."

"He what?"

"That night.." Millie began, "That night, Donovan asked if you were available and that he wanted to meet you and have...a session."

Delilah felt her entire body melt.

"It..it wasn't a surprise gift from you guys?"

Laura shook her head, "Why do you think he's paid for it all?"

Delilah didn't know what to say.

Donovan wanted her?

This wasn't something her friends forced onto a dominant? This was..

He was...

He was really attracted to her?

"Changes a lot now, right?" Millie asked as they sped along, only stopping once for a bite to eat, "Maybe he's more than interested in you."

"How so?"

"Like..for more than what he's paying for."

Delilah scoffed, "Oh no...not like that. He doesn't like me like that."

The girls decided to end the conversation there as they entered Boston and made their way to Donovan's posh community where the houses were huge and the lawns were well-manicured.

"Wow...it's like a fairy tale," Delilah said, whimsically.

"And look who's outside waiting for you," Millie winked as Donovan stood next to his car, leaning up against it—his body completely beckoning to Delilah in the most delicious way.

He smiled as they pulled in, helping Delilah out of the car and with her luggage.

"Thank you, ladies," Donovan said, "The hotel is all paid for and I've left a card for gas and other essentials at their front desk. Also, the spa and museum tours are also taken care of monetarily. I so hope you enjoy your stay."

"Christ Almighty, please be my husband.." Bridget teased as the women thanked him and waved to Delilah as they exited the driveway and headed onto their other destination.

"Hi.." Delilah smiled as the two entered the foyer.

"Hello, my queen..."

Delilah put her hand over her mouth, "Oh! Was I supposed to start now?"

Donovan pushed her bags out of the way and lifted her up onto the table in the hall, spreading her thighs so he settle in between them.

"I figured we could start at the beginning and work our way around the house," he said, slipping his finger inside of her mouth, watching in awe as she sucked his digit.

"Do you think you can do that on my cock?"

"Y-yes..." Delilah said, pulling back as Donovan smirked.

"Good girl...such a good fucking girl..." he said, his voice deep and laced with need, "Now, let's make this a weekend we will never forget."