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 outside on the curb, the rain pouring down as my tears fall, I am grateful for the rain, it hides the fact I am crying from the world. A world that is quickly passing me by. The tears are burning down my cheeks as I wonder how I am going to get by, how am I going to even live life anymore? I don’t want to go back, but it seems like right now my only choice is to go back. Go to college they said, go to university, you will find it easier to get a job if you do. Well, here I am at 26, I graduated from university two years ago, and no job, still. Okay, I may have messed up my life and only started college at 18, but I still did it. What do I get told though, at interviews?
"Too experienced, sorry." Sometimes it isn’t even about my experience, sometimes I feel like it is me, like they can see I am living down to the last penny and they say. “Sorry, but not this time" because they can see I am losing in life.
Everyone seems to want someone they can train so that they can start on the lowest pay possible. Some want those who are already known in the company by someone else who works there. Others take one look at me and see I am not rich; I don’t have parents high up who can be an achievement to a company. They look at my cheap suit and decide no as soon as they see me.
So here I am, the bitter tears burning my cheeks, my body shaking from the cold, and I have no idea how I will afford to eat this week, how I will even live.
I laugh to myself thinking maybe now it is time to accept I can't get a job, and just become a hooker, why did I even go to university? The fact is, even becoming a hooker sounds more appealing than going home back to those who made me lie and hate myself.
"Excuse me, are you okay?" My body jumps as I look up and nod in response. The man stands there, holding his umbrella over my body, a gentle look on his face. I try to smile but I can’t, he is looking at me weirdly, maybe because I am sitting on a street that is full of expensive businesses, and I probably right now look homeless.
"You don't look it, everything okay?" He questions me again looking at me and waiting for my response, what's the harm in telling him? Heck, it isn't like I will ever see this guy again.
Here I am Anaya, getting ready to tell a strange, random guy in the street my issues because let's face it, I have no one else to talk to.
"Life, you know how it is. My dad pushed me to go to college and university, even left it in his will, well I did and no job, and two years later, and no job, everyone said no." He doesn’t say anything as I continue.
"I wasted my life going to college then university and for what? Nothing, nothing at all." I feel my anger rise as the tears fall quicker. Anger towards everything and everything right now, the whole world. He stretches out his arm towards me.
"I'm Marcus, look, I need a personal assistant, and usually it is one of my many workers who pick and choose them but not today. If you're willing to come to an interview, I will guarantee you get a yes at the end of it, if you want the job that is." His words are quiet and quick as I laugh, my head shaking at him, I am not a fool. Personal assistant? Yeah right!
"Yeah, sure let's do it. I mean where do you live? Because I am guessing that is the address you will give me for the interview. Maybe a hotel or is that too expensive, possibly a motel that you can pay for just the hour. Sorry, but no." My mind screams at me, there I was thinking about how it doesn’t seem like too bad of an idea to become a hooker and I just shot him straight down.
Maybe I was wrong, and I am not willing to even consider it. I hear him laugh, it slowly getting louder as I look up at him, Passersby’s turning to see. His laugh is amazing, truly amazing. I watch as his hand slips into his pocket as he shakes his head. He pulls out a card on holds it out to me.
"No, by personal assistant I mean someone to help me with personal things yes, but not sex, not in any way at all. I am Marcus Mancini." I take his card. I stay sitting on the floor looking up at him, his name doesn’t stand out. So, no doubt a small firm. I look at his card. Marcus Mancini Enterprises, no indication as to what he actually does though.
I hear my mind now telling me off, I was so quick to assume he was trying to pay me for sex, why the hell would he even consider giving me his business card?
"Sorry, hard few years, I would be very grateful if you would be willing to still give me a chance, even after what I just accused you of." I am a fool, of course, I am, he isn't going to.
"Sure thing, the address is on there, I will see you tomorrow at 10 AM?" Is he questioning me? Surely, he should tell me when I should be there. I can’t afford to question him though; I need this job.
"That is fine thank you." He nods and reaches out again, my hand taking his, as he pulls me up from the puddle, I was sitting in.
"This is for you to read through, it is about the job in more detail." He hands me some papers in an envelope, nodding I take it from him. I should get home and read, so there is nothing I get wrong tomorrow.
"Thank you." I turn to walk away, his hand still grasping mine.
"Take this, you are very wet, and well I would rather if you didn't get wetter walking home." He hands me his umbrella and walks off, my eyes watching him walk and get into a car, not a cheap one either. One I see as being a waste of money.
Okay, I can do this, of course, I can. Walking home I get in and change out of my wet clothes straight away. I hang up his umbrella, I will return it tomorrow. I walk in and sit down. Grabbing the envelope, I look at it. I should read them, so I know what I will be doing as his personal assistant. There could be things in there he will ask me about to check I read it, so that is all I will do tonight.
My hands pull out the papers, ignoring the cover I flip to the second page, my eyes widening at the words “The Brat consents”. I quickly turn back to the first page, my eyes catching the words.
"Brat And Master Contract."
My hands begin placing it down. I hope that is not what he intended to give me. He said personal assistant and the first three words I read in this contract; tell me it is not a personal assistant job form. Surely it was a mistake? I accused him of trying to pay me for sex, surely, he wouldn’t have given me this if he had known?
I can't stop myself though; my hand picks the papers back up as I begin reading more and more of it. Each time I read more I become more nervous and anxious and I should not go to the interview, yet I need the money. It isn’t like this is the first time I have heard some of these things. However, it is the first time I have seen it so in-depth, real and not just like something to play around and test.
Tomorrow is going to end in me having the job, but, I am unsure if I will mention to him that he gave me the wrong papers. I need to sleep, going there and looking worn out, while looking like I am starving and homeless won’t be a good look.
Rolling over, I go to sleep, the words from the contract flying through my mind, my dreams shifting into brief visions relating to his contract. I feel myself turning and unsettled. Waking up I feel far more tired than before I went to sleep. My mind instantly thinks about that contract, why am I so obsessed with it? I try to forget about it, my mind telling me questions he might ask, and how best to answer them.
I get ready and begin the walk to the address on his card, the contract in my bag. Why I brought it I don’t know, but I felt I should have. I am still not sure if I am going to point out he gave me the wrong one or not.
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.
I stand looking at myself in the mirror, glistening silver grown flows over my body, the slit up the side exposes my leg. With Marcus, finding a dress was quick. He picked which I am grateful for because I am not comfortable with the price. I knew the moment we walked in the shop, one or two of each dress at the most, champaign in glasses. I knew the dresses would cost too much, and I felt uneasy choosing knowing he was paying.So, when he walked in picked up the dress and said this is perfect, I looked and agreed, because well I guess I do. The dress is perfect what more can I say? Nothing really can I when that is the truth. The truth though, had I gone alone I wouldn't have even looked at that shop."Thinking hard there aren't you." My body jumps at the sound of his voice as he slowly stalks towards me, his eyes taking in the sight of my body in the gown."Now, I don't like to gloat, but damn I made one hell of a good choice with this." He rubs his hand against my exposed legs, sto
I stand staring at him, what is he doing? Alena looks at us both confused."Would you ever leave Jackson for me, Alena?" She looks at him shocked and shakes her head,"You know full well I would never choose you over Jackson." Her face shows she means it but at the same time she is sad, she has clearly hurt him by saying that."Right, and have you begged me before to come back and get back into the same arrangement as before?" She looks at me, and it is like a lightbulb moment."Yes, and you refused totally, Anaya, you have nothing to worry about, I have lost Marcus and it is something I am learning to live with, and I will never leave Jackson for him." Jackson is simply standing there watching and listening."Here it is Alena, and you, Jackson. From now I will not join you again, ever. If Anaya walks out and leave,s I still won't. The whole point of this was to distance myself, to get my own life and one day walk away, and today is that day."Alena's eyes spark with hurt, then she lo