8| SEX PROPOSAL

PERSY

I loved my new life. It could be a bit boring at times, and I did admit that I actually needed a friend or two, but for the most part, my life was going great.

Just this afternoon, I ordered some designer wears online and proceeded to sit on the bed with some chicken wings in hand, resting against the headboard, legs crossed while watching a show on the laptop I got from Sam the other day. Aiden had already sent my first pay and it was barely two weeks into the contract. 150,000 dollars! I cried for a full hour, before sucking it up and dancing around the room like a maniac.

I tried to call Aiden to say thank you, but he did not pick up, instead, he sent a text message which told me to send a text if I really needed something. I spent hours re-reading my text message to avoid being jabbed by him, and still, when I finally sent the message which consisted of just two short sentences, he sent another message correcting my tenses. I had been so close to sending him a ‘fuck you’ text, but I only had to check my account balance again to cheer me up.

It was almost a week since the whole meeting thing, and I had not seen Aiden since then, not that I cared about seeing him. I just wanted the money, and I just hoped that this whole thing would be over and done with soon enough… after I had bagged enough money, of course.

Just when I shook my head to get the intrusive thoughts about Aiden off my mind and started to pay more attention to the second episode of the series I was currently watching, I heard the unmistakable evidence of Aiden's presence. His card, sliding into the door to unlock it from the other side.

The way I was always so upset when he did this. This man knew nothing about a woman's privacy! I uncrossed my legs and discarded the rest of my chicken wings on the plate by my side, waiting for him to come in so I could at least ask him… maybe nicely, to stop coming in here unannounced like that.

He finally came in, and for the first time since I knew him, he wasn't wearing a suit. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, showing off the veins of his arms and strong muscles. His equally black pants fit him perfectly, so much that it even subtly outlined… Fuck, no.

I dragged my eyes away from his lower parts at once and focused on his face instead. He was… smiling. Just a tiny bit, almost unnoticeable, but it was there. He looked… nicer. I suddenly forgot all about my tantrums, lost in the waves of his stormy, scintillating gray orbs…

"We should have sex." His baritone voice suddenly came out of nowhere and just like that, I was out of my trance. I even got to my feet, albeit slowly.

"Um… what?" I asked, because even if his voice had been as clear as day, I still could not help but think that I heard wrongly.

He ran his hand through his hair, looking thoroughly annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

"Are you a virgin, Persy?" He asked, his voice unwavering still. Wait, what?

"I… What the hell?"

"I do not fancy virgins, but if you are one, we can work our way around it. I believe we are both adults and none of us are new to the word, sex. Or do you not know what it is?" He asked me, giving me a once over, swift but scalding, still.

I was covered to the brim with a big sweater and pyjama pants, but I still shivered under his gaze. I knew he had that effect on other girls too. He could literally bring any girl to her knees with those eyes… I already knew I was about to crush his pride with my reply.

"I do not know what this is, but whatever it is, I'm totally uninterested. Keep your junk in your pants where it belongs because I don't want it. It isn't part of the contract now, is it?" I shot back at him, and I could swear his jaw dropped for a hot second, before he got a grip of himself.

"I have been prohibited from having sex with any other girl but Kassie. You are Kassie, according to the contract, so you will satisfy my needs when I want you to."

My eyes widened when he took a step forward, making me take a step backward too, just to fall back on my laptop which had the series still playing, and so the device vibrated underneath me. I could not stand up either, because Aiden had reached the edge of my bed, practically hovering over me.

We held each other's gaze for the first few seconds before he outstretched a hand. I shook my head no, although my pants were really light, and as a result, my backside was literally on fire from the effect of the laptop underneath me.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn and take my hand, Persy." He ordered, but his voice had reduced by a pitch, and now sounded dangerous to me. I couldn't do it.

It wasn't morals, no. I reminded myself on and on that this man standing in front of me was not in any way, my ex-boyfriend, Trevor, and there was no need to be afraid that he would leave me immediately after sex, but it was all I could think about.

Trevor was all my firsts. My first friend, best friend, eventually boyfriend, my first love, my first kiss, and he eventually took my virginity as well. He broke up with me months after, after lamenting for weeks that I was totally unresponsive in bed, and that he was tired of oiling me up every now and then.

His last sentence to me was, "Never let another man touch that pussy, for your own good. No one deserves a woman as immobile as you are in bed."

I was afraid to have sex now. I could not even bear to think of it. I had never enjoyed sex with Trevor, no matter how many times I tried out different sex positions to make him happy, or how many times I took charge and rode him like a horse. He always complained, and I never got to orgasm. He could never get me to orgasm, but I saw him reach his peak a couple of times even if he did not enjoy it as he claimed. I was not about to risk another bad sex review, worse, with a man like Aiden.

"I don't want your hand, or anything else you have to offer right now, Aiden. Please go. Just go, please." My voice was tight already, I was so uncomfortable, yet I refused to take his hand…

He stared at me with a furious expression for a few seconds before moving away slightly so I could get up on my feet. As soon as I was up, I ran to the farthest wall and planted my back against the wall, eying him carefully.

In just a few fast strides, he was in front of me, caging me in with his arms slightly over my head while he looked down at me, and I, well…. I looked up at him, scared shitless. Was he going to force me now?

"Why the hell are you playing hard to get? You think it makes you more attractive?" He asked me, his voice laced with anger.

"Stop it, leave me alone. Why can't you respect the fact that a girl says no?" My voice was shaky, but I managed to get all of that out.

"My girl. The contract says you are my girl, and I do not accept ‘no's’ in this relationship." He said simply.

"But… but I'm not really your girl, and even if I was—"

His right hand suddenly slid down before I could finish my sentence, and wrapped around my neck, leaving me with wide eyes for like… the hundredth time today. My heart was beating too fast too. And the most embarrassing part? My panties… they were a bit soaked, or maybe a lot, I couldn't really tell.

He was staring at my lips so intensely now, our foreheads joined, as he muttered, "Lie to me and tell me you don't want these fingers around your throat somewhere else, Persy. Somewhere I bet is soaking for me right now…"

My throat was completely dry, and I held my breath unconsciously, until his thumb grazed my bottom lip, dragging it down a bit as he cooed, "Breathe, doll. Don't die on me when we haven't even started yet."

Oh God… Maybe I could just risk being called immobile again, maybe it wouldn't be so bad this time… maybe…

Ding, dong!

I jerked away from him, slamming my head against the wall as a result which caused me to groan out loud in pain. I slid under his arm anyway, and made my way towards the door to answer the doorbell that had just rung out.

I heard him blow out a breath, but I did not dare look back as I opened the door. It was the delivery guy, I had ordered some pizza too.

"Thank you!" I told him after confirming and receiving my order from him. I paid and bade him goodbye, then left the door open just to gesture at it while facing him now.

"You should leave now."

"It's my house." He responded at once.

"Alright, I'll just go somewhere for the…"

"If it's a damn chase you want, I'll give it to you, but when I finally have you, I'll make you pay for wasting my time. Have a nice day." He forced a smile and then stormed out of the room.

Help me, Lord.