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Phoebe Scott stood in the living room of the expensive mansion she’d become familiar with. Today was going to determine the fate of her future with Trevor Maddox. She checked the time for the umpteenth time, wondering if he would show up. He doesn't like her coming without notice.

She'd been in a relationship with him for the past four years. Although it was clearly stated in the contract she’d signed that she was needed for sex, which she had agreed to as she was in desperate need of money, it wasn't the case anymore.

“What if he doesn't come?” she soliloquized, anxiety gripping her in a tight embrace. Her feet found their way to the wine collection rack where she poured herself a drink from one of the many bottles sitting there. She took a big gulp as she closed her eyes, savoring the sweet taste of the wine on her tongue. She wouldn't be enjoying such luxury if she hadn't met him. If she hadn't agreed to be his sex toy, she would probably still be in the streets finding the money to pay her father's huge heart surgery bills, their house rents, and even money for feeding. She owed Trevor her life, literally.

Their first meeting happened to be the day her landlord kicked her out of the house, paying deaf ears to her helpless pleas. Trevor had been her prince in shining garments as he helped her pick her stuff up before driving her to this mansion which was his private property. After making her feel at home and she’d sobered up a bit, he asked about her story and after she was done with explaining her life ordeals, brought up an offer which she grabbed with both hands. “It was just for a year,” she had thought. “And he was a good-looking fellow. So without giving it any more thought, she scribbled her signature on the document.

And Trevor never gave her any reason to regret her decision all through those years. He paid her father's hospital bills and also bought her a three-bedroom apartment.

Since then, Phoebe became his secret slut, with them meeting at his secret mansion twice every week to have sex. She knew nothing about him other than the fact that he seemed to be from a rich background and was keeping her a secret. She never bothered anyway, as it was entirely business, and if the truth must be told, enjoyed every bit of the activity. Whenever they were in the heat of the moment, she felt like she was in heaven, with each deep thrust of Trevor sending waves of pleasurable sensations through her. He wasn't rough in bed and in fact, took his time to cherish every part of her body like she was the most expensive asset in his possession. It felt more like lovemaking than it was a hook-up.

“I shouldn't have told him that over the phone,” Phoebe mumbled to herself. Just then she heard footsteps and instinctively, while thanking her stars that he'd showed up, walked in calculated steps towards the door. On the very first knock, she opened the door and was graced with the magnificent figure of him, looking as handsome and well-put-together as he’d always been. She hadn't noticed that it had been raining outside, if not for the few patches of water she saw on his suit. The look in his eyes was evidence of his foul mood and it made Phoebe involuntarily swallow saliva. Shifting to the side, she let him in as she braced up for what was to come.

Phoebe shut the door behind him and walked with him into the living room. Trevor removed his suit jacket and threw it on the arm of one of the chairs. He did the same with his white T-shirt which made Phoebe avert her gaze. Even though she’d seen him naked a couple of times, she still felt shy when he casually did stuff like that. A hand pulled at her chin and soon her eyes were locked with the brown ones of Trevor.

“What's up with the message?”

Phoebe was taken aback by the tone of his voice which was a big contrast to the look he had on. She knew he was just trying to be cool. She opened her mouth to say something but her words betrayed her, a low sigh coming out in its place.

Trevor's facial expressions softened as he watched her display, his initial anger dispersing into thin air. Without hesitation, he sealed his lips to hers. Since he’d risked coming here, without prior notice, why let the day go to waste? He was pissed with how she'd summoned him to meet her today for something urgent but now he didn't even care to know what it was. He couldn't deny that this woman was irresistible, the exact reason he had offered her the contract in the first place. He wasn't the type to give conditions before helping one in need, but the way her long and full lashes had fluttered in tears, with her lips trembling and her petite figure looking so calm, awakened a once limp member between his thighs. He always fancied having a sweetheart for the sole purpose of sex and has had a few in the past, but has never imposed the decision on anybody but Phoebe was different. Destiny threw her at his feet and he took it as a golden opportunity to strike his deal.

She didn't return the kiss but it only urged him on as he deepened it, his huge hands circling her tiny waist. She moaned into his mouth but it did nothing more than fuel his already aroused self. Another light moan fell out of her lips and it made him smile into the kiss. They kissed for some time, their tongues battling like two wrestlers, for one that would dominate the other. With his lips still entwined with hers, he led her to the bedroom and soon they were a foot away from the king-sized bed. He made to remove the strings of her silk gown that exposed a fair amount of her breast when her hand held his in place.

“Le_Let’s talk first, Trevor.” Her voice broke the silence of the room. There was a hint of uncertainty and urgency laced to it.