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"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? Well, it is happening. I am not working for someone because he asked them to let me. Not a chance.

"I will leave when you see sense; you can't just run away and admit defeat, you need to keep fighting." I turn to face him, hearing his words. I walk past him to the door and rip the note off it and throw it at him.

"Admitting defeat, is that what you think I am doing? Take a look. I am officially evicted, I stayed well past my welcome. The 'keep fighting' sentence, I have been here for years fighting living on what little money my dad left me. Which, let's be honest, ran out three months ago. You know when I should have left, but no, I stayed and kept fighting and maxed my overdraft with no way of paying it back. I have basically been starving myself to try and succeed, and when I finally found a job, I fucked the boss and lost it the same day."

He looks at me shocked. Okay, my outburst maybe was too much, but he has no right to come in here and tell me what I should or should not be doing.

"Just take a job Anaya and stay." He looks at me, and I shake my head.

"No." Does he really think I will?

"You would rather fail than take a job I guaranteed you could have? Just accept one of the jobs. God damn it, Anaya, stop being stubborn and a brat."

A laugh escapes my mouth hearing his words.

"No, and sorry, but you can't control me as much as you might like controlling your brats." His eyes spark with interest. Hell, he looks hot right now, just like that night, and all I can do is think about kissing him. I won't though, turning my back to him, the silence lasts far too long.

He has clearly left. The feeling of the tears brimming in my eyes, his words make me wonder if I made the wrong choice. Why did he have to come and make out like I am quitting? I have tried for years; I have practically starved myself the past month trying.

Standing, I try to compose myself, I don't want to look like a mess when Ivy gets here. Turning, Marcus is standing right there. Our bodies almost touching, my sex pulsing at the closeness of him.

"Damn you, woman." All I can do is smile, his head lowering and his lips pressing against mine. I don't care if this is another mistake, I will take it because when I leave, it will at least be a sweet memory to take with me.

His hands grab me and pick me up, my body slamming against the wall, as his hands begin ripping open my shirt and my hands start pulling at his as moans escape my mouth. His hands begin ripping my underwear off, my skirt lifting around my waist, and I unfasten his trousers. His shaft is pushing out, my hand stroking him and moaning.

His lips begin kissing my neck, slowly his teeth biting in, as his cock pushes against my sex. I moan, feeling him entering me, his hips move quick and hard, and my back pushes against the wall. His hand is running from my hips up to my neck, grasping it. Moaning I look into his eyes. Screw the job, why can't I just have him? He keeps going, his hips moving faster, one hand on my hip and his other hand clamped around my neck, my nails digging into his back as I feel my orgasm rise. My screams are loud as he still somehow manages to thrust harder, sending me over the edge. My body trembles as he finishes himself.

His head settles on my shoulder, and the quiet, "Fuck," he whispers tells me, this was yet another mistake.

"Stay." His word quiet, and I shake my head.

"I have nothing here, nothing at all, Marcus." This feels weird, my legs are still wrapped around him, his cock is still inside me, and the wetness is slowly running down my leg.

"Just stay, I have another offer, just tell me you will stay?" My heart wants to. It is screaming saying yes, even if he never wants to see me again, just so I may get this again. Even if it is only once every 10 years. My head is smart and telling me to burn this bridge right now, and never come back to it.

"Look, give it a month, if you don't like what I have to offer, I will drive you back to Gosnold myself, and I will admit defeat." I sigh and nod, what am I doing? This is going to kill me, yet I want to see him.

"Fine." My word is quiet, and he releases me. Walking into the bathroom I get cleaned up before walking back out. He is sitting on my bed waiting, so what is his new offer? I walk over and sit next to him, his hand going into his bag and pulling out a contract. Taking it, I look at it, "Brat contract."

Why is he handing me this?

"I had a backup plan. If I couldn't stop you going, this was the next option; just try it, if you don't like it fine, but try." Hell, I want to say yes, I want to get today over and over again. I am no fool though; today was a very, very small part of him, yet here I am considering it. I don't want to leave not trying, but what other option do I have?

Agree and sign his contract and be his brat? I know enough about it now that I know what is entailed, but I don't feel strong enough to walk away, so slowly, I nod. Now the issue I need to sort out is somewhere new to stay, that is not something I had thought about.

"Thank you, I mean it. At any point, you say no, I will take you home. We will discuss the contract in full tonight at dinner. But right now, I am taking you for food, because you look awful." I go to shake my head, and he puts his hand up.

"You will stay at my place, not in my room but in another room. We will sort you out somewhere to live after if you want your own space. Grab your coat, and I will carry your bags." Nodding I grab my coat, picking up my phone I text Ivy.

Change of plans, I am staying. Call off the pickup.

I put my phone in my pocket and follow Marcus out. He places the bags in his car and waits for me to join him. Getting in the car, my phone rings, looking at the screen it is Ivy, so I best answer it.

"What the hell Anaya, just come home and stop this. You can't live there; you can't feed yourself. How the hell are you going to find a way to pay for a place?" She is shouting and angry, why should I have to stay in our small town? This is why I left because everyone told me I should stay at home and I wouldn't make it.

"I am not arguing, Ivy; I may have found something that will help me stay here, I will let you know." I hang up, not wanting to argue, just as the car stops outside a small restaurant. I am taking a risk here, a huge risk, but I don't want to walk away from him, I don't want to give him up yet.

Walking in we sit and order food, silence looms again and tortures my mind, wondering what he is thinking.

"Okay, so you read the contract, that is a start but you need to learn more about this search things online, read facts, and real stories, and ask questions so I am confident you know what you are signing" He pushes the glass of water towards me.

"What words sparked interest, and what did you think they meant? After I can explain the meaning behind it, I want to know what you thought.

"The day after the dinner meeting, I went home and searched, from all the words, the first I searched was Dominant, then Brat. The I clicked links in each and spent at least eleven hours just sitting and reading." Why I did that I don't know.

"Okay, so based on what you read, how did you feel reading it? Truthfully please"

The waiter smiles putting the plates on the table before leaving.

"You realise I saved you from that life right?"

I laugh at his words, he is confident.

"You are brave, assuming you have saved me from that life when I have not even signed that contract yet." But I will.

"Okay, well come on tell me what you thought."

I sit back getting comfy, my mind reminds me of things I searched for. The words, meanings and what each included.

"Ahem," I look up at him confused.

"Eat please, don't just sit back comfy." Nodding I sit back up ready to eat.

"So, Brat is interesting. The part she is willing to submit, but won't make her Master force her. I like the fighting part, refusing, saying no, and such." What else was there? "I don't like the idea of being told what I can and can't eat, or wear when I come to free time and stuff. I also didn't like the idea of being used as furniture."

I don't, I can't remember where I read that, but I really don't.

"Okay, first, that sounds more like a slave than a brat, I may if we are going out leave you an outfit to wear, but I will not day to day tell you what to wear. As for treating you like furniture, that is very much a slave, some brats and submissives enjoy it from time to time, but again mostly slaves." Okay, that is good then.

"Now, food is different, it's about keeping a submissive, brat, or slave healthy. Scenes are extreme sometimes, and a good diet helps. It helps you heal faster, feel less tired and such. I may give you a list of no foods, but you can still eat them, in moderation. It's more you eating once a day, and a takeaway wouldn't be right." He is right, maybe if I was healthier, I would look better. Maybe that would have helped me get a job.

Sitting I eat as we talk through it all, and I feel like I don't know him, and I should.