But now a week later after the most amazing week I’ve ever had, I watch the woman I love more than anything in the world run away from me because her father has promised her to a different man.
Just as she disappears from view my knees give out and I fall to the ground. Tears fall quickly from my eyes. Clenching my fist in my shirt over my heart, I pray to God.
“Please don’t take her from me. I’ve lost too much in my life. Please don’t take her from me too.” Falling forward catching myself on my hands, an audible cry escapes. “God, please don’t take her from me. I can’t live without her.”
The sun started to break through the trees as a new day began to dawn. I had no idea I’d been there so long. Waiting, hoping, that she’d come back to me. That for once I’d get something I wanted, but that was foolish of me to think.
Just as I stand and start to walk away, I hear footsteps behind me. Turning I hold my breath, praying that she’s come back to me. But just as I thought that, a man appears and walks toward me. Was this the guy she was leaving me for? Was this the man her father was making her marry?
My fists ball up at my sides and I’m ready to lay into the mother fucker. He ruined my life. He took the very breath from my lungs and the heart from my chest. I’ll make him pay one way or another.
“Calm down,” the man says calmly. “I’m Miss Harper’s body guard.”
“You like to kick a guy while he’s down?” I grumble my tears still ceasing to stop their track down my cheeks.
“No, nothing like that at all. I’ve been with Faith since she was in diapers. It burns me that she’s being forced into this, when she’s so in love with you…”
I scoff. “So in love with me, yeah sure… She just ran from me to be with this other man.”
“Her father threatened your life. He’s currently got his men looking for you, trying to figure out who you are. She loves you enough to break her own heart to keep you safe. Her father isn’t all squeaky clean. If I am frank, I don’t like him and I wish I could take Faith as far away from this circle as possible. But I can’t and neither can you.”
He looks at me as if I should understand, that it should make it all go away. How the fuck am I supposed to just shut this all off? Why just because she’s doing it to protect me? Because she’s hurting too?
“We could have figured this out together. But she just shut me out, walked away like I meant nothing to her. How…”
He got right in my face with a murderous look on his. “I can tell you right now, you meant everything to her and still do. She is not a girl that minces words. Faith will only say what she means and never coddles anyone. You’re hurting and I get that. So is she! Think about this as you’re ready to start hating her or blaming her for everything. The man that she’s being forced to marry has ties into darker shit than you can ever imagine. Her marrying him clears her father of his debt. Don’t you dare sit here and act as if she’s about to go live happily ever after. She’s letting go of her happily ever after to walk into a nightmare, just so you are safe,” he growls.
All the breath evaporates in my lungs. I couldn’t breathe and my heart won’t even beat. The love of my life, the woman who broke the darkness for me, was heading for danger and maybe even death. The worst part of it all was, I was powerless to stop it.
The guy takes a step back and runs his hands through his blonde cropped hair, seemingly agitated. Whatever I was thinking was erased by the gut tightening concern for Faith. Whether she wanted me or not, I wanted her and would stop at nothing to protect her.
“I probably shouldn’t have told you all that. Just… Just stay away from her. Please. I’m trying to figure out how to get her out of it. Until I do, you need to back the hell off or you’ll cause her more danger than she’s in right now.”
“I can’t back away. I’m sorry but I can’t. I love her. It’s not something I can shut off.”
“I’m not asking or expecting you to. What I’m saying is…,” he sighs. “Forget about her.”
“I’m not sure I can do that.”
“Well, if you love her at all, or care about her safety, you will,” he says sadly, turns, and starts walking off.
With him went my last shred of hope I had left in my body. She was gone. Faith was no longer mine, but another man’s. Will I ever get my girl back? Looking at the back of the disappearing guard, my guess is no.
Chapter Three
Faith
Eighteen years old…
They couldn’t be serious! No fucking way am I doing this. I’m not… no way! Not fucking happening. That sorry excuse for a man can take his dick somewhere else. I’m not doing it! Yeah, I might sound like a petulant child right now, but we don’t live in the eighteen hundreds. I’m not doing it.
“Lia?”
“What’s up sweetie?”
“I’m ready to start.”
There is a moment of silence before I hear her voice.
“Are you sure?”
I met Lia back when I was in boarding school. I love her dearly. She’s the only friend I have. And I’m talking about a true friend. There are many around me that will come by to get their names in the papers or meet high class people. Those were leeches not friends.
“Yes.” I wipe the tears from my eyes. “They took it all away from me. I’m giving them nothing now. I’m not being the little good girl. They want to fuck my life up and take away my only ounce of happiness, then I’m going to teach them a lesson. Please let me do this. I need to.”
Lia ran a business that caters to private parties. She had told me that any time I wanted to break from my goodie two shoes role she’d always have a place for me with her. I don’t care if I really didn’t want to fuck any of these men, that I really only wanted to make love to one man, but because I can’t have that… I’m done. Doing this will really teach my parents and that so called perfect man a fucking lesson.
My heart disappeared when I ran from Logan to keep him safe. I know my father. The kinds of things I’ve overheard him talk about… He would hurt Logan. I love him enough to let him go so he was safe. I’ll forever love him. I’ll forever miss him, but I can’t have him.
This Tony character was going to get the bride, fine, but she was going to be a whore. That’s what he deserved. That’s what they all deserved.
“Okay fine. I’ll come by and pick you up tonight.”
“No, we’ll meet at our normal place. There’s no way I’m taking the chance for them to stop me. I’ll see you in ten.”
Hanging up the phone, I head straight to my closet. Walking inside, I run my hand over the clothes as I walk to the back of it. It was all preppy stuff. The things that you wore to be in competition with all the other stuck up snobs.
Stopping, I see the jacket of Logan’s. He had given it to me one night when I was cold but didn’t want to leave him. Changing, I put on the tightest pair of jeans I had. Then thumbing through the shirts, I found the tank top that Logan liked. It hung low on my bigger breasts.
Moving out of the closet and into my bathroom, I sit at the vanity. Looking at my reflection, my dark hair pulled back in its normal bun. Quickly releasing it, my hair tumbles down, falling down my back and over my shoulders. Brushing it and adding my styling, it looks sleek and… dare I say it… sexy.
Pulling out my makeup kit, that I very rarely use, I sift around for my eye liner. Applying some dark eye liner, my eyes seem to just jump from my face. Looking through the kit, I find red lipstick and apply it darkly. Blotting my lips, I stand and look at my reflection, almost not recognizing the woman that stared back at me. Smiling, this was exactly what I need to do.
Grabbing my purse, I leave my room and head down the stairs. My mom calls from behind me, but I keep walking.
“Where are you going Faith? Tony will be over here tonight,” she continues to call from behind me.
What the fuck did I care if he came over? The last time he was here, he raped me and beat me, but Mommy and Daddy dearest didn’t care.
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br /> “It’s not rape Faith. He’s your significant other.”
Fuck that! I didn’t want to and he tied me to the bed and took what he wanted, hitting me as I continued to struggle and plead with him to stop. That was not consensual, nor is the fact that I’m being forced to marry him.
It’s been four months since I last saw Logan. Four months. I’ve not wanted to do anything, go nowhere, nothing. My life sucked and the only thing that made it worth it, I had to push away. Tonight was the start of making them pay.
Slamming the door shut behind me, I walk to my car and peel out of the drive. Looking in my rearview mirror, I can see Beau hot on my tail. Beau following me didn’t piss me off. He was my brother. He was my best friend outside of Lia of course. He’s been watching over me for as long back as I can remember.
Pulling into the restaurant parking lot, I looked at myself in the mirror before exiting the car. Walking straight inside, I go right over to the table we always get and wait on Lia to show up. She was never on time. It amazes me that she can even run a business.
Looking around the restaurant, it really hasn’t changed any in all the years that I’ve been sneaking off here. It was still as dingy as ever with its chipped Formica tables, ripped upholstered booth seats. The walls are no better. I never touch them. It is just the place to come to so my parents didn’t find me.
I love Lia to death, but my parents consider her a bad influence. Maybe she was, but at least she never forces me to do things I don’t want to. She never took away my voice.
My eyes meet Beau’s and he glares at me. He knows what I’m about to do and I don’t give a damn. Beau was only twelve years older than me. I’m close to him, really close to him. He’s my only saving grace back at the house. Honestly, I consider him family verses my real family.
He’s saved me more times than I can count from my father’s wrath, but it was just that reason that I wanted to do this too. Beau shouldn’t be the one stepping in here. It shouldn’t be him. Actually there shouldn’t be anything to step in front of. They’re my parents for crying out loud!
Shaking my head, I push all the thoughts of my horrible parents and my forced engagement. Two guys approach my table, their eyes roaming my body.
“Hey sexy,” one of the guys say after a moment of lingering on my breasts.
“What do you perverts want?”
“Bits and pieces, your bits and pieces,” the other guy says huskily.
“Oohh, swoon… not,” I sneer sarcastically.
“Not trying to woo you honey. Just want to fuck you, both of us do.”
“Well, her going rate for a threesome is five hundred dollars and you need to make an appointment,” Lia says as she breezes past them and sits in the seat across from me.
The look of shock on their faces has me struggling to keep from laughing in their faces. They whisper back and forth between each other before turning to Lia.
“Where do we make an appointment?”
“With me,” she says in her best business tone.
“When’s the soonest we can get a piece?”
She looks at me and I shrug. What the fuck do I care anymore? The one thing I wanted was gone. Lost to me forever. I’ll never forget Logan, but I can’t have him. If I can’t have him, I don’t want anyone else.
“Now?” Lia asks them.
Their faces erupt into huge grins. “Perfect. We’ll get your money now.” They hurry off.
“Five hundred dollars,” I whisper shocked.
“Yeah, I told you. You can make a lot of money. That’s the goal, right?”
“Yeah, if I make enough money I might be able to escape my parents and take control of my life again.”
“What’s really going on?”
That’s Lia, she knows bullshit when she hears it.
“I fell in love and had it yanked from me before I could even blink an eye.”
She leans forward resting her elbows on the table. “Tell me all about it.”
So I did. I told her all about Logan and what my parents are making me do. When talking to Lia, I spare no details. She hates not knowing everything.
“So that’s why you changed your mind,” she mutters more to herself than to me. “Are you sure you want to go down this road though?”
“What’s it matter? I can’t be with Logan without his life being in danger.”
“But what if a time comes that you can go back to Logan… Will you be okay with all you’ve done?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
The two guys come back and pay Lia. She smiles sadly at me as I climb out of the booth. Handing me a key, she tells the guys to go across the street to room nine hundred and four. As I walk out with these two guys, I see Beau’s eyes bug out of his head.
# # #
I slide the key in the door and turn the knob. Walking into the room, I try to keep my nerves at bay. Only having had sex with one other person (well, willingly. Tony raped me and I find it hard to count that moment), my experience level is very low. But somehow I have to make it worth five hundred dollars.
No pressure.
Turning around to face the guys, red haired guy kisses me hard. His moan vibrates through his chest and into mine. How am I going to make it believable? Then a thought occurs to me. Maybe it was my heart crying out for its other half, but I knew how I could pull this off. I’d pretend they were Logan.
That thought fueling my movements, I reach up and dig my fingers into the guy’s hair, pulling slightly. The other guy comes up behind me and his hands roam my body as he presses kiss after kiss across my shoulder and up my neck.
Bravely, I remove my hands from the red haired guy’s hair and brazenly move them to each of the men’s crotches, rubbing and massaging them through their pants. Each of them begins thrusting their hips into my hands, as we rotate back and forth on who kisses me.
Soon they’re both stepping back and clothes fly everywhere. Standing there naked in front of these men had me feeling self-conscious. But I didn’t have long to dwell on that before they are lowering me to the bed. The guy with the red hair begins to kiss me again, while the black haired one begins to lap at my pussy.
I wish I could feel what he was doing, but they were really doing nothing for me. All it took was one look from Logan and I was coming apart at the seams. Maybe this was all pointless.
Black haired pulls away and I feel his tip at my entrance. Pulling away from red haired, I tell him to put a condom on. The guy groans, but does as I instructed. He thrusts hard into me. Red hair kneels next to my head and presents me with his dick.
I begin sucking first on the head before slowly moving down the shaft. Bringing my hand up, I work his shaft as I concentrate on the head of his cock. Again, I picture Logan and Logan’s reaction when I gave him head for the first time.
Before long they are switching, red hair rolled on a condom and thrusts into me. I begin working black haired’s dick. They were moaning, cursing and grunting while I remain silent. As long as they enjoy it, it’ll make the five hundred dollars worth it.
“Ah, fuck! I’m going to cum.”
I didn’t want to swallow so I pull back. “Cum on my tits, baby.”
He shifts down slightly, jerking his dick for all it was worth. Soon the other guy was joining him. He kneels on the other side of me, both moaning and hissing their breath through their teeth before finally erupting on my breasts. They covered them completely before collapsing on either side of me, panting and out of breath.
# # #
Walking back into the restaurant, I wonder if Lia will still be here. Imagine my surprise when I find Lia and Beau going at it. To anyone else, not that there was a whole lot in here, it would look like they were just making out heavily, but I knew how Lia worked.
She was totally fucking Beau right here in a public restaurant. When I got to the table, I hear Beau breathe, “Fuck, I’m cumming.”
“Shit me too,” she moans loudly.
Once
they calm down and are just sitting there breathing heavy, lightly kissing, I speak up.
“You guys were a little loud.”
Lia jumps and falls off Beau’s lap. I cover my eyes, not wanting to see him.
“We’re covered now,” I hear Beau say.
“Thank fuck for that,” I say as I slide into the seat across from them. The smile wouldn’t leave my face.
“Someone had a good time,” Lia smirks.
“What? Oh, God no,” I shudder. “I’m smiling at you two.”
“Oh, don’t go thinking something that’s not here. She didn’t want me going after you. I needed fucked. So, she occupied me while you were gone.” Beau says pointedly.
“So how was your first time?”
“Sucked, I couldn’t get into it. But whatever doesn’t matter.”
Chapter Four
Faith
“Where have you been?” My father hisses when I walk in the door.
“Out,” I say flatly and continue walking past him.
“You don’t leave without permission,” he growls.
“I’m eighteen. I’ll leave when I want to,” I hiss as I spin around to face him.
“You are in my house! You’ll follow my rules! You are my daughter…” He rants.
Oh, I’ve had enough of him and this holier than thou pedestal he’s set himself up on. His daughter? Oh p-a-lease.
“Your daughter?” I seethe, yelling so loudly my voice echoed off the empty entry way.
The way this room was done up was exactly the type of family we had. Sporadic moments of family togetherness followed by a lot of emptiness. The thought almost detours me from my current rant.
“Your daughter?” I say again. “If I was your daughter at all, you wouldn’t be making me marry a self-absorbed prick that fucks his real wife whenever he can. You wouldn’t let him rape and beat me and you wouldn’t have sent the only bit of happiness I’ve had in this God forsaken house away! I’m not your fucking daughter! I’m your pawn! Get it fucking right!”
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