Grabbing an overnight bag, I almost forget to call Samantha.  She wanted me to call her after I got home with the details.  I hope she is prepared for what I have to tell her though.  With Darren waiting in the car, I pack and talk to her.  "You will not believe this.  We get there and his mom asks when the wedding is?  I turned to Darren and he offered up no help, instead he acted like we were getting married, then we go out horseback riding.  While we are out there we have sex and he tells me he loves me.  I mean come on, nobody tells each other that after the second date."  She starts to say something, but I stop her.  "Wait a minute, let me finish first.  My instincts kick in and I ride away, instead of getting a clue, he rides after me and stops me.  Samantha, he tells me that I am it for him.  What the fuck.  Then he makes love to me and tells me he loves me again.  We go back to his sis

He left me in the bed.  I'm laying here, handcuffed and I don't have a clue where he went.  I lay here for a few minutes and I think I hear the shower and Darren's voice singing.  Thinking that he will come back in and that he was just joking around, I yell out.  "Please."I hear him walk back in and he asks, "Please what?""You can't just say please.  Tell me what you want."  He starts walking around the room, it sounds like he's pacing back and forth."Don't leave me alone again."  The room gets quiet and he doesn't talk."Ask me nicely."  I hear his voice softening.Thinking to myself how to word this, "O.K., please don't leave again."  Honestly, this is a bigger turn on than I have ever felt.  It makes me feel completely powerless.Knowing I am in his hands and need him, I beg.  "Darren, I will do anything for you, just please don't leave me alone again."  Realizing

Opening the door to the penthouse, I feel strangely like I belong here.  It's hard to explain, because I have never really felt like I truly belonged anywhere before.  My whole life, people made fun of me and even my mom at one point wished that she didn't have me.  She felt that maybe her ex-husband would have wanted her then, instead of me.  Knowing this, I have never been able to get that close to anyone.  I guess Samantha is the closest, acting like a sister to me and Steve a big brother.  When I needed someone, they were always there for me growing up.  He came to my rescue, numerous times.  At one point, he would let me hang out with his friends and knew that I had a crush on him, but nothing ever happened.  It was just after my mom left my stepfather and he over heard me telling Samantha about what he did to me.  When he threatened to find the bastard and kill him, I somehow managed to get him to calm down.&nbs

Sitting down at my desk, I think about the weekend and what it means in the grand scheme of things.  Is he planning on asking me to marry him?  Or live with him full time?  Be his play thing?  What?  Not knowing what his plan truly is for me, I shake my head and give up for the moment.  Picking up several papers strewn on my desk, I file them and see a note hiding under the lip of my desk calendar.  It has my name on it written in cursive.Curious, I open it and look inside.  The only thing in it is a note card.  Plain white business card stock, the kind of thing you see wedding or baby shower invitations printed on.  It says, Meet me at the fountain on Tuesday.  Be there at 11 a.m.Looking around to see if anyone is watching me, I slip it in my purse and start filing my papers.  Who in the world wants to meet me and why?  More importantly, why so secret? Questions plagu

The end of the day finally rolls around and I pack up my stuff to leave and go to the penthouse.  Making sure I have the elevator key, I shut my door and walk to the parking garage.  On the way, I notice Janet standing in the lobby and decide to ask if I can give her a lift anywhere.  After all, I do have an hour before I have to be at the penthouse. "Hey, do you need a ride?  I'm on my way out anyways?"  I stand there smiling, figuring that I would give her one more chance.  I know that he didn't give her an option, and she really needed the money. "Girl, I didn't think you would ever talk to me again after that.  Mr. Denver didn't give me a choice.  When he offered I had to take it.  My rent was due and I didn't have it."  She starts to laugh and then thinks twice about it. "Well, let's say that I am a forgiving person to a point."   She immediately frowns.  "I am really sorry.  I