Chapter 8 HE WANTED MY BODY MORE
Ava's POV
His words already made sense to me, but I still decided to press on and ask him what the whole thing was all about, I had to show him how surprised I was, to make him see that I don't understand all he says or I am not sure to dive into his requests which sounded like confirmed commands.
"I want you regularly. I want an arrangement between us." He said like it was the easiest thing to say in the world.
I was knocked for a loop by his statement "An arrangement." My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Though I kinda knew and somehow felt to love what he wanted, I was at a loss for words
"Wait...wha... what does that mean?"
"It means I take care of you and you give me your time." He paused and his eyes darkened.
"I woudn't wish you to leave until we have this clear, Three nights a week. Whenever I want you and however I want you."
I blinked. Heat flooded through my entire body at the way he said it, in a calm but firm clear voice which portrayed promise and possession over me. I crossed my arms, trying to hide the nervous flutter in my chest
"And what exactly do you want me to do? That's prostitution."
"No." He shook his head slowly.
"That's me taking care of what's mine, and you are mine, Ava, whether you want to admit it or not. You became mine the moment I touched you and you're not going to be able to forget that any more than I didn't only touch you, I marked you, Ava, you are mine and I want your body more"
I should have been offended, should have thrown my coffee in his face and walked out at a time i felt my pulse race, but instead I heard myself ask,
"What if I say no?"
"Then I'll respect your decision, there will be nothing more to discuss, and you'll never see me again, bu....but I wouldn't ask it if I knew you would say no." He sat back and I could see he meant it. He was so sure about my feeling. He then looked at me with an intensity that made me a little uncomfortable
"But you won't say no." He said without a shadow of doubt.
"You seem very sure of yourself."
"Because I can see it in your eyes. You want this just as much as I do. You've been thinking about me, touching yourself and remembering what I did to you, imagining what it would be like if I did it again."
My face was burning because he was right about all of it and somehow he knew. I exhaled
"I need time to think about it."
"How much time?"
"A few days."
He nodded and stood up, but before he left he leaned down close enough that I could smell his sweet scented cologne and feel the heat coming off his body.
"Take all the time you need to decide, Ava. But we both know what your answer is going to be."
Then he kissed my forehead, gentle and possessive all at once, and walked out of the coffee shop without looking back.
I sat there for a long time after he left, staring at the business card he'd slipped onto the table with his phone number written on the back in bold black ink.
Oh my God! I'm so out of my mind.
My phone buzzed and it was Maya, she had sent a text of which I picked up my phone to check.
Brunch tomorrow? Need to catch up.
I typed back quickly telling her that I needed her advice on something.
Uh oh. This about a guy?
I hesitated, then typed, Maybe.
The rich guy from the club?? She had asked through the text.
I didn't answer because I didn't know what to say.
That night I lay in bed unable to sleep again, my mind spinning with everything Dominic had said and everything I was feeling.
An arrangement and the three nights a week in exchange for him taking care of me financially.
It was insane. It was exactly the kind of thing I'd always sworn I would never do.
But my mother's medical bills weren't going to stop, and I was so tired of being scared all the time about money and survival and whether I'd lose the only family I had left.
My mind controlled everything, I only realized after or in the middle of actions I wouldn’t. My hand slipped under the covers and between my legs, and I was already wet from just thinking about him and the way he'd looked at me in the coffee shop like he wanted to devour me right there in public.
I touched myself slowly at first, imagining it was his fingers instead of mine, remembering how he'd explored my body that night like he was learning every inch of me and committing it to memory.
I remembered the way his mouth had felt on my skin, hot and demanding, the way his teeth had grazed my neck hard enough to leave marks that I'd had to cover with makeup for days. I remembered how he'd looked at me while he was inside me, his eyes locked on mine like he could see straight through to my soul and knew every secret I'd ever kept.
My fingers moved faster and I bit my lip hard to keep quiet as the pressure built low in my belly, my free hand coming up to squeeze my breast the way he had, my hands squashed it harder as I imagined him here now, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his voice in my ear telling me how good I felt wrapped around him, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
I came hard with his name caught behind my teeth, my whole body shaking with the force of it, and in the aftermath I lay there breathing hard and staring at the ceiling while reality slowly came back.
"This is insane," I whispered to the empty room, but even as I said it I was reaching for my phone on the nightstand.
I pulled up his number and stared at it for a long time, my thumb hovering over the call button.
I wanted to say yes.
God help me, I wanted to say yes, so badly and it scared me.