Chapter Two: Compensation

Alina

I didn’t have much on my body. Just a snug crop top without a bra, a flirty mini skirt, a g-string panties, my wristwatch glinting in the light, and brown socks that added warmth to my feet.

As I lay on his bed, I felt like a juicy piece of steak, just waiting to be savored. My heart raced, and with every passing second, my anticipation grew. When he finally joined me on the bed, I struggled to regulate my breathing. He needed to feel relaxed and I had to make sure of that.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he unbuttoned my skirt with his teeth, his beard tickling my thighs in the process. In the same motion, he tugged off my crop top.

When that happened, I became a little shy as my breasts were out there, with nipples standing still due to excitement.

I had anticipated he'd suck them but before that, I complained about my unease.

"I'm not comfortable with the light, sir..." I stammered, fear taking a hold on me, making it hard to even say his name properly.

My thoughts raced, replaying the image of the money he'd flashed earlier. If I could just get my hands on more of that, I could finally escape my miserable life.

I'd move out of that cramped house, rent a spacious house, and order for new set of clothes, living the life I'd always dreamed of. A life my ex-lover would never have given me.

He climbed on top of me naked without virtually releasing his weight on my body. "If I proposed to you, would you accept my proposal?"

His member constantly brushed against my thighs, but I remained calm, struggling to take my mind off the sensation. "Will you?" He pressed.

I nodded, "Yes." I replied. What else was I supposed to say? 'No?' Hell no! However, the 'yes' seemed forced and before I knew what was happening, he was already borrowing my mouth with a kiss like a famished lion. If I survived this session, I knew I would survive staying married to him.

"Hmmm..." I moaned throatily as I felt his lips encircling my right nipple in a haste. I wasn't expecting that speed. It felt as though he'd been starved of intimacy and he just wanted to split me into two halves, then devour me.

My two hands were pinned down to the bed with his hands. My body was tensed but held down in a single position with the weight of his body. He was completely in charge of all my members at the moment.

I didn't want him to hear me moaning. I was worried about him knowing that I equally enjoyed the things he did to my body.

To my greatest surprise, he took a sudden break and stared at my neck with a great intensity. It seemed as though he was struggling with an urge I couldn't decipher. "Good night, Alina. I'll pass the night in the guest bedroom, please."

The moment his cold lips landed on my left cheek, my body tingled from the sensation. I almost reached out to grab him to my self.

I wanted him badly. How did he suddenly lost interest after turning me on? Was I not attractive enough for him?

Afterward, he strolled out of the room lazily. No, he didn't look behind him.

I felt messy, lying there naked but untouched. I could be likened to a soured food thrown into a bin. Unwanted, rejected. Damn!

I clasped my hand around my lips, while my middle finger found its way down the hole between my legs, fucking it until I felt my body shudder.

I passed out much later.

At dawn, I woke up to the stranger, bending over to call my name.

"Alina... Alina. Good morning, Alina."

"About last night," he began, not gathering the guts to look in my face. "I'm sorry." He finished , reaching out to grab my arm. "I couldn't be here with you."

I wanted to ask him why, but rather, I shot a cruel stare at him, "Don't you dare lay a finger on me." I firmly instructed him.

Sighing, he turned around and withdrew bundles of bank notes from his drawer. "Here's five thousand dollars, a compensation." He put them to my face. "Call your account details and I'll make an additional payment to your bank directly."

What? Did he mean it? He didn't even touch me. "For me?" I asked to be sure.

He nodded, "Of course, everything is yours. Here's my business card too. Call me if you need anything."

After I'd given him my account details, I was notified of a payment of $10, 000 sent to my bank account.

I wanted to jump on him and give him a good hug, perhaps kisses too. But, it didn't seem like he would want me to do those. Looked too serious, too focused, and didn't wear a smile. "Thank you. I'm grateful."

He squinted, grazed my body with his eyes before they landed on the drapes.

I imagined he was probably expecting a more befitting reaction to prove that I was indeed grateful. Maybe he would have been pleased if I'd jumped on him.

"Welcome," he said and I met his gaze once again. Such succulent lips! A pair of amber eyes that stayed transfixed in their sockets. His features were too beautiful to behold.

"Good bye," I said. A light nod accompanied his, "goodbye Alina."

Turning on my heel, I rushed down the stairs in haste, fearing that he might possibly change his mind and call me back.

When I reached the landing on the first floor, a man in an Italian suit emerged with a cunning smile. "Please ma'am, Sir instructed me to drop you off."

"Sir? Which Sir?"

"Sir Spencer," he replied.

I thought of something briefly before I shook my head. "Don't bother, Dear. I can handle myself."

"I insist," he said, blocking my way. I was a bit puzzled and he was moved by my reaction.

He apologetically lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry about that. I have two babymamas and two sons. I might not find a better job if I lose this one. I beg you to reconsider."

He said pitifully and I could no longer resist. I tipped my head, "Okay, let's go. Saint Anne's Street."

I could bet I saw him grin then recomposed himself. "Thank you very much," he said and gestured to the car, a Benz.

The ride home was quiet, but often, I caught the chauffeur's eyes observing me through the sideview mirror. Initially, I thought it was only a coincidence, until he made a comment the moment I got off.

"Bye, ma'am. Perhaps, Sir Spencer will pay you a visit tomorrow or the day after." He said, before pressing on the accelerator.