CHAPTER 1: I NEED YOU

Charisse

Four months ago…. 

SMACK! 

Heat stung my butt as his deep voice roared, “TIGHTEN UP, CHARISSE!” 

SMACK!

“Y-yes, Val!” I gripped the damp sheets to muster that last bit of strength and clenched my insides hard, just the way he likes. 

He rammed in, rough and strong. “FUCK, YES!” He thundered in pleasure and smacked my butt again. “LIKE THAT, BABY?!” 

“YES!” I bit the sheets and screamed as hard as he slammed in another one. “I FUCKING LOVE IT, VAL!” 

“Then, squeeze harder!” He smacked my butt two times more as his thrusts got faster. “Where’s my good slut?” 

My body is filled to the brim, shaking with a fierce need. “I’m your good slut…!” 

“Then—.” His huge muscular frame covered my back, and his mouth came next to my ear. “Don’t come until I do, my good slut,” he growled and grabbed my breasts to angle me perfectly. 

And he jammed in a powerful one, deeper.  

“OH FUCK!” I yawped, the pleasure too good. I needed a second—. 

But the slapping of our skins grew fiercer, demanding and choking.

I have to hold it or he won’t come. 

And I will surely die from holding my climax for too long. 

Sweet Jesus… this is the longest he’s made me hold. 

“I love you, Val….” A loud guttural groan of pain and pleasure slipped from my trembling lips.  

“YOU’RE MINE, CHARISSE!” Satisfaction exploded from his throat and he sank his teeth into my shoulder, which was my cue. 

I finally let go and came in a violent convulsion 

“YES! I’M YOURS, VAL!”

******

My limbs were still tingly and sore. 

But the sheets must be changed before he finished his shower, or he’d be upset. Then, he wouldn’t get a good night’s sleep for tomorrow’s work. 

I stuffed the stained linen in the washing machine and returned to the bedroom, and he was stepping out of the bathroom, all damp, hot and sexy. 

And I wanted to go for another round. 

But he stretched out his hand—a cue for his PJs. 

So I placed them on his open palm. 

He removed the towel from his waist and handed it to me. “You’re getting good at changing the sheets, babe.” 

My heart fluttered. “You like it?” 

He buttoned up the last button and grinned one of his dashing grins. “I like it so much, I want to kiss you right now. But you stink of sweat and—.” 

“You.” I beamed proudly, caressing his love juice on the love mark he left on my shoulder. 

I’m the only woman on the face of earth to be covered in Valentin Egoton’s love juice and love bites. 

I’m the special one. Val’s woman. 

“I stink?” He frowned

And I waved frantically. “N-no! That’s not what I meant. I love that I’m covered in your scent, Val! I love everything about you!” 

“Whatever.” He climbed into bed. 

No, we’ve had such beautiful sex, it can’t end like this. 

“Val,” I tried again, “I really don’t mean that you stink. Please, listen—.” 

He yawned and turned off the lights, then pulled up the covers—a sign that he’s done for the night and I should stop whatever it was I’m trying. 

So I mouthed ‘Goodnight’ to that handsome back and tiptoed into the bathroom for my shower. 

I made sure that the water was scalding hot because I needed to be punished. 

Charisse Pax, you’re already 27. 

When will you learn to think mbefore you speak? 

When will you stop hurting Val?

*****

“You can't be doing part time forever,” said the owner of the convenience store.

An old man in a business suit came through the door and I greeted, “Welcome to Chad’s store.” 

He seemed to be on an urgent call but still managed to hear me and give a nod to return the greeting.

As he walked past, I was startled. 

An old man? He’s way younger than Chad, who’s already fifty-two. 

This is what Val warned me about. Having white hair doesn’t make him an old man. Use your brain, Charisse! 

But he’s slightly older than Val. Val’s 28 so he’s probably…thirty-ish? 

“I’ll pay double!” Mr. Chad lowered his voice to beg.

“Come on, Charisse, that missing decimal point you found saved me two hundred bucks! I could really use some of that talent.”

I chuckled dryly. 

Val would disagree. 

I’m just an Omega, what talent do I have? If I took a full time job, I would embarrass myself and, by extension, humiliate Val. 

Besides, I need to be home by 3pm because Val will be home by 5pm, and he’ll need dinner. 

He loves a home-cooked meal, especially beef brisket, so he'll forgive what I said last night. We'll have a good meal then make passionate love to each other after. 

I flashed a firm smile. “My priorities don’t allow that, Mr. Chad. I’ll be happy to check your books when there are no customers. But my working hours stay the same: ten to two.” 

“If you’re such a dutiful housewife, why are you doing part-time anyway?” The man grumbled. 

My cheeks flushed hard. 

I’m not married. 

Not yet because I’ve got a strong feeling that Val’s gonna propose to me on my birthday this year. 

I knew because the other day when I cleaned his study, I found a receipt in the bin for a two-carat diamond ring.  

I beamed delightedly. “So are you taking the offer?” 

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I'll take it. It’s better than nothing.” 

“Then, fifty cents per page.” 

That face looked as though I’m robbing him in broad daylight. 

So I frowned. “You were willing to pay me double, weren’t you? But I’m only asking for the same price of the photocopying service here. And since you only use blue ink to record the numbers, I didn’t charge extra for colour—.” 

A cough of a stifled laughter burst out from behind the snack isle, and I remembered the white haired man from earlier.  

He’s been eavesdropping.  

What a creep.  

“Fine!” Mr. Chad cast me a bitter glare before stalking off in a trail of complaints. 

I reminded him to send the contract for the new arrangement to my email so I could sign it immediately because when Val’s home there'll be no time for anything else. 

A bottle of soda water appeared on the counter and the white-haired guy stood before me. 

Up close, he’s actually quite good looking. Blue eyes, sharp nose, and a chiseled jaw, a deadly combo for any woman. 

Not me. I love a guy who’s full of sunshine like Val. 

This guy’s too… serious. 

“Are you really not available for a full time job?” He asked in a voice much deeper than Val’s, but gentler.  

I scanned his purchase item and said, “Two dollars and thirty cents. Card or cash?” 

“Card.” 

“Do you need a bag?” 

“No,” he answered immediately and added, “I apologise if I’ve offended you. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” 

I was surprised: no one’s ever apologised to me before. Flustered, I murmured, “No harm done.” 

He tapped the top of his mobile on the card reader and then I thanked him for visiting our store. 

The strange man stayed where he was.

His blue eyes deepened to an earnest shade.   

“I need you, Charisse.”