by Ward, Penny
I look at him and shake my head. The more he talks, the less attractive he seems. “Like I said, you’re just another jerk.”
“Maybe, but last time I checked, this jerk made you feel really good, didn’t he? You weren’t complaining when I was hitting your spot or sucking on your soft nipples.”
I open my mouth to say something but then I quickly shut it back.
“What’s the matter, Monica? Cat got your tongue?”
“No, more like I’m trying to not lose control here at our parents’ party. I’m holding onto what little self-control I do have because if I don’t, you will be getting slapped and everyone will be looking over at us.”
Turning away from him, I walk into the house and close the lounge room door behind me.
Finally, a place where I get some quiet.
But then the door opens.
Grayson sways into the room and shuts the door behind him. Before I know it, he is standing next to me.
With my arms folded across my chest, I can feel my heart pounding.
Grayson stares at me and then pulls me close to him.
“Don’t do this, Grayson,” I whisper as I look up to him. “Not here.”
He leans forward and his lips land on mine, kissing me passionately. I can feel my anger melting away. I pull away from him and stare in his eyes. There’s a hint of humor in them and I want to punch him in his jaw. I look to see if anyone saw us in the room and then I look back at him.
“What are you doing? You can’t be kissing me at our parents’ party. People will talk.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just getting what I want.”
“Just like a prick. Stay away from me, Grayson, and I mean it.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
I look at him and roll my eyes. “Like I said, just stay away from me. I’m not a prize to be won and I don’t like my emotions being messed with. We will never be more than what we already are to one another.”
I turn to start to walk away from him but he reaches out and grabs my arm.
“Don’t try to act like I don’t mean anything to you, Monica, and that that kiss didn’t rock your world just now.”
“You do mean something to me. You’re my stepbrother, that’s it! I have to respect you because of our parents but I don’t have to like you and I’m pretty sure that I won’t. I don’t even like your type. So even if I was even remotely interested in you, I wouldn’t allow it to happen because all of you rich guys are the same.”
He looks at me and raises his eyebrows. “Is that how you really feel?”
“Yes, it is, now leave me alone.”
“Are you sure you want me to do that?”
“Yes, I am.”
He looks at me and lets my arm go.
I look at him one final time, then I storm off toward the kitchen.
I need to be alone.
I peek my head inside, seeing that no one is in there and I walk to the back corner and sit in one of the chairs.
Placing my head in my hands, I think about my encounter with Grayson.
I am supposed to be mad at him.
Angry at him for making him make me feel cheap but the kiss made all of my feelings melt away.
Someone clears their throat, and I look up to explain why I’m in the kitchen but see no one other than Grayson standing there, holding a champagne glass.
“I don’t think I can leave you alone.”
Chapter 6
Grayson stands in front of me, staring at every piece of my body, waiting for me to respond to his demands.
“So I can add not being able to understand English to my list of things about you,” I say.
“I understand it just fine. I know you really don’t want me to leave you alone and I don’t want to leave you alone,” he says as he places his wine glass down on the kitchen bench.
Even being alone with him in this room makes my heart race.
I raise my eyebrow. “Oh really? And how do you know that I don’t want you to leave me alone?”
“Because I just know. Besides, your body language is saying you want me to take you in my arms and rock your world all over again.”
“Well, I think your instincts are a little off,” I say as I get up from the chair and begin to walk away.
He grabs my arm once again and pulls me into him.
As he holds me, he stares into my eyes. I’m sure he can feel my heart beat against his chest.
He leans in again and kisses me passionately on the lips.
I fight hard to resist him… but I can’t. I don’t know how.
He runs his tongue across my lips in a wanting way and I open them slightly as he plunges it deep into my mouth. Our tongues begin to wrestle and I push my body more into his.
In a show of strength, he backs me up against the wall and slides his hand under my dress, not pulling away from my mouth.
Oh…
His fingers slide inside my underwear and he begins to play with me.
Damn it. I’m wet. I can’t help it.
His fingers push inside of me and begin to slowly slide in and out of my body.
Oh…
I wiggle under him as I feel myself release on his hand.
With force, he turns me around and pulls my dress up. He slides my panties to the side and I feel him enter me from behind.
Oh…
Wow…
Grayson is deep inside me.
Yes… this feels right. I feel fulfilled.
He starts to stroke me slow and gentle, pushing his cock deep inside of me.
Slowly, he reaches up and grabs my breasts as he starts to stroke me faster.
“Yes…” I moan as I hold onto the wall.
My moans become deeper and I release all over him, and he speeds up his thrusts.
Grabbing my hair, he begins to slam into me harder and harder.
Yes…
Deeper and deeper.
“Fuck yes…” I moan.
He pumps into me harder.
His strong hands run all over my behind and then he grips at them like a piece of meat.
I am struggling to stay upright as he pumps into me.
My legs are becoming weaker.
Wow…
“Fuck…” he moans.
He pumps his cock deep into me.
Harder.
Faster.
I have never been owned like this before.
Yes…
Oh yes…
He moans deeper.
He pumps harder…
Every part of his body flexes with strength.
His hands dig into my behind.
“Yes!” he moans.
I feel him release inside of me, groaning deeply as he does.
As he pants loudly, reality sets in and I jump up and begin to straighten myself up.
“What’s the matter? Didn’t enjoy yourself?” he questions.
“I can’t believe I allowed that to happen. I swear, I don’t know what you to do to me but I don’t like it one bit. I’m not supposed to be getting myself into situations like this.”
“You wanted it to happen. No need to beat yourself up over it. I wanted it to happen, too.”
“No, I know better than this. I’m better than this! This never should’ve happened.”
“It’s no surprise considering your profession.”
I turn around and stare at him hard.
All the blood has drained from my face and I feel as if he had slapped me.
“How dare you say that to me? Before you came along, I had a squeaky clean reputation. I never had sex with a customer nor have I ever wanted to.”
“What are you worried about?” he remarks flippantly.
“I am worried about you getting me pregnant because the last thing I ever want to do is raise a child with your stupid ass.”
“Why can’t you resist me?”
“I don’t know and right now, it doesn’t matter because I don’t even care. You
really are a jerk and I hope that you get everything you deserve.”
I spin on my heel and rush out of the kitchen, only to bump right into my Mom…
Chapter 7
I avoid Mom’s all-knowing stare.
“What’s wrong, dear? I have been looking for you for the past twenty minutes. They are about to start serving the food,” she says as she gives me the once over.
I look away from her because I know she will be able to tell I was up to something so I look at the necklace around her neck.
“Nothing, I just don’t feel good, that’s all. I think I’m going to head home early. The room is starting to spin a little and I think I may be catching a bug. I don’t want to hurl and ruin your meal for you.”
She stares at me to see if she can detect me lying or not and then nods her head. “Well, if you don’t feel well dear, then you can go. Drink some juice and eat some crackers. It will probably help your stomach feel a little bit better. And you know chicken soup heals everything so you may want to buy some of that as well.”
I kiss her on the cheek. “Thanks, Mom, and I’ll pick up some soup on my way home.”
“Take care of yourself. Be sure to get plenty of rest as well. I know you don’t get a lot of sleep, I can see the bags around your eyes.”
“I will Mom. I love you.”
“I love you, too, and don’t forget to call me later to let me know how you’re doing.”
I hug her one last time and head outside.
After I give the valet my ticket, he goes to run around and grab my car.
I tap my foot impatiently, ready to get away from this party and most of all, ready to get away from Grayson.
The valet pulls my car around and I rush to get in and pull off toward my house.
Driving in silence, I mentally beat myself up for yet another slip up.
I don’t understand what was going on with me.
I am usually so level headed and didn’t get caught up in these types of situations but Grayson somehow seems to bring out a different side of me and I wasn’t fond of it one bit.
He brings out this spontaneous, crazy side but I am a cautious woman who likes to plan everything out. He was just trouble and I needed to avoid him like I needed to avoid the plague.
When I arrive home, I open the door, throw my keys on the counter, and head into the kitchen.
Rose is working tonight so I know she won’t be in until late, which meant I would be alone with my thoughts for a while.
I open the refrigerator and grab the container of fudgy brownie ice cream and sit down on the couch in front of the TV.
I haven’t pigged out in a while so tonight will be the perfect night for just that. I sit down on the couch and begin to flip through the channels. Settling on an old romance movie, I start to eat straight out of the ice cream container.
My mind runs back to Grayson but I kept trying to push him as far out of my mind as I possibly can.
He is no good for me.
Toxic.
I used to think the same way about his dad, George, until my Mom softened him up.
The very first time I met George, I had come home for winter break in college and he was there for Christmas dinner.
Mom was blushing over him but he was so serious and all he talked about was his money and job.
I hated it.
I didn’t know what Mom saw in him.
I knew my Mom wasn’t a gold digger so I knew that he would have to have some qualities to attract her to him and, eventually, they showed up.
He had a fun sense of humor and was pretty laid back once he got to know you.
It was as if he were the complete opposite of his arrogant self, who seemed to think he could buy anything or anyone but the truth was, he couldn’t buy me, no matter what.
I hate that life.
I hate the excess of money that they throw around.
Who needs that much money anyway?
Surely, once you have a roof over your head and all the bills are paid, that is enough?
I look at the TV for a little while longer before I decide to head to bed.
Taking a long shower, I wash the scent of him off my body.
I don’t feel as ashamed as I did when he paid me for sex but I still feel disappointed in myself.
How did I let that happen?
I wake early the next morning feeling a little better about myself but not too much.
My phone has a few missed calls from my Mom and some from a number I don’t know. I ignore it and go into the kitchen to cook Rose and myself some breakfast.
I open the refrigerator and see that we have eggs, bacon, and some pancake mix. As soon as I start to cook breakfast, Rose appears from her room, looking refreshed.
“What time did you get in last night?” I ask her as I place some pancakes on the plate.
“I got in at around three. It was a slow night though. Nothing but drunk idiots who didn’t want to give up any money but annoy every girl in the club,” she says as she grabs a piece of bacon and bites it. “How was your mom’s anniversary party? I wish I could’ve come I like the parties. Plus, I know the food was delicious. We don’t eat that top notch stuff here.”
I fix both our plates and sit them both on the table. “I had sex with Grayson in the kitchen at the party.”
She chokes on her bacon and looks at me. “Are you serious?”
I nod my head.
“And you did this while the party was going on?”
I nod my head again as I bite a piece of bacon.
“Wow, you’re bold. Anyone could’ve walked in and seen you and I know your Mom and Stepdad have kitchen staff. That’s wild.”
“Too wild for me. I’m not that girl.”
“Besides, I thought you hated him. Why would you have sex with him again?”
“I do hate him, but it seems like every time I’m around him, I lose myself in him. The bad part is, he’s not even my type and it’s not like me to get caught up over a handsome guy. I just don’t know what it is. I mean, we were arguing in the corner and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me. Then I argue with him some more and storm off and then he follows me into the kitchen. Next thing I know, he has me up against the wall and we’re having sex.”
“Wow,” Rose ponders her thoughts, “Do you think, deep down inside, you like him?”
“I doubt it. There’s nothing inside of me but deep disgust.”
“You can’t be too much disgust if you’ve slept with him twice.”
“Technically, no sleeping was involved. It’s just strictly sex.”
“So do you want him as a sex buddy?”
“I don’t want him as anything.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’ve never been surer about anything in my life. And to be honest, that’s not even the worst part. When we had sex last night, he didn’t have on any protection and he came right inside of me.”
“Whoa, what? He what? You what? Are you on birth control?”
“No, I wasn’t having sex so I didn’t see the need in taking any.”
“So he could’ve possibly gotten you pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“Well, he didn’t say anything about that but when I told him that I was worried, he assumed that it was because I thought that he gave me something and that he should be the one concerned, considering that I have the promiscuous job.”
“He said that?”
“Yes, he did. The guy’s an ass and I just want to forget about him.”
“Well, what if you’re pregnant? You will have to deal with him forever for the sake of your child.”
“I’m just hoping we did it the wrong time of the month because I do not want to be stuck co-parenting with that jerk.”
“Oh dear… Do you work today?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t go back in until next week. I took a few days off after seeing Grayson that one night, besides, I need
to get my head together. No way would I be able to concentrate with all this going on.”
“I don’t blame you. I would take a few days off as well. Okay, maybe a day, because you know I love money. I wish I had some rich guy chasing me.”
“He’s not just some rich guy. He’s my stepbrother.”
“Oh yeah,” Rose smiles.
I pour some syrup on my pancakes and start to eat. Rose eats her food as well but I still can feel her eyes on me. I look up at her and I see her smiling.
“What are you smiling about?”
“I was just thinking Miss Goody Two Shoes and Miss Always Doubts Herself has a handsome, rich guy chasing after her.”
“He’s not chasing me. He’s annoying me.”
“Sure, whatever you say, but if you ask me, he’s chasing you.”
I laugh. “So what are you going to do today?”
“Well, I was going to go get my hair and nails done. Do you want to go? My treat.”
I eat the last little bit of my eggs and look at her. “Sure, anything to get out of this house and get you know who off my mind.”
“Okay, well, get showered and dressed, we’ll be leaving in a little bit.”
“Alright.”
“I got the dishes,” says Rose as she picks up the plates and puts them in the sink.
I get up from the table and go into my room to pick out an outfit to wear out with Rose. I settle on a pair of black shorts and a white shirt. I like dressing simply.
My phone starts to ring from this same number I don’t recognize. I ignore it and grab my keys and purse and head out to the living room. I see Rose sitting on the chair and she is dressed in a cute summer dress with some white sandals on her feet.
“So, you ready?” she asks.
“Yes, I am.”
“Well, let’s head out.”
I smile and link my arm into hers and we head out the door.
We take her car to the nail salon first and we both get French manicures done.
Then we go to the beauty salon and I get my hair highlighted and cut a little shorter than usual.
The style matches my face perfectly and I am really happy with the new look. It always feels nice to refresh a look.
