A Life for a Life (5 page)
Authors: Eliza DeGaulle
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Another story of breaking the rules for the Good of All:
"We're here," he lead me out of the elevator. Our words remained sparse, only speaking when necessary. I guess he was going to respect my wishes not to talk about myself further.
Maybe it was best that all I was to him was a vagina and a hymen. Nothing more.
He gestured with a graceful spin as he led me through huge double doors to his room. My sights traveled around. Pure luxury. I lived in a studio apartment that had that description generously. It was more like a tiny box than a home.
"Come, make yourself at home. Take off those shoes," he said. I took his advice, my bare feet leaving my flats and touching the plush carpet. It felt softer than even my bed. I walked timidly through, my hand caressing the rosary that draped around my neck. A deep breath. I entered into the place of my defloration. It wasn't that far off from the fantasy of my honeymoon, really. The penthouse was easily comparable to the five star hotel where my theoretical husband and I would have consummated our marriage.
Nothing was really being consummated here beside me and a giant pile of money. I wandered over to the window and looked out over the city. A beautiful view, I had only ever really seen it from street level.
"So, Mary. Are you still up for this?" Curtis stood behind me. He had tossed off his loafers too, and was removing his watch and jewelry and setting it on a nearby desk. "I've had girls I've hired get cold feet and leave. I completely understand if you wish to depart."
I turned toward him, and looked him over once more. A fine man, physically. I had to wonder if he was anywhere as good as he said he was.
It doesn't matter, April. You're here for charity, not your own lusts.
"No, no. I'm ready to do this."
"Good. You're a beautiful woman and I'm honored to be your first."
Another deep breath. A part of me still screamed to run for the door. That this wasn't right. Being a whore just isn't godly.
I stood stiff, fighting my thoughts.
"Nervous as hell though, I can see." He stood less than a foot away from me. "They always are. Something new, exciting, yet scary at the same time."
"Can we just get this over with? Please?" My eyes were still bolted to the floor, but his hand came to my chin. He raised my face to his, leaned in, and placed a huge kiss on my lips.
A rush of adrenaline. I've never even kissed a boy. My dates never got past hand holding, or a simple side-hug. Not before realizing they wanted to go too fast, as high school and college boys are often to do.
This wasn't a relationship. I had no idealization of Curtis Haines as my husband. This was nothing more than lust. As his hand caressed my face, his lips stayed locked on mine. The most frightening part about it was that I liked it. I liked the feeling of his hand on my face. The feeling of his lips on mine. Even more so as his tongue found its way into my mouth.
He pressed it against mine, letting me taste him. The tingling nature of them meeting. I was passive, but found my tongue moving with his. I followed his lead as he pressed deeper. My eyes were sealed, my mind lost to what I had been avoiding all these years. Making me feel like such a fool.
Regretfully, he broke away from me. His smile was warm. "Is this helping you find the proper mood for our evening?"
I nodded.
"How about this?" He started to undo his shirt in front of me. Curtis Haines always had cameras on him, and he maintained his body as such. Button by button, I saw the results, his bare chest appearing to me. The shirt fell away, showing me his chest entirely. Hairless, firm, it was a wonderful thing to look at. "Or maybe this?"
Curtis grabbed my hand, and guided it to the top of his chest. He glided it down his flesh. Under my fingers, his muscles felt so wonderful. Like I could sit here and pet his chest for hours and be just fine with that. Worse, I started to feel things down between my legs. Things
that God always told me not to mention in polite company.
He wasn't done. Leaving my hand on his chest to do as I pleased, he raised his hand to my bare arm. He ran his strong fingers up my arm toward my shoulder. I felt my body tremble. I never expected to feel this way from a man touching me. Perhaps this was nothing more than anticipation of what was to come?
Over to my neck, he massaged my tight muscles. So much tension had built up inside of me over the day. The anxiety that I was doing all of this. It felt like it didn't matter as much as he worked out those knots in my neck. I forgot about it entirely as he placed another open mouthed kiss on my lips.
What have I been doing with my life? I'd been depriving myself of this for so long.
No. The temptations of the flesh are strong. But you aren't doing this because you're giving in. You're doing it for a good cause.
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"Your contract was a fifty page 'Do you like me?' note?" I murmured, captivated by him.
"In so many words, yes." He laughed, and I realized I liked his laugh. It was warm, not a posh cackle like you’d expect from a man with his wealth. "It's even sillier that I'd have an entire line of girls waiting to be my wife, as soon as I make it clear my grieving is done. But truly? I'll never be done grieving. I'll never forget."
I nodded. "Why are you rushing to this, then? This is a bit crazy, Mr. Knight."
"Perhaps it is. But what can I say? I was smitten with you, Marci." He grabbed me and pressed me into his chest. "I'd be foolish not to notice you feel the same."
"I've been thinking about you in impure ways, if you want to put it like that."
"You mentioned you thought I was religious earlier today. Not that much, really. I haven't been in a church for something that wasn't a wedding or funeral since I was nine years old. But I do believe in fate, that everything works out. That maybe I was meant to run into you when I was looking for someone to take care of Ty. Your similarities to Margaret were just the world telling me to pay attention to you."
I sighed. "I did sign a contract agreeing to let you have me."
"Bullshit. You signed an overly long document you didn't understand. That's not how I do business." He pushed me away, keeping me at arm’s length from him, his hands on my shoulder. "Marci, I'll talk straight with you. I want Ty to be cared for. I want the family that was stolen from me by tragedy. I want my son to have brothers and sisters. I mean, you know how spoiled he'd be as a trust fund baby and an only child?"
"I can see that being a nightmare waiting to happen."
"Exactly. But I'm aware I'm a middle aged man with more money than sense at the moment. The door is open, Marci. You may walk out right now. I'll have a limousine take you back home. You'll get your million dollars, and this all never happened. Free of any obligation."
He released my shoulders and paced in front of me.
"But if you feel it in your heart to give me what I want, you agree to become mine, I'll give you a love worth more than that million, and I'll get more than what any amount of money could be worth in return. Those are my terms, Marci. No contract, no bullshit."
I looked away from him. I had no reason to doubt Mr. Knight's word. He was a good man, admitting as such he wouldn't have hired me if I wasn't good enough to take care of his son, no matter how much I looked like his wife's long lost daughter.
But if I went back to my room, packed up and headed back to my home with that money, I could follow my dreams fully. I'd have that college education, everything I could ever want. Or would I?
The man who was in charge of my fate stood near, his eyes never leaving me. I had only known him a day, yet I was infatuated with him. Every bit of gentleness he had shown through that time. I wondered if it translated to the bedroom, if there was no better man in the world to give my virginity to. A father all the way through, a father like I never had. I gave my thoughts to the fact I was nineteen, that maybe I was just a stupid kid giving into an older man's manipulation. But there are some mistakes you have to make yourself
I may have made one when I took his hand, lowered his face to mine, and planted a firm kiss on his lips. He wasted no time taking the mentor role, our mouths opening and allowing our tongues to pass through and meet with one another. The rush through my head was electric, never expecting my first kiss to be like his, a hand running gently through my hair, his other going down my spine, awakening my entire body to his.
He broke the kiss, looking into my eyes. "I take it you have made your choice, Marci?"
"Show me everything, Mr. Knight. I'm yours."