Eighteen! She is only fucking eighteen!
Jesus what a mess Charles has gotten me into. I knew it was a bad idea to go to the club with Charles tonight. He is always on my case to sleep with some girl and have fun. He is always making fun of me for taking relationships too seriously. After my last girlfriend cheated on me I decided to steer clear of relationships and focus on work and Charles has been behind me ever since. It has been a year since I have been with any girl. And Charles decided to buy me a girl for one night, a virgin who has just turned eighteen.
What the fuck am I gonna do now? Do I ask her address and drop her off at her house? Yes, that’s the prudent thing to do. Probably the best thing to do for her. She looks so beautiful, so innocent, untouched by the waywardness of this world. I cannot mark her and ruin her innocence or bring her to my world. My world is filled with hatred and bloodbath and never know who is my friend or foe. No, I can’t do that to her. She has her whole life ahead of her. Plus I am almost twice her age for crying out loud. I am 30! Even though my appearance does not betray my age, I feel even older. Tired and tortured by everything that I have seen.
We are served with a petite cake. The exterior is a peach and white marble pattern. The top is adorned with peach slices arranged in the form of a flower. Her eyes light up at the sight of the cake. She clasps her hands together and smiles widely. She can hardly contain her excitement and is practically bouncing up and down on her seat. I sigh at how innocent and young she seems to be taking pleasure in such simple things. How beautiful it is to be young and innocent. At that moment I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and shield her from the world. Keep her tucked away safely so that she would never be hurt by anything or anyone in this world.
“Ooooh I can’t wait to eat it” she exclaims rubbing her hands together.
“No no you can’t eat it,” I tell her.
Her face falls and her mouth hangs open. She scrunches up her eyebrows together and whines “But why Mr. Barlow? I am so hungry. Please, you asked me what I wanted to eat and have ordered such a beautiful cake. Why can’t I eat it?”
“Because we haven’t sung your happy birthday song,” I say with a twinkle in my eyes.
She puts her head back and laughs. It is the most beautiful sound in the whole world. My heart! I feel my heart opening up like never before. What is happening to me? Did I just say what I did? Sing your happy birthday song? Am I eighteen years old again? Jesus, what effect is she having on me? Thank Goodness Charles is not here to witness me acting like a lovestruck puppy, or he would never stop making fun of me. But I didn’t care. All I knew at this moment was that I had to make her happy. I had to give her at least one good memory on the day she was turning eighteen.
“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear…..” I paused as I realized I didn’t even know her name.
“Raya” she quipped with a bright smile on her face.
“dear Raya….Happy birthday to you” I finished with a bright smile of my own.
“Oh thank you so much Mr. Barlow” Raya was ecstatic.
She cut a slice of her cake, took it in her hand. She stood up and leaned across the table to feed the cake to me. I took a bite of the cake from her hand. I cut up another slice of the cake and fed her. I could easily reach her without having to get up. What a kind-hearted soul this girl was. Even though someone had sold her virginity to me, she was feeding me a slice of her birthday cake. She was truly living in the moment and not worrying about the fate that would befall her shortly.
“Wow. This cake is delicious. So juicy and fresh. Can I have another slice of it?” she asked me.
“Go ahead. It is your cake. You can have the whole thing if you want.” I said. It was a petite little cake anyway. Probably the size of a regular-sized pastry but since this was a high-end restaurant the chef had fashioned it into the shape of a round cake with delicate frosting and fresh peach slices.
“Don’t mind if I do. I am famished and this cake tastes just so good” she smiled shyly.
“Of course. It is your birthday so help yourself” I egged her on.
It was heartening to see her relish the cake. The waiter came with the appetizers and the bottle of wine. The appetizers were served to both of us and the wine was poured to both of us too. I guess they did not bother asking her about her age as she was with me. My men and I were very well known in this city and no one bothered to mess with me.
“They have served me wine” she whispered to me “Am I allowed to have it?”
“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t” I whispered back at her with a wink “It is your birthday anyway. So live a little. You are an adult now. So enjoy”
She giggled at me and said “Okay I won’t tell anyone”
She gingerly picked up the glass of wine and took a sip. Her face scrunched up as she swirled it around her mouth and swallowed it. She put the glass back on the table.
“Have some appetizers and then sip the wine slowly. It takes some time to get used to” I encourage her.
“Okay,” she says.
We both dine in complete silence for some time. I steal a few glances at her beautiful face. She has decided to keep her fur coat on. For a good reason too as she is only wearing lingerie underneath it and a flimsy gown that is not hiding anything. The thought of her perfect curves beneath the fur which I had feasted my eyes on earlier makes a tiny tent in my pants. I am glad that I am sitting and no one can notice the bulge in my pants. Would I be able to just let her go? Would I be able to drop her at her home and keep my hands off of her? Was I a gentleman? I knew very well that I was not a gentleman. The soft glow of the lamp on our table reflected off of her face and I was falling hard. There are some special moments in our life where we know that our life is about to change and I felt like this was one such moment. I could feel a shift in my whole being. I could feel that the axis of my life was shifting. Maybe I was giving in to my heart’s desires finally. I had never felt the need to touch a woman for more than a year but here I was, wanting to touch her, wanting to protect her, care for her and make her the happiest woman on earth.
I knew that I was ready to do anything to keep this woman around me. I was like a moth being attracted to the lamp that was Raya. I was ready to burn in her fire just for one touch. I was ready to lick the flames of fire for her. She thoroughly enjoyed her meal and even managed to finish two glasses of wine. I had three glasses of wine myself. There was some more wine left in the bottle. I decided that one more glass of wine would be too much for her as this was probably the first time she was having one. So I began pouring the wine into my glass when she held her wine glass up.
“Can I have some more please?” she asked sweetly.
“Are you sure Raya? It might be too much for your first time” I asked her warily.
“Yes, I am beginning to enjoy it and as you mentioned earlier, it is my birthday isn’t it?”
She was a smart cookie. I gave in and poured her half a glass. I had the remaining half a glass of wine.
“Let’s make a toast,” I said holding up my glass.
She held her glass in her hand and looked up at me “Let’s toast to getting to know each other better and wishing you have a happy adult life filled with lots of happiness and love”
“Thank you,” she said and clinked her glass against mine.
She finished the whole glass in one go.
“Slow down Raya” I warned her it was going to be too much for her to take.
“I can’t. Not now” she said and I realized that there were tears in her eyes. She proceeded to take my wine glass too and downed the entire thing quickly.
“What are you doing? Stop it” I hold her hand. She is probably too drunk right now. I should have not offered any wine, to begin with.
She suddenly becomes aware of my hand on hers. She looks up at me with heavy eyes. Her tears glistened on her chubby little cheeks. I take a napkin to her delicate cheeks and wipe the tears away. My hands brush against her lips in the process and my body is on fire. I can feel the heat radiating from her body and I feel my hand burn where I am touching her hand. What is she thinking of me? Why is she crying? Does she feel that I am taking advantage of her? There is no more innocence in her face, no more exuberance of an eager adolescent. She looks like a hardened adult. Neither does she have anger in her eyes, nor does she fix me with an accusatory look. I am baffled at what she is thinking. I would give anything to know what is going on in her mind right now.
Raya's POV The wine is making me feel relaxed. I do not remember a time when I had a birthday celebration like this. There was no cake for my birthday after my father had died and Mr.Barlow had just ordered me the prettiest and tastiest cake I had ever eaten in my life. He even sang the happy birthday song for me. The appetizers and the main course had been delicious too. I had never eaten such scrumptious food before in my life or been to a restaurant as fancy as this one. I hope I am not looking like a complete idiot by gorging on everything that is put in front of me like someone who hasn’t eaten in a week. And oh my God the wine was so good. I used to always wonder what was the big deal about alcohol and why people drank so much. I had even taken a sip of the beer that my stepdad keeps drinking so often and I hated how it tasted. But this was delicious. I couldn’t compare it to anything else. It was not just about how it tasted. I was a bu
Raya's POV The ride after the dinner was quiet. I opened the window and let the cool night air hit my face. It helped soothe my irate stomach. Once the car stopped I was awestruck by the sights. This was not a house. It looked like a palace. A huge ivory-colored mansion with gold-colored detailing stood out majestically against the night sky. A matching white and gold marble fountain at the entrance welcomed us. Wow, he is indeed filthy rich like I had assumed. As soon as we entered the door a butler and house staff were standing in a line welcoming us. I looked at the huge clock at the entrance. It was 10 PM and still, the staff was dressed immaculately in their uniforms showing no signs of tiredness or sleepiness. “Richard, please ask Mrs. Florentine to show Miss Raya here to the guest room and give her everything to make her comfortable. Please follow me to my study. I have a few things to discuss with you.
Maxwell Barlow's POV She looks at me with a seductive smile like the naughty little girl that she is. She unbuttons her shirt slowly. Her nimble hands worked on each button, it worked me up more. When she takes her shirt off and lets those juicy melons into view. They bounce with a perkiness that sets my body on fire. I put both my hands on the top bar of my four-poster bed. My hands are tingling wanting to touch her boobs, feel the softness. My eyes linger on her boobs and I lick my lips. They instantly respond by tightening the nipples, standing at attention. Two pink marbles on top of two milky white chocolate balls. She looks delicious. She takes off her shorts and to my surprise, she is not wearing any panties. She throws them to one side and crawls to me on all four. Her hands undid the knot on my joggers. I grasp her wrist in my hands and run her palms up over my abs and move them up to my chest. I grab her hair a
Raya's POV Mr. Barlow carries me in his arms with my hands wrapped around his neck to his bathroom. He puts me inside the giant tub which is a gorgeous walnut color. The entire bathroom is done tastefully in walnut brown. Mr. Barlow is a sight to behold with his ripped abs and gorgeous tattoos on his chest. I was enthralled by him earlier in his black suit but that was nothing compared to how handsome he looked in his nude self. He climbs into the bathtub behind me. His hard chest and his even harder dick pressed against my back. His strong legs are on either side of me and he pulls me back towards him. I was on cloud nine. I still could not come down from the orgasm he had given me. My head was reeling. Was it all real or am I dreaming? And I had managed to pleasure him. A small part of me was proud that I was not taking advantage of him. He had treated me to the most wonderful dinner and treated me kindly. He had given
Maxwell Barlow's POV I look at the beautiful girl sleeping next to me, assuring me that last night was real and not a dream. I am still in a daze. I didn’t know if I wanted to kill or kiss Charles for last night. Who am I kidding? I should call Charles and thank him for doing what I would not have done. He saw right through me. I had felt an instant connection to Raya when she had walked into the spotlight. But I had convinced myself that my ex was the one and was not ready to move on even though it had been a few months since our breakup. Charles had tried to set me up with girls multiple times. Arranged double dates with friends of his girlfriend, tried to set me up with his friends, he had been my wingman and had tried to chat up many girls to try to get me to date again. I had never shown any interest. He had even taken me to brothels as a final resort and when I had not caught the bait h
Raya'S POV I find a pink corset dress in the wardrobe which fits me perfectly. I tie my hair into a high ponytail and walk into the hallway to find Mr. Barlow. He is standing by the stairs in an aqua blue suit. His light brown hair combed back. He smiles wide when he spots me and lets out a low whistle. I walk up to him and turn on the spot to give him a good view of myself in this dress. “You look gorgeous mon Cherie,” he says and kisses my cheek. I put my hand in his elbow and walk out of the door with him. It is 3 PM and the sunlight feels good. I look up at the early spring sun and soak up the warmth. It is a beautiful day to be out.&n
Raya's POV I can see all the women in the store looking at Mr. Barlow longingly. I couldn’t blame them; he was just so handsome that nobody would be able to take their eyes off of him. My heart was doing cartwheels knowing that such a desirable man was mine. I had made love to him and would continue to do so. The women here must hate me. I know I would if I were in their place. A middle-aged lady walks up to me and asks me if she could help me with anything. “Yes, please. I am looking for some panties and bras for myself” I tell her with a smile. “This way,” she says and doesn’t bother to return my smile. I walk behind her feeling a little uncomfortable. She pulls out a few high-waisted panties in beige and a few beige-colored sports bras and hands them to me. “This should do,” she remarks. This was not at all what I had in mind. I wanted sexy lingerie with lace and matching panties so that Mr. Barlow would
MAXWELL’s POV My blood was boiling looking at this woman’s face. I could not comprehend how and why people like her got into the service industry. Maybe she was here just for the money but it gave her no fucking right to be rude to a customer. And she had dared to be so rude to my baby girl that there were tears in her eyes. The one girl who I wanted to make happy, the girl I was falling in love with. I was ready to rip Irma’s face apart if that was what it took to make Raya feel better. Raya didn’t know anything about me. She only knew that I was rich but she had no idea that I was a part of the Mafia. I didn’t want to scare her, maybe a part of me was afraid of losing her. Jerry hurried over with Irma’s details. She was dating the owner of a café across from the street. She had acc
Raya's POV It was my worst nightmare. I had been in terrible situations before and being forced to do something against my will was nothing new to me. My father making me swear that I would be a virgin was against my wish, Dylan trying to sell my virginity was against my wish, and Dylan trying to sell me to sleep with a man was against my wish too. So when Xander Benson's men are forcing me to go to Rossi and beg him to forgive me was against my wish too, it was worse than anything I had to endure before because now they were hurting the only man I had ever come to love. They were punishing Maxwell Barlow, the only ray of sunshine in my life. Max tried to fight them off, he tried to save me but he was outnumbered. Charles could do nothing either. A seven-foot-tall man hit Max on his head when he started protesting Xander Benson's decision and Max had fallen to the floor. My sweet Max! It crushed my heart to see him in such a terrible situation. I cried and cried but the strong hands
Max's POV Shit! We are in deep trouble. I look at Raya and her face is a worried mess. She knows it too. What have I gotten us into? Why the hell did Xander Benson have to get married to Rossi's daughter and why did he have to be a lecherous old man like this? Amelia looks like she wants to kill Raya and me. Xander Benson was her husband and she was his new bride which meant that we were in deep shit. A new married man is like a puppet in the hands of his wife. I knew that he would not hesitate to decapitate me right here if she would ask him to. I had no answer to his question that would satisfy him. "No Xander. Dylan is not dead" I tell him. "Does he look worse than Rossi then?" he thunders on. "No. I was busy trying to rescue Raya and he got away. I don't know where he is" I mumble. This would not have been a big deal if Rossi was not Amelia's father. This would probably be just a story about me rescuing my helpless d
Raya's POVMax lets go of my hand. My breath gets stuck in my throat. I can't scream even if I want to. It is a prank. This surely is a practical joke being played on Maxwell by his friends. But no one is laughing and Max is tense. The woman is sitting beside a bald man whose face is hard like it has been carved out of marble."Darling, what are you doing?" he says to the woman who objected."I object Xander. This wedding cannot take place. Our Max cannot get married to this woman who is a cheater. She has brainwashed Max. She will spell nothing but doom to Max and to our family if she is allowed to marry Max" she goes on. By now it is clear that the bald man is Xander Benson. The Mafia Kingpin and the loving way that Xander Benson is holding her hand and her gaze is proof that she is his wife."Amelia my love. What has gotten into you? It is Max, it is our Max that you are talking about. He is no one's puppy. He is my most trusted man along with Ch
Raya’s POV The day is finally here. The day every girl dreams of, my wedding day. I had dreamed about this day from the time I was young like all girls do. While playing with my girlfriends when I was ten and to slumber parties but I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that this day will be coming so soon. Here I was in the most beautiful wedding gown I had ever seen, getting ready to be Maxwell Barlow’s bride. Another sleek silky wedding gown hung in the side of the room ready to be worn for the reception. He has managed to pull it all off in one day. The venue was Maxwell Barlow’s house itself. I glanced outside my third-floor window to see the pergola beautifully decked up with a floral arch. Pink peonies and lilacs formed the floral arch and a lilac-colored carpet had been laid out on the runway for me to walk on. Still, there was a sinking feeling in my stomach, amidst the nerves an
Maxwell’s POV We are back from shopping and I am hungry. Hungry for her my sweet little girl. She rushes to the bedroom with me close behind her heels. When I try to enter her room she stops me with her hand on my chest. “Wait for a while I get ready for you,” she says with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. “Okay” I groan reluctantly. The beast inside me is awake and there is no way it is going to be able to wait. I can feel my hardness pressing against the zipper of my pants and I sigh wondering how long it’ll be. After what seems like eons she taps on the do
Raya’s POV Maxwell has gone crazy, like completely crazy. He wants us to get married tomorrow. He has barely known me for three days and is swearing that he cannot live without me. Well, I did swear too that I would not be able to live without him but getting married sounds crazy. He is like an excited puppy and from the time I agreed to his proposal he is thinking about nothing but our marriage. After carrying me inside and making love to me. He slept like a baby. I felt comforted too being by his side and sleeping next to him. He was my safe haven, his arms felt like my home. At breakfast today morning he started telling me his plans of how we had a lot of things to do and so little time. Literally, we have just one day as his plan was to get married tomorrow. 
Raya’s POV I am curled up in Max’s lap and I am so glad that he listened to me and agreed to let that man go. I know what Rossi did was heinous and I hated him for it. But I would hate myself more if I acted like an animal and punished him in a barbaric way for it. There is law and order in place for a reason and I did not agree with Max taking it upon himself to punish Rossi for what he did. He is used to being a mafia and does not believe in law and order but I just could not do it. I don’t know if he sensed it but somehow he had a change of heart and agreed to it and I was so grateful that he did. Would my life ever be the same again? I knew that I could never go back home. I didn’t have a home no
Maxwell Barlow's POV I drop Dylan’s collar and rush inside the house. I can hear Raya scream again and I am sure that someone is hurting her and I focus on the door from where her sound is emanating. I try to open the door and it is easy as the door is locked from outside. I unlatch the door and barge inside to notice that Raya is sitting on the floor naked and there are two welts on her back. An old man who is wearing only his underwear is standing in front of her and holding a belt in his hand. Raya turns to look at me when the door opens and as soon as she sees me she breaks down and runs towards me. I take her in my arms and hug her tightly while whispering in her ears. “I am sorry baby, I am so sorry” I try to calm her down between her sobs.  
Maxwell’s POV I hated leaving her without even saying goodbye. But when Xander Benson calls I have to put everything on hold and attend to him. Plus she is out cold. Did I open my mouth too early about who I was? Did I scare her away for good? The tension was too much to take. Benson was back from the honeymoon and wanted to have brunch with his close ones so that his new wife too gets to know everyone better. I wanted to take my dear Raya with me to the brunch too but she was still sleeping and looked like she needed the rest. I tried waking her up but she was too groggy and kept muttering in her sleep. She was running a fever too. There was no way she was going to be fit to travel in a helicopter now and get ready for Brunch in time. We were to meet for lunch in Paris. I signed why couldn’t Xander wait until he was back here in New York to have brunch where all of us were.