"You two look amazing together." I nod smiling at Marcus."Thanks, I'm still waiting to wake up, the last five years, just flew by." They did, and we moved into his spare house and settled down there. In 9 months, she was pregnant, and a few months later I proposed."So, we are all still waiting." I nod and laugh."Soon, let her finish the dance with Ethan, then Star will pop the balloon and you will all know, including me." I look at the balloons."There is no indication, trust me I tried looking, but you can't see what colour the confetti is, inside them." I nod and laugh."It will be a boy." I have a girl, so I can hope for a boy. He pats my shoulder and walks off."Happy wedding day Uncle Demitri." I turn and smile at Katy."Thank you, Katy, where is Jacob?" I can't remember seeing him."He is sorting out Jackson." I laugh, why would he be sorting out Jackson?"Oh, baby Jackson, yeah, my bad, that is taking some getting used to." I laugh shaking my head."Barely a baby Demitri, he
It feels like a dream, not real at all, but it is. Standing here, my heart is beating slowly, my breathing perfectly relaxed, and I never thought that would be possible. I look down at the large metal cuffs around my ankles fastened to the wall, my hands tied with the rope above my head. If anyone saw me now, they would think I was here unwillingly; my friends would freak out if they knew I agreed. Marcus Mancini stands before me, his leather chaps slightly open as his hand grips the leather whip and his wicked smile melts my heart, I should have ran, I know I should have. I am falling in love, and even I know Marcus Mancini is not a man you want to love.I never thought a month ago, that walking into that interview room would have the end result of me being here, not at all. He saved me in so many ways, and while I enjoy every aspect of this relationship, I know he will never truly be mine, somewhere, somehow, he will always be hers. A month before...Another rejection, I sit outsi
I look at the building. Mancini is written in large letters on the front. I'm shaking as I prepare myself to go in, yet I don't want to. I know I should, I don't even know what the company is.My mistake, I spent all night reading his contract I didn't consider searching and finding out about the company. What if he asks me what I think of the company?I can’t even answer that. I go to walk in, yet I can't, I need this job even if he has a side of him I don't feel comfortable with. I stand looking at the building, time seems to be passing me by, as I keep glancing at the clock, watching as it moves. I should have been in there twenty minutes ago, I am late.Why I am so afraid to walk in there I don’t know. I laugh slightly, I know why. I have the words of that contract burned into my head and now my mind is playing games with me, telling me that is what he wants.Maybe I should leave? I am late now, so no doubt he will be busy. Giving my head a wobble, I walk through the doors; a youn
Everything costs hundreds, if not more, I can't spend that much. I have no choice though, my hand stops on a silver dress, a long and a trumpet-type of dress, picking it up I don't look at the price.If I do, I know I will just put it back down, so I carry it across the shop, grab shoes and a bag to match, and place them all on the counter as she begins to scan them."Can you not tell me the prices please?" The counter assistant looks at me confused."Please? Honestly, if I know how much it costs, I will put it back." She simply nods."Okay, well, I am not sure what to say, but it needs to be paid for. How will you pay?" I hand her the card and watch as the dress gets paid for, I would never shop here,I rush home and get ready, with barely minutes left to sit. I look around me, realising that he is coming here, sure not inside, but outside, what will he think? It's the worst place in town.I hear the doorbell, grab my jacket and rush down, opening the door he stands there in a suit.
Waking up, I feel the bed moving. Marcus is next to me, his face serious."We should talk." Nodding, I sit up, and he hands me a plate with food."Last night was a mistake. You can't work for me. I can't risk this happening again." There it is, I have officially lost my job before I even start."It is fine, I understand. I will get ready and leave." My body turns to move and get off the bed, his hand grabbing mine and stopping me."Don't, Anaya. You don't understand. I don't usually do what I did last night. You somehow made me forget everything. Hell, I had sex in this bed, I never have sex in my own bed." Turning, I look at him confused."Then where the hell do you have sex?" He shakes his head back at me and rubs his forehead in frustration."Look, let's not get into that either right now. You can work for me, but I will have a call around and see if I can get you a permanent position elsewhere. I can't risk this happening again, not with a worker." Well, I guess for now I am safe
"Anaya." My body stiffens, my hands wiping away the tears as I turn to face Marcus. He shouldn't be here, not at all."What the hell are you doing? You honestly turned down every job I secured for you? Why?" He looks angry, but he shouldn't be."Because I don't want anything from you Marcus, you shouldn't even be here and like it matters now anyway, I am moving back to Gosnold today, that was the life I was meant to live." I turn messing with my bags, any excuse not to look at him."Anaya, just accept one of the jobs, stop being so stubborn, you don't have to go back to a tiny town and work on a checkout for the rest of your life." I laugh at his words; he has no idea."Actually, I am going to be a waiter, not that it has anything to do with you, Marcus. You made it clear that night was a mistake, now can you leave, please, I am waiting for someone to pick me up." My words get louder until I am shouting. What is it with men? He can't have me, but doesn't want me to leave the city? Wel
I need to know about him."Marcus, what about you? You know why I am here, about my family and past, what about you? And why are you so afraid of me?" Okay, I missed out a lot, he smiles softly his hand grabbing mine."I was in the Navy, and I had a wife, we ended badly, my dad left when I was young, and my mum raised me. I inherited money from my father, and my brother hates me."I don't feel he is telling me everything, I wait, and he senses I am, and seems to give in and begin to talk more."I have a son, things were complicated with that. You remind me..No, how I feel reminds me of his mum. That ended badly multiple times, I gave up being safe for her. I ruined her life and my own, you make me want to forget, like before. That is why I am scared because that will end badly."I feel I need to know more, about his son's mum. I sense he loves her, but won't admit it. I read that contract, I know this isn't a relationship, even if my mind tries to make me think it is. We're not a coup
Next, begin to go through things I never tried what I am willing to try and what I won't"Safe word? You need one" He looks at me and waits."Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." I sit and smile, and he shakes his head, clearly not amused by my attitude right now."Seriously, take this seriously." He looks at me clearly wanting a safe word, but this is just too much fun."Super-cali-fragilistic-expiali-docious, maybe I should say it twice?" I say it in a taunting way, slowly. He moves, his hands grabbing me and throwing me over the table, his hand sliding up the inside of my thighs, slowly lifting my skirt to expose my arse."Okay, smartass, now try to say it while I spank this pretty arse of yours, if you manage to say it before five, then you can use it. Oh, and you have to count each spank as well."My mind is telling me I am crazy, but surely I can do it. I scream and jump as the sting of his hand hits."Count," His voice is low, and my mind trying to find the number to say."One.