One Night Only

LILLIE

Julie informed me to come back to work on Saturday so I could spend more time with my mom. I accepted to help my sister, so she can be with my niece, since she left her to a neighbor who usually takes care of her when none of the three can. I don’t like that he left it anywhere. I am afraid that something will happen to him, but I understand that he cannot break into two or three to be everywhere.

My sister needs my help a lot.

I’ll help her in any way.

I’m going to my classes on Friday morning. I didn’t want to go because I wanted to stay with my mother in the hospital, but Alex and I came to an agreement; I will stay at night to sleep with Sandy and her in the hospital. On Saturday and Sunday she will go to sleep at home after I get off work to take turns. My sister asked for leave at her job, but she was only given one week. She’s worried, because she has to come back on Tuesday morning. We will be neglecting our mother most of the day. I will do my best to go with her as soon as my classes are over. It’s my turn to get home after leaving today, as Sandy is leaving school. The neighbor will pick her up to take her home, since I will be leaving an hour later than my niece. I’m heading to the bus stop and passing through the university parking lot, but when I cross between a few cars to get to the sidewalk suddenly someone covers my pass. When I look up, I see that these are the same bad guys who work for that damn mafioso. I look at them with the face of few friends. There are no longer two, but four. I imagine that, since they couldn’t take two with me, he had to add two more.

“We’ll meet again, miss.” It’s the same guy from last time who spoke to me in a strange language.

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“Definitely unlucky for me.

They do not smile, their countenance is serious and quiet. They have dark glasses on and their perfectly neat black suits.

“Will you please walk us to the car? The boss asked that no scandals, since we do not want to take her by force.

I snort more annoying. What are these guys up to with wanting to drag me to their cars?

Without further questioning, he agrees to quickly finish with this matter and know once and for all what his boss wants. I hope he doesn’t make me undress again, because now he won’t let me. If he tries to kiss me or do something else again, I will bite him again, but this time much harder so that he does not dare to touch me again.

The escorts walk to the sides – the other two are behind me – and guide me to get to the car. It’s a grey Aston Martin. It’s very different from the last time. The bully opens the door and invites me upstairs. I get in the passenger seat. After sitting down I realize that on the left side, in the pilot, there is that dark and dangerous man. His eyes fixate on me after taking off his dark glasses. I ignore him and look straight ahead.

“I told you I’d come back for you.

I swallow saliva. A lump forms in my throat. My hands start to sweat and fear makes an appearance.

“What do you want?” I question sulkily.

He looks as usual, cold and arrogant. He is almost dressed the same as the last time I saw him, with black pants and dark gray shirt rolled up sleeves, without a jacket. Those dark colors suit her well. They are just like him. They can’t miss their damn weapons, which are in plain sight in a holster placed on their shoulders. That makes me more nervous.

“I want something from you” he replies. I think I had already made it clear to you before I left. I want us to make a deal

Oh, my God! What does this mean? And that seemed more like an order than a permit.

“What are you talking about?

He raises his hand to keep quiet.

“I want you to be mine, that we have sex as many times as I want. In return, I will give you whatever you ask of me. Maybe money, luxuries, house, car, pay for your whole career… whatever you want. You will benefit very well, not to say that you will also have a great time in bed with me” he says arrogantly.

“I’m not a whore!” i squeal and try to get out, but the door is locked.” I think I had already made it clear to you, so let me go.

He is watching me from his place. He seems to challenge me by looking into my eyes. That makes me angry. What do you think?

“At no time did I say that you were going to be my whore, rather you will be my lover, my wife, mine completely, of my belonging.

“I don’t belong to anyone! I am not an object.” I am angry”. I am not for sale to you or anyone else.

“So you’re doing it for free, then? I thought you needed the money “comments cynic.

“You are the most hateful and arrogant guy! Who do you think you are? “Smile. It’s that mocking smile that shows off her sensual dimple”. What are you laughing at? Are you making fun of me?

“I smile because it turns me on more. Your behavior, your attitude, makes me want you more. That beast that you are warms me up. You have achieved what no one else has been able to.

Gawping, I freeze in place. Am I provoking him that much?

And yes, this is my opportunity to help my mother, but accepting will turn me into her prostitute. However, he said that will not be the case.

Oh, my God, I don’t know what to do.

I am afraid, but at the same time I also want to say that I do accept.