Mr. Edwards takes me out to breakfast as a very fancy caffe, and it's a very nice place and they have great food. I eat like a horse because I haven't been this hungry in ages and it feels nice to be spoiled like this and treated nicely, and sitting here with Jaxon is comforting, in a strange way. This handsome man is known by everyone and I even feel lik royalty because he's introducing me to people as if I'm really his, and it's such an amazing feeling.
We don't talk that much, just eat and make some small talk with eachother but it's nice to have some company even if it has to be this stubborn man. After we're finished he drives me to where I live and just as I'm about to get out of the car is when he asks me if he can use my bathroom. Obviously, I agree to it and don't turn him down.
We walk up to my apartment and I unlock the door, letting him inside and showing him where the bathroom is. Once he gets out, I silently stand beside the sink and he swiftly makes his way over to me, stopping only feet away. Swalowing hard is when I finally inhale a deep breath.
"Are you thirsty?" I softly wonder, my voice hoarse and nervous. "Would you like a drink?"
He blatantly shakes his head, his eyes narrowed. "No," he firmly answers.
"Um, are you hungry?
I ignore his answer and sigh. "We have some food. I can make something?" I nicely offer.
"We just ate." I glance over to him and frown at his unfriendly tone, gulping a few moments later once I realize the confusion and suspicion spread across his face.
And I fake a grin, inhaling another cautious deep breath. "Oh, right. I err, forgot. Well I think I'm just going to make some coffee. I'd like a cup of coffee. What do you think?"
"Sasha... What's wrong?" Mr. Edwards cautiously asks me with his big intense eyes, his eyebrows narrowing while I quickly drop my gaze down at the floor. But he immediately places his long lean talented fingers under my chin and lifts my head up so our eyes lock together in a silent stare. And he frowns, looking really nervous as his full lips slightly part. "You're babbling like crazy right now. Your forehead is thick with sweat." He wipes away the slight wetness at the corner of my head beside my hairline with his thumb, causing me to shudder beneath his touch. "Tell me, tell me what's wrong. "
"Nothing," I quietly mutter, and he suddenly glares at me in what looks like anger.
He shakes his head in complete frustration and a soft gasp escapes from my lips because I'm unsure of how he's going to react to the way I'm now feeling. "What the fuck do you mean, nothing? Sasha, you need to learn to talk to me. To tell me what you're thinking. To trust me--"
"I can't trust you, okay? That's the thing..." I rush out unthinkingly, shocked at myself after my jaw snaps shut and my heart falls in my chest. Bnut it's the honest to God truth and I heard him perfecty clear; he wants honesty, always.
"You can't be serious. Or are you serious? Fucking hell! You're giving me whiplash!"
After his growl I clear my throat, his face softening. "I'm sorry, Mr. Edwards. I can't go though with this deal. I really aprreiciate it though, please understand that. You offering to pay me ten thousand dollars is very thoughtful of you. But I can't do this. I have to change my answer, to no."
He stares down at me long and hard, looking as if I had just shot him in the chest, and nothing but pure confusion courses through him. His beautiful body tenses and his eyes narrow dramatically, and when he steps forward is when I move back without even being aware of it. Jaxon takes another step towards me and this time my back hits the hard wall, stopping me from putting anymore distance between us. I begin to get very scared from the upsetting expression that has now completely crossed his face, until he lifts his hand again and gently cups my neck.
"You can't take back your answer," he firmly says, cocking his head to the side in silence.
I break it a few seconds later. "Yeah, I can. I can't be your sex slave," I anxiously tell him, frowning in suspense once he begins to glare at me, because I realize what I've said. "Submissive, I mean. I can't agree to this. I can't just sign your contract and become what you want me to be."
"Ms. Pierce, stop talking."
"Don't tell me to stop talking. I'm being very serious right now, Jaxon."
I watch intensely as he stares down at me in what seems to be a burst of slight fear definitely along with shock, but he only looks even angrier at me. "Sasha, don't do this. I won't allow you to do this. You're fuckng with my head and I don't like it," he harshly snaps, his jaw clenching tightly afterwards as he drops his hand and his eyes close and remain that way, almost like he's literally stopping himself from losing his temper with me.
Sighing, entirely hopeless with how I'll be getting the money now, is when I shake my head and continue to look at him in desperation. "I'm... I'm sorry. I can't. I didn't sign anything yet. You can't tell me what to do and expect me to just obey your orders when I don't belong to you--"
"No," he loudly grunts, sharply exhaling as his eyes open in a simple blink of an eye.
And I can't help but scowl at him in frustration. "No? What do you mean no? I already told you I can't do this deal with you, and since I'm not yours and you don't own me, I'm free to do whatever I want. I don't trust you enough to become your submissive--"
"Move in with me then." Once these words leave his mouth, I'm stunned to say the least. Mostly due to the fact that he looks so serious and I have no idea what he actually means. He wants me to move in with him? Without being his submissive? Why? How? I look up into his intimitating but yet beautiful eyes in question, but before I can say a word he speaks up. "Don't sign the contract. We won't have sexual relations just yet. Come move into my house and learn you can trust me."
"Seriously?" I softly ask him, blinking uncontrollably.
"Yes. Pack your bags, now." His voice is very controling and dominant but I'm so surprised with this option he's giving me. He wants me to trust him and that has to mean something, right? His eyebrows scrunch together and his eyes instantly narrow, and it looks like he's staring at me as if I have five heads probably because I'm practically immobile in front of him. "Unless you still are against leaving this luxery apartment you've got here," He mumbles, with pure sarcasm.
"So, let me make sure I'm getting this straight." I fold my arms tightly across my chest and I look up at him as determined and brave as I can. "Even though I basically just took back my answer, you're still willing to work this deal out with me, in any way that you possibly can? You're willing to just take me with your across the country to let me live in your mansion with you, but yet you know there's a chance I'll just end up turning this whole thing down? That's just plain weird."
"I want you, Sasha. I'll do whatever it takes."
I stare at him with nothing but pure shock spread across my face, really confused to be honest with what he's offering me right now. Does he serious want to have me this much, that he's willing to go all the way to this extreme extent... "You want me to move in with you. Why?"
"So you can learn to trust me and we can make this relationship work," he sternly answers, gazing down at me with a dark expression that has completely overtaken his handsome facial features. His eyes widen in antisipation but I stay silent, hesitating. "My jet is schedualed to land in a little less than an hour, Ms. Pierce. Give me your answer. Now. I need to know."
And everything in me tells me to not leave with him, red flags are raised and my heart is pounding with a rush of fear but I can't help but have excitement course through my veins as well. Without even thinking it through, I lift my head and hold it high with a slight grin at my lips.
"Okay," I anxiously give in, releasing a deep breath as his frown fades away and he seems to be much more relaxed than he was a few seconds ago. He continues to stare down at me in silence, before I decide it would be a good idea to keep speaking. "I'll try it. I'll move in with you and you can gain my trust. I don't mean for it to sound so rude when I say I can't trust you, but I just met you last night and I know nothing about you besides you being into this crazy lifestyle."
"Do you need help packing your bags?" He unexpectedly questions, and I raise an eyebrow in slight confusion but humor at the same time.
"Um, no. It's okay. I can do it by myself," I carefully rush out before he can say a word, and he stands motionless in front of me, still so close I can almost feel his breath on my forehead. "I kind of just want to be alone for a little bit while I get some stuff together--" But he cuts me off from finishing my sentence as soon as he turns around and faces his back to me while he starts to make his way over to a doorway, which leads to my friend's room. "Hey!" I exclaim, my jaw dropping as I quickly chase after him. "What the hell!"
He faces me and shakes his head. "I'm guessing this isn't your room," he cautiously lets out under his breath, and I nod as he walks towards the other door which is to my room.
Embarressed and not wanting him to see my room because it's obviously a little personal, I dart over to him, jumping in front of him as I slam my back against the door in complete aggravation and defiance. He stops about a foot away from me and frowns in response. "A little privacy here, Jaxon. This is my room and I want to pack my shit by myself, thank you. Now get out of my way!"
"Excuse me!" He fiercely snaps, nearly shouting so suddenly that I flinch from the loudness and upsetting tone of his voice. His nostrils flare and his pupils become slightly bigger, glaring at me through his long dark eyelashes, actually causing me to bite my tongue from shock.
My heart drops in my chest and I begin to get light headed but before I can speak or make any moves, his hands hardly slam against the door on both sides of my head, the pound of it making my jump and yelp. His arms rest against the bare skin on my neck. He cautiously leans down with his face so close to me that his mouth is only inches away from mine, and I'm able to feel his warm breath blowing against my slightly parted lips. His beautiful blue and mysterious eyes squint half closed while he gazes deep and lustfully into my brown eyes, and he honestly makes me entirely speechless just from the way he's staring at me.
I breathe in the intoxicating scent of cologne that he's wearing and without even allowing myself to process what I'm about to do is when I lift my hands and gently place them against his chest, right over his heart. I look at my hands and feel his heartbeat against my palm, and it's thumping just as wildly as mine is which surprises me. The moment when I look up and our eyes lock together is when I notice how scary he's suddenly gazing down at me, almost like he's stunned and upset with how I put my hands on his chest, so I immediately drop them to my sides.
"Don't do that. Ever, again. Not when I'm angry."
"Sorry," I softly mutter to him until unexpectedly, he takes my wrists firmly in his large hands and he holds them up above my head against the frame of the door.
"It will torture me because I'll want to fuck you even more," he says in a husky deep voice.
This takes me by complete surprise so I don't even have time to react, but after remembering how much pleasure he gave me this morning I'm literally about to open my door and throw myself onto my bed for him. His muscular body leans against mine and our eyes never disconnect until he leans his head down and presses his full moist lips against my neck. And holy hell, does it feel amazing. He guides them against my skin and the soft sensation sends the shivers all over my body, his hair brushing the side of my face while I breathe in his smell. The tip of his teeth suddenly graze right under my ear, and I realize it's a sensative spot the moment gets a soft and mumbled moan in my chest to travel up my throat and before I know it it's out loud for him to hear, pefectly.
"Shit," I whisper, biting my lip and tightly closing my eyes. "You have to stop."
"You don't want me to stop."
His warm and wet tongue runs across my skin on the side of my neck, causing another moan to be released from my mouth and the moment I try to pull my hands down he just holds onto me even tighter. "I do, I really do. Just stop fucking with me. You're... You're messing with my head."
"It's taking so much willpower for me to not fuck you, right now." He easily lets out in a snarl against my neck, pushing his waist harder up against mine, and I unexpectedly feel his large erection growing in his dress pants. He puts his knee between my thighs which suddenly spreads my legs and he rubs his crotch against my inner thigh. The friction of it feels so good, so amazing and incredible I actually begin to consider unbuttoning his pants to let him have his way with me. I allow my eyes to close as he trails his full lips down my throat, getting the imagine of him naked. His to die for body, oh those abs he has and lower v-shape forming at his hips, and his distinct happy trail leading down to his cock. I picture him fucking me and wetness pools between my legs, just the thought of him taking me turns me on to the fullest. I need to find my release. I'm desperate to come. "I want to take you right here, against this goddamn door." His lips trail down to my collarbone and it's torturing me to such a strong extent that another moan comes from my mouth, and I arch my back pressing my body closer to his. "HARD."
And all of a sudden, the front door is thrown open and standing in the doorway is Natalie, walking inside and lifting her head only to look directly at me. "Oh shit," I dramatically gasp, anxiously biting my lip as Jaxon drops my hands from above my head and easily steps a foot back. "Natalie, hey."
Her gaze is no longer on me once he turns around to face her, expressing a formal and happy grin in her direction, and it looks as if she melts inside. Big green eyes widen and her mouth falls open partially, and my best friend seems to be flabbergasted by his appearance in our shitbox apartment. I can tell immediately that his good looks are killing her mentally and physically, just from the way her whole face is lit up and she's beaming a friendly smile at him.
"Hi there!" She loudly says in her bubbily voice, quickly making her way over to us as he instantly holds his firm hand out between them.
"Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you, Natalie." Jaxon gazes at her and right when she places her hand in his, a dramatic sigh escapes from her mouth and she starts to blush in return. I glance up at his face and he's definitely smirking from the reaction she's giving him. "I've heard a lot about you."
I calmly release a sigh and widen my eyes from the shock of her unexpected presence. "Uh, this is her. My best friend. She's like my sister," I quietly tell him, trying to even out my breathing but epically failing in the process because of what she just walked in on. I anxiously smile after their hands part before I turn to look up at Jaxon. "And this is Mr. Edwards. . . He's, um." I hesitate and quickly glance at his calm and relaxed face, not knowing what to address him as.
"I'm an old friend. I actually just offered her a job as my assistant to acompany me on my business trips and in about an hour we're flying to California. She'll be staying with me for three months as of right now," he lets out with ease, completely lying and pulling it out of his ass while I nervously try to keep myself together. I have to lie to my friend, my only friend, the friend who means the world to me? This sucks. "It really was great meeting you. Sasha speaks highly of you. We really have to get going so I'm just going to help her get her stuff together."
"No, it's alright. Natalie will help me pack," I get the guts to speak over him, cutting him off from finishing his sentence as he snaps his head in my direction and anger is written all over his face. But it immediately fades away, and this time he gazes at me as if he's telling me in his head and warning me not to speak a word about our deal, but I anxiously look away and clear my dry throat. "I'll meet you outside after."
He's very silent and collected at first until he exhales a deep breath, smirking at me. "Of course, Sasha. I'll be waiting out front beside by my car," Mr. Edwards firmly states, before showing Natalie one last polite smile and quickly leaving our apartment and hardly closing the door behind him.
"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK!" She unexpectedly exclaims when I least expect it, taking me by shocked surprise as I quickly shush her. "You little bitch! You fucking bitch! I'm so jealous of you right now. You're sleeping with him? Tell me you're with that sexy man and I swear I'll kill you!"
"Nat, be quiet. If he's not down the hall by now he definitely just heard what you said," I softly exclaim in complete annoyance, rolling my eyes while she smirks at me in return. "And he already has quite the ego enough as it is. He doesn't need to think any higher of himself."
"Are you fucking Mr. tall dark and handsome or what?" She loudly demands, jumping up and down like a little kid while I roll my eyes in slight annoyance. Truly, I can't help but laugh. "Don't roll your eyes at me, girl. He's the most attractive man I have ever seen in my life. Where did you find him? How much did he pay?"
"I didn't sleep with him, Natalie. He didn't pay me anything, although he's actually a millionaire known by practically everyone. I stayed at the Pierre last night in his suite and it was unbelievable. You should take a look at his car."
"What on earth do you mean you're not sleeping with him?" She gasps, practically glaring at me afterwards as I anxiously widen my eyes in awkward silence. "I saw what I walked in on. He had your hands above the door and was like, devouring your neck with his tongue. It looked like you guys were screwing each other only you both have clothes on. I can only imagine what you would have done if I didn't walk in. He wants you."
I sharply sigh. "Yeah, I know. Trust me. He's made it very clear." I walk to my room as she folows behind me, and I rush to my dresser to open the drawer with my panties, pulling out a pair and thankfully remembering that I don't have any on. I step into them and suddenly, she grunts. "But I'm only his assistant. That is all. I told him that."
"Yeah, like I'll believe that. Why the hell are you not wearing any underwear? Is that like, a new rule?"
Carefully sighing, I pull them up my legs and turn to stare at her when I'm done. "It's honestly a really long, and weird, and confusing story. It's complicated," I shake my head and snort from embaressment. "I'll tell you about it another time. Now enough with the lecture and questions and help me pack."
After I have my bags packed and Natalie talks me ear off about how I should jump him as soon as I get into his car, is when I'm finally ready to leave. For three whole months I won't see this place and shit am I greatful for this. Even though I'm a little fearful of Jaxon Edwards and what is going to end up happening, I know that I really need to see if I can trust him because if I do, then this deal can definitely work out. And let's face it, I really do need the money.
"Call me as soon as you land, Sashy. I'm going to miss you so much! Even though I'm leaving too and taking a vacation. I don't think it will be for three whole months! And you'll get to be with sexy him." Natalie sadly whimpers, pouting out her bottom lip with watery eyes as I pull her into a tight embrace.
"I'm going to miss you too, Nat. I'll call when the jet lands."
She quickly pulls herself out of my arms and firmly grasps my shoulders, smirking at me out of nowhere and I can't help but laugh in response. "Really? He has his own personal jet? God, I would so kill to be in your shoes right now."
I show her a weak smile and let out a quiet breath. "You have no idea... I'll call you later."
As soon as I walk out of our apartment I close the door gently behind me and begin to drag my suitcase down the long hallway as fast as I can, when all of a sudden I hear a chuckle come from a man behind me. I dart around and hault to a stop only to realize it's him, Mr. Edwards, unfortunately. He's leaning his back against the wall beside the door with his muscular arms folded across the front of his suit, and he's looking at me with a humorous smirk which catches me off guard. I just frown in return and say nothing.
"Looks like someone's in a hurry," He barely has any sound to his voice, and the weird thing is that it sounds so seductive it's ridiculous! Jaxon pushes his back from the wall and slowly makes his way towards me, stopping when he's only mere inches away, staring down at my nervous gaze.
"I told you to wait outside," I sternly rush out, not caring about how rude I sound because this breathtakingly handsome man is driving me crazy. He's so dominant, so protective, so controlling... But in a strange way I actually like it and it really turns me on.
His grin fades away instantly after these words leave my mouth, but the funny thing is I don't even regret it. I don't regret it at all because in reality he's othe one on thin ice here. I'm not his, I'm myself. I control myself and I can do whatever I'd like until I sign his contract and agree to become his Submissive while getting paid for being his fake fiance in return. Jaxon Edwards deeply exhales and shakes his head at me, seeming to be annoyed as he tightly grabs my wrist and removes it from the handle of my suitcase, slightly hurting me in the process but I hold back my grunt.
"I don't know who you think you're talking to, Ms. Pierce, but I don't take orders from anyone. You must be out of your pretty little mind. I give orders, do you understand?" He sharply demands for me to answer him, as I glare at him.
"No, I don't understand. You're obviously a very difficult person to read and to understand, Jaxon. You should have realized this by now. I'm not yours yet so I don't have to understand anything." I carefully state, huffing softly under my breath while he tilts his head to the side and his eyes slightly narrow in response to these statements I had made.
"You're really pissing me the fuck off, Sasha. You have no idea how hard it is for me to not put you over my knee and spank you," he races out in his deep and threatening tone, groaning in pure furry as he grabs the handle of my suitcase and rolls it down the hallway in such a fast speed that I almost stumble on my heels. "I don't tolerate the kind of tone you're using with me and I don't like to be disrespected. You're putting me in a terrible mood. Cut the bullshit. How hard can it be for you to be easy on me? You know that I'm not use to dealing with women like you. I've never even met anyone like you. You're intentionally messing with my head. This is clearly already as hard as it is for me knowing I basically can't touch you until you sign my contract."
I hardly swallow down the lump of nerves I've built up in the back of my throat, not knowing how exactly I should respond to what he has just said to me. Keeping up with his pace, we enter the elevator and as soon as the doors close I hold my breath in antisipation, thinking maybe he'll pull the thing he did last time when he through my body up against the wall. But he looks straight ahead at the doors while I silently stare up at him, and a few seconds later they ding open so we walk out.
"Don't get your hopes up," I eventually let out in a careful mutter once we almost reach the doors leading to out of the apartmnt building. We come to a stop and our eyes lock in an intense stare, and something in his gaze is telling me that maybe I can trust him. "I don't know if this is going to work. . . I mean this deal. Us."
"It will. I'll have you, soon."
"But what if it doesn't work out?" I softly test him, and his jaw clenches shut tightly, so tight that I'm able to know this just by from how his jaw is twitching. "What if I end up saying no?"
"Then it was worth a try," he sarcastically lets out, opening the door and holding it open for me with a daring crooked grin spread acorss his face. "But don't worry, Sasha. That won't happen because you're going to find out you can trust me, just like all my other Subs have. Just like with regular relationships, trust is the same thing in our type of relationship. It's the same thing. Just think of it as... better sex."
I let out an anxious breath. "Just for the record though, I do want this arrangement to work out. Obviously not because of the sex, but because of the money. I want it to work. I hope it does."
"Do you?" Jaxon raises an eyebrow and gives me a sexy smirk, actually getting me to laugh in return. If he was this way all the time I would be with him in a heart beat. I want to be with this man and if doing it through this way is the only way I can have him, then so be it. This is what I have to do in order to have him. In order for him to have me.
And I'll do anything it takes to be with this sex God.