"Hello love" Rhodes's says all soft and smooth after I open the door. He's dressed in the same suit that he was wearing this morning, though his hair is slightly more disheveled. He's probably been running his hand through it so now it stands slightly taller on his head, fluffy and practically beggi
A look of concern crosses his face as he angles his body in the same way as mine. "I um, I want you to stop paying me" I stutter quietly, there is a heavy silence that fills the room as I wait for his reaction. He blinks quickly and narrows his eyebrows in confusion. "Why?" He seems to be genuinel
"Why do you have to give me £1500 a week though? That's an extreme amount of money for someone like me to be getting for being in a relationship where I'm happy" "Because that's the way I've always done things" A silence falls between us. I'm not calm anymore, his words are hitting home now. Just l
"Make me feel good, please" I manage to squeak out breathlessly without dying from embarrassment, I don't know how to 'talk dirty' or whatever it's called. I may need to learn a little bit to avoid feeling so shy around him. "And how shall I make you feel good? With my tongue? With my cock?" All th
I'm woken up to the sound of a foreign alarm sounding loudly through my tiny bedroom. My body forces itself upwards at the unknown sound as I turn my head to see Rhodes groan, and stretch his arm out to the side table. "Relax bub, it's just my alarm" Rhodes says in a husky voice as he shuts off th
Rhodes's lips turn upwards into a soft grin as he shakes his head. Though the lighting is low, I can still see the slight twinkle in his eyes as he looks down at me. "You bring it out of me, from somewhere. Come on, walk me to the door so I know you've locked it after I go" He says before standing
I'm always worrying about what comes next and how to prevent disaster. Always bracing myself for the blow, getting myself ready to pick myself back up if everything goes to shit. "That's just who I am" I mumble quietly and shrug. Poppy is still giving me that same old sad smile, I see it so often.
Even though it's my last day working at the cafe it feels like it drags on at an agonisingly slow pace. As I deliver the various plates of food to customers all I can think about in my head are the various things I need to do before the car picks me up this afternoon. Rhodes arranged everything for