by Mercy Cortez
"Ms Payne, we are ready for you"
I took a deep breath and answered
"i'll be right down".
I got to the door, and I saw the Bentley I had seen in the parking lot, it was his. I held my breath and closed my eyes, my hands were shaking, I walked out and Eric got out the car
"Ms. Payne, Mr. Edge is already in the back seat"
He opened the passenger door for me and I reluctantly got in, I saw him, his thick, luscious blond hair. His eyes dark and penetrating, he was wearing an expensive suit, a green tie, somehow matching my dress perfectly, his shirt was a pristine white, and I could see the firmness of his chest and I felt my mouth water, I knew this magnetism to him was strong and I didn't know if I could stand it, I had to remind myself to be strong and that he just wanted to use me. As I sat next to him, the heat radiated around us.
"You look beautiful, Melissa. You found your clothes, that dress makes your eyes sparkle, stunning" his velvet voice bled through me, and I hated it, the control he had, I inhaled hard and took back my thoughts.
"Jar- Mr. Edge, where are we going? Where are my clothes? Why is - the apartment isn't what we agreed" he laughed lightly and I felt offended, he laughed like he knew every word that I was going to say, it made me angry.
"Melissa, can't you just be grateful, say thank you and get over it" his voice was sharp, nonchalant, smooth.
"You didn't answer my questions, Mr. Edge" I said it harsh, whipping my tongue at him. He chuckled, amused by everything.
"No I didn't, did I" he grabbed my hand, and brought it to his lips, it was romantic, sexual and possessive. My hand was still shaking. He made me furious. I pulled my hand away.
"That's it, pull over. I don't need this, whatever you want, it isn't me, find someone else who will be your fuck buddy, it isn't me!" I shouted with venom.
"Shut up, Ms. Payne. I want you. Not someone else. You" He sounded so calm.
"Why? I looked you up before I officially accepted the position, you have women dripping off you, a new woman every week. Surely not boning me isn't really much of an issue" I tried to sound strong but my racing heart and shaking hands betrayed me.
"Because I get what I want and I like a challenge. Now, what do you want?" he sounded curious, about me, who I was.
“l want to get out of this car!” I pulled on the door handle, it was locked. He pressed the button by his seat and yelled, brash, harsh - he was angry, in fact he was fucking angry.
"Eric, keep driving till I say otherwise!" Eric didn't answer but it was clear he heard, Jared let go of the button and stared at me, so intense, so angry.
"What is your problem? What do you want, no bullshit, you want me too. What is stopping you?" His voice hit me like a brick, I felt such pressure, constricted.
"I'm not a fuck toy, you are my boss, it isn't professional" I was lying a little but I wasn't going to tell him the whole truth.
"Melissa - I said no bullshit. Tell me" His words. He was ordering me and I couldn't defy it. I wanted to. Something in me couldn't
"I'm not what you want, trust me" my voice grew small, so insecure.
"I would like to be the judge of that, please let me" he sounded so compassionate, almost caring. My eyes burned.
"Please, Jared" I couldn't do it. I can't. He smiled, his smile so sweet and alluring, he was thinking of something deep.
"Please what, Melissa? Stop trying to have you? What?" He smirked, like a game to him.
"Please let me go, I need to, I can't be this close like this to you- I can't take it" I was honest and it scratched at my heart, I hated being vulnerable in anyway, especially to him.
"Okay Mel, but I need you to join me to this benefit, as my assistant. Nothing else" He watched my response and he went to caress my cheek but dropped his hands to his side.
"Please?" I felt an ache in his voice, like it hurt him to ask, and I looked into his eyes, the darkness gone, a lost little boy stare looking back and I couldn't help it.
"Okay"
He pressed the button by his seat again
"Thank you, Eric, we can stop now."
I took a deep intake of breath and knew that I had just agreed to something I shouldn't have. Eric stopped the car and walked around to open my door, I slowly escaped the Bentley and swiftly Jared was by my side. The building was a town house, it was grand, stone build and a large expanse of the front was taken up by the intimidating large red doors. The banner above read 'Those who have felt violence, never be alone' I looked up at Jared and he was already softly gazing at me, he reached his hand to the small of my back and directed me into the door, as we entered the threshold I felt myself want to run. Jared grabbed my hand and breathed into my ear.
"Calm down, I won't let you go" how could a man who was so direct suddenly go from ordering me to soothing my panicked mind. He whisked me across the tiled white floor and introduced me to many Directors and Partners of companies that I had never heard of. After some time Jared pulled me to him, behind one of the dark columns that were scattered around the large ball room, he looked into my eyes, and I felt lost, melting in his stare, I could feel the intense magnetism, he spoke softly and sincerely.
"I don't know if this is over the line but I can't stop looking at you, so incredibly beautiful, I'm sorry I should have kept quiet"
My cheeks were painted crimson and his eyes smiled in delight, he went to touch my reddened cheek but he read the discomfort of it from my face, he backed away and the sad look he wore in the car re appeared. I needed to talk to him but not here, he sighed and let me go, he didn't touch me again and I almost felt a twinge of hurt that he was no longer trying to. I started speaking to a Canadian man, he explained the purpose of the event, how men and women have violence impact their lives and how his sister had been in a destructive relationship and how she became morose when her partner wouldn't call or when he would tell her she was worthless, I said to him how it always amazed me that these people could say they love someone they could treat so badly, how it wasn't real love. We spoke of more pleasant things and he asked about my career, I kept it light not knowing if I even had one anymore. As he spoke I looked over him, he was roughly my age, dark hair and brown eyes. It occurred to me that Jared was not my usual type at all, Michael, the Canadian was. So why did I feel so transfixed by him? As Michael was wrapping up our conversation he started to flirt a little, he commented on my 'emerald' eyes and my beautifully blushing cheeks, he asked if I came here with someone, before I could open my mouth, I felt his arms squeeze my waist and Jareds sultry voice hit hard
"She is with me. Micheal, always a pleasure" the words came out but the feeling of tension was palpable, I wanted to get him off me and tell him I wasn't with him at all, but I liked it, the desperate need I had for being wanted and needed made me crave this feeling of possession. Michael stared at Jared with a hooded gaze and a dark expression, his whole body felt different to me, menacing. Suddenly Michael looked angry and he gracefully took my hand and kissed it, he said he would call me, even though I hadn't given him my number, I had a feeling it was more to enrage Jared than to bring me any hope. The night continued and then Jared escorted me to the car, when we got in we both had a lot to say.
"You were very quiet, Melissa"
"I didn't want to discuss "- I struggled for the words to meet my lips - "us"
He stared at me curiously, "Want to talk about it now?" he placed his hand over my thigh and the car began to move
"Mr. Edge, what is it about me that enthralls you?" a smile spread over him mouth
"I have to be honest, I have no idea the exact thing. The way you move, the way you say my name, the way you blush every time I mention just how stunning you are and how every time your cheeks glow red, I want to touch them, kiss them" his smile never left his face, it felt genuine.
"I don't understand" I choked out.
"Why are you thinking so hard about it..." he finally caressed my cheek like he had been wanting to "you like me touching
you, why deny what you want?”
I hated myself in that minute as I let out a low moan and his grin turned devilish, he closed his eyes and soaking in the strength of the sound that had escaped my lips.
"You shouldn't moan like that if you want to remain innocent" he opened his eyes as if he could barely control himself and I moved my hands over to his chest, I hadn't meant to, but my body needed him, more than I could control; his eyes turned fiery and he breathed out
"Why were you talking to Michael?" I was a little shocked, he sounded... hurt.
"He was being nice, I was being polite" the fire in his eyes left as he was realising something.
"Melissa, I could tell you liked it when I stopped it from happening" I shook my head, not because I didn't enjoy it but because I wish I hadn't. He firmly placed his lips on mine and I kissed hard back, I was suddenly desperate for him, I threw my hands roughly through his hair, it was soft and just long enough to lightly tug. He made gentle licks inside my mouth, sweet and precise and I groaned in his, I pushed my tongue so I could trace the tip over his, his hands were exploring the curves in my hips. He sucked gently on my tongue and I felt the wetness between my thighs, I knew I should stop but I couldn't, I had his scent dripping off me and then he slowly pulled away, I caught my breath and he looked like he had just won the lottery, so gleeful and yet still dark and sexy. I shot my eyes over his body and noticed the heightened part of his trousers, he was just as into it as I was, he had some control over my body and I didn't want to relinquish it, not yet.
I felt the car pull up and he gripped my hand, he looked at me
"We need to talk, please join me?" I simply nodded. We got out the car and I looked over what I assumed to be his house, it was small, a little detached cottage, thatched, you never saw these houses in London, I wondered how far out of London he lived, it was clear it was purpose built with 'Edge Lodge' etched on a plank of wood nailed into the door. He shoved the key in the lock and we walked inside. He told me to take a seat and then he sat next to me and I asked him wearily.
"Okay, speak. What is it you want?" I asked.
"I have told you, nothing deep, nothing meaningful I don't do romance, and I don't do cuddles when you cry. I just want to have you"
"Is... are you .... do you have any other girls?" I had no idea if it even mattered
"Currently. No." He said bluntly
"Currently?" I quizzed
"I'm pursuing you and I am monogamous so to speak. If this happened you would be too"He never broke his stride, disguise over his eyes, hard and determined. He was powerful and he knew it.
"Why no romance? How far does that go?"
"Melissa I won't fall in love with you and you can't fall for me, therefore I have no need for romance, I like to have what I want and I want you" I swallowed deep, men were not usually this forward with me, I was 'dainty' and treat like an innocent, he stared at me and I felt a question fire inside him.
"Melissa, I must ask ... what experience do you have?" Experience, shit. I couldn't say virtually none. I was embarrassed, and I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want him to know about my past, when he mentioned my uncle before I fought it. I wasn't going to tell him what he did, I spat out
"I'm not a virgin. If that's what you mean but.. ' I wasn't lying, technically "I haven't been for a while but I also haven't been intimate in a long time either" He looked at me half smiling, half shocked.
"Seriously? How could anyone keep their hands off of you?" I laughed a little, at the fact that he was so near my reasoning and he didn't know it. I changed the subject.
"What if I say no?"
"I keep asking till the only option is yes. I always win, Ms. Payne."
Chapter Four
I barely remember getting home, to my way over priced apartment. I didn't sleep with him. Lord knows I wanted to. The issue here was that I had issues that I had never discussed, no one knew and if he was already digging, what if he struck gold and found my big bad?
I couldn't think about it. If I say no he will dig anyway. Ugh.
I woke up and got ready, I had no idea where to go for work but at eight Eric came to pick me up. I arrived at work and I felt so nervous. I still had no idea what to do.
I got to the front desk and asked where I should go, top floor of the building, seems Jared liked the view, what a shock. I got in the lift and as I reached my desk I saw a small card.
Melissa
I'm out most of the day. Ask Luke what to do.
I WILL be back for the answer. So be prepared. I left a work phone.
USE IT.
Yours
Jared.
My loins burnt at the 'yours', how I wanted that to be true. I made my decision then. I needed this. Just sex. That's all. I mean he works a lot, he won't even see me that much, I doubt he is here a lot. I need to get over this, over my issues.
I got up and went to find Luke when he found me. He explained the filing system and all the other dull happenings, I watched the clock... 1pm... still nothing.... 3pm... not here.
Then, at 4.12pm, he came through the elevator and my desk pointed straight toward it. I smiled wide, almost excited. My smile faded as he walked out with another woman, petit, blond, stunning. I automatically hated her. He ignored me entirely and laughed with her as he entered his office. I felt so stupid, I waited till dead on five and left for the day.
Then the phone buzzed loud in my purse, I pulled it out, he had input his name as 'Your, Jared'. It made me angry. I pressed cancel and carried on walking. He rang again and I remembered. Work phone. What if he needed something for work. I answered it and he yelled
"Don't ever cancel my call again! I told you I would talk to you, you should have waited..."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Mr. Edge, it is 5pm, I assumed my working day was done and I cancelled the phone call by accident, this phone is new, still working it out" I made it up as I went along and was surprised by my ability to lie on my feet.
"Melissa, don't play stupid. Get your arse back here or I will hunt it down and drag it back" He ordered and made me hold my breath
"I'll be right there." I shut the phone up and went back to his office, my hands were sweating. I knocked on the door and he opened it and grabbed my clammy hand, he pulled me in and told me to shut up, he stroked my cheek and then shoved his tongue down my throat, I managed to push him back off.
"Seriously? Melissa, what the hell do you want? Make a fucking decision."
So I made one. It was just sex right? I pulled him in and kissed back, and he threw his hands through my hair, his tongue licking hard over mine, picked me up by my thighs and wrapped them around him, he had a leather couch in his office and he threw me onto it, he quickly yanked his tie off and ripped his shirt off. I lay on the sofa looking over his sculpted chest, his deep pecks his hard abs, he came at me and grabbed my hair, he pulled it back exposing my throat, he kissed from my jaw down to my collarbone. He got to my shirt and ripped it off including the buttons, I gasped for breath and I grabbed his belt and threw it across the room, I pulled his trousers off, followed by his boxers. I needed him. He pushed himself into me and unhooked my bra, he kissed down my stomach. He removed my trousers and saw the black lace panties underneath, he pushed it to one side as he slid his finger lightly over my clit, I was already so wet for him, he looked at me and grinned.
"See, I knew you wanted this just as much as I did"
He pushed his fingers hard over my clit and I moaned, I felt the tip of him pressing onto my sex. I thrusted lightly and he groaned, sliding over my hole. I went again and his tip slid in, he grabbed under my back and my backside as he was laying between my thighs, he pushed me to him as he thrusted into me. My sex was so full from him and he thrusted hard
"Melissa, I wanted this when I first saw you, I wanted you right here on this couch, I wanted to be inside you" I cried out as I felt myself reaching a point of ecstasy. He was so hard inside me
"Yes, Melissa. I can fe
el it" I had never wanted it more in my life.
"You are so beautiful, I'm going to cum deep inside you" and he did, hard and fast, his warm cum deep inside. We both lay panting with him still inside me. I felt satisfied. Happy. I wasn’t sure how I would feel, I took a gamble and hoped it wouldn’t bring it all back, bring him back, I couldn’t tell Jared how huge this was for me, how I had just let only the second man ever in my life do that to me. Shouldn’t I feel sick and repulsed, why didn’t i? Maybe I knew it wasn’t my fault, never my fault. I chose this, I controlled this.
Then I remembered the blond woman.
"Jared, who was that woman? The blond" I asked almost scared for the answer
"She was the secretary here before you, you took over from he when she left and is now working in finance, why?" He said like it was nothing. Was she before me. Did she fuck him right here too
"Did you ...do this with her?"
"What? Where the hell did that come from?" he was angry -again.
"It is just a question" I replied innocently while my head filled with images of them together
"I'm not answering that, Mel" he warned, I got up and pulled out of him, grabbing my clothes I headed for the door when he came up behind me and took my clothes from my hands and threw them back on the floor, he kissed up my arm and I pushed him away, gathering my clothes and throwing them on.
"Ok, fine. Yes. As a matter of fact I fucked her a weeks ago, the day of your interview, right on that desk. Happy?" Why was he sounded so victimised? it was just a question.
I wished I hadn't asked. My heart ached and I looked into his eyes
"Happier if you told me that before" and I slammed the door and left, my.dignity still in his office but luckily my clothes on my person.
I finally got out of the building, angry as hell, I had been so stupid. I knew better and he just used me. Used again. How many girls had he done this too? I know it is just sex, and I keep repeating that but I don't want to be just another girl he fucked. It makes me feel dirty. As I got outside I realised I had no clue where the hell I lived, Eric always drove me.
