Bianca It was only a lot later that I asked myself why Liam O’Grady had been so curious to know my age.I mean, why would you ask for a prospective employee's age before hiring her?It made no sense.But at that time, I was too overcome to think straight.At that time, I was feeling cold and confused. I was taken aback by the wealth of the people inhabiting those rooms. And I was overwhelmed by the proximity of two men who seemed to send my sexual cravings to never-before-plumbed heights! Liam leaned back and his hooded lids hid his expression, while Finn stood in the background, a menacing presence. I bit my lip and then, as I saw the way Liam O’Grady’s eyes fastened on my plump mouth, I hastily swallowed, cleared my throat and sat up straighter. It only made me come closer to the man before me, his blue eyes, like brilliant stones, locked on me. “Ummm…so, can you help me? Please?” And then, because I was a well-brought-up girl, I added quickly, “Sir?” The groan that came from
Bianca All the way home, in the rattling old bus, I kept trying to figure out what had happened there. I was a mess, my panties were wet and I had actually wanted to get down on the ground and offer myself that rakishly handsome rogue, Liam O’Grady. And to melt in the arms of Finn St Just, surrendering to him completely. Yes, Sir. I had suddenly metamorphized into a seriously horny virgin sex addict! As I got off at my stop, I decided to call one of my best friends to ask about boys and men and what to do…I was clueless. * But when I turned down the road leading to our home and the bakery, for we had begun to stay in the old house, I saw the sportscar that belonged to Dean Nelson, that my father had bought when he was married to my mother. It was tiny but cosy, in my eyes. Shabby but welcoming nonetheless. I ran the rest of the way, my shoulder bag thumping against my hip, fearing the worst, as I breathlessly covered the last few meters. * When I rushed into the front room,
Bianca As I sat there, sobbing at the enormity of what was happening, I felt like doing what my Dad had done; run away and end my life. But …I could not. Heather, for all her sins, was a good soul, kind-hearted and sweet but utterly clueless. And Anna and Rose, my sweet younger sisters, who were five years younger than me, deserved a better life. Nelson would not hesitate to prostitute them, I thought grimly if I was not around. A soft hand on my shoulder made me look up. It was Heather. She sank to her knees beside me, so that we were on eye level. “I’m sorry Bianca,” she said and I melted. I threw my arms around her and wept. “I failed you, I failed my husband, your father. But…I loved him and he never told me…” I pushed away and smiled, “It’s ok, Heather, I’m trying to get someone to help me.” A pair of brilliant blue eyes and a set of tawny eyes flashed into my mind’s eye and I shivered. Heather looked at me in concern. “No, darling,” she said and I felt Rose and Anna
To my shock, Liam O’Grady turned his smile on me but his eyes were …blazing. I stiffened.Job? I thought stupidly. What was he talking about?Had he misunderstood me yesterday?*But my stepmother was gabbing away cheerfully, blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. But then, she was nicely drunk, I thought wearily.Heather, whose hand he had been holding, clasped his with both her hands fervently, as she said, happily,“Oh, Bianca, it’s your lucky phase now, don’t you think so dear!”And she turned to O’Grady, still smiling benignly as she said, clucking her tongue at me with a mischievous smile,“Just yesterday she had a job offer and she turned it down…the naughty little girl!” I whipped my head around t give her a lethal look. Naughty girl indeed, I thought, fuming, and my anger shot up as I saw Liam O’ Grady smirking at me. Finn St Just gave an audible snort and I wanted to die of humiliation.Suddenly Heather saw my expression and stopped. She had figured out, a little
Bianca I rose, my cheeks hot with embarrassment and …I did not know what else. “How dare you…?” I began but Liam O’Grady nodded at his brother and gripped my hands. ‘We will take care of Dean Nelson. In return, you will be our submissive for a year.” The words sank in slowly and I recoiled in horror. “OUR submissive? Did you just say OUR submissive, Mr. O’Grady?” I stammered, as I went on, shock making me widen my eyes, ”You mean like…sleep with BOTH of you?’ “Ah lassie, ‘ said O’Grady almost tenderly but his eyes were hot and blue and openly laughing at me as he said, “Not just sleeping, love.” I pushed him away fiercely, throwing the sheets of paper at Finn, uncaring as they scattered wildly. Breathing hard, I spoke in a low voice, jabbing my finger at him. “So, I have to be your sexual slave for a year and in return, you will free me of my father’s debt?” I looked from one to the other. Finn was watching me, his face blank but Liam? His eyes were glowing with an unholy
All the way home, I thought of what my options could be. I did not want to look at the only solid option on the horizon. By the time I arrived home, I had made up my mind. I was going to meet Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just and agree to their…barbaric proposal. But I would have to make up a tale to tell dear Heather.*The news that we were to be evicted had already reached Heather who was hysterical with grief. The twins, who had come home to their weeping mother, were shaken and white-faced.I sank to the ground where Heather, ever the drama queen, was sitting, a bottle of vodka beside her.She reeked of drink.Putting my arms around her, I said quietly,‘I have a way out of this problem. Trust me.” The twins looked upset. They glanced at each other.“We heard you…speak about that dirty old lecher, Nelson.”And Rose, ever the softer one, began to sob,“Bee, you don’t need to sacrifice yourself for us!”I smiled thinly.If they only knew!But I stood up and said, “Make me a cuppa, the
Liam O’Grady stood at the wide table, in his pristine white shirt and neatly pressed deep blue trousers, looking for all the world like a model in a men’s fashion magazine. I made out Finn St Just who was lounging in a chair beside his brother.The northerly light fell into the large room, pale and diffused, for the myriad glass panels were helping it to filter in slowly, and the aroma of cigarettes, leather, and whiskey greeted me.*This was a man’s den.The overwhelming masculine power that radiated from the walls, made me shrink in alarm. There was nothing soft and feminine here.And I bet, I thought, my throat clenching in terror, the walls must be soundproofed too! I don't know why I made that observation.My fertile imagination was working overtime.But the feeling of being totally at the mercy of the men in the room brought on a feeling of fear.Of helplessness...*This room had a dark wooden floor, and no carpeting to disguise the beauty of the polished wood. The ceiling,
Finn St Just cleared his throat impatiently.“Did you read it then?’ he said in a cold voice, and it took me a minute to figure out that he was asking me about the contract that I was holding in my hands.I quickly began to read in earnest. The entire document was couched in legal language and fleetingly, I wondered how many such women had read the deeds I held in my damp, sweaty hands.For surely, I was not the first! I had no illusions about myself. Or the brothers lounging splendidly before me.*In return for my'services,’ as it stated, I was to be given a handsome remuneration every month. My mind boggled as I saw the sum. I had never seen even a quarter of that in my life!Then again, as I read, I felt my incredulity grow.*I would, apart from the handsome stipend, be given a car of my own, an apartment and a sizeable income, that I could continue to keep even after my one year was up.I blinked and looked over at Liam O’Grady. *I gaped up at him.St Anne’s was a prestigiou