NATASHA
I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me but I didn’t know where in the room he was. Every man gawked at me but they didn’t dare make their move as I’m sure they saw his brand on me and knew I was off limits.
My wrists were sore from the tightness of the belt and I still felt the flutters of the butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Every thought, every movement, I could still feel him playing in my pool of ecstasy.
I wanted him to plant himself back inside of me but that was a one-night thing I would definitely keep stored in the special memories section of my brain. I did want another taste of the man before I made my escape. But I couldn’t pick him out of the crowd of similarly dressed men in the dimly lit room. And he didn’t seem to be seeking me out, even though he’d claimed me with his brand.
A few drinks later, a waitress walked up to me with a note and a chip wrapped inside of it. ‘You’ll need some much-needed rest for 24 hours of the unknown.’ it read and I looked around the room again, to no avail. I handed the young woman the chip back. “Tell him, no thank you for me, please.”
She nodded and looked at me with some confusion. I supposed most women kept the money they were given. But his claiming me then ditching me had me pissed off. I didn’t want money from the man, I wanted another round of mind blowing sex from him but he seemed to be hiding from me for some reason. So fuck him, was my only thought.
The liquor had me in a haze, as I stuck to wine on a day to day basis at home. I knew it was time for me to get home and finish my studying. I pulled my cell from my side pocket and called a taxi, pinpointing my location to the cab driver’s cell.
This was the last party I would attend at any BBC function. Or encounter any of their members. I hoped the man wouldn’t chase me down to try to keep me there for 24 hours. He had to know that would be a criminal act.
After I finished my last whiskey sour, I sat the glass on a table and headed to the big red door. The same woman greeted me with a flashlight. “See you soon, Greenwell.” She gave me a grin, noticing my brand. “That Bill is one hunk of man meat, you’re one lucky female.”
I nodded my head in her direction, unsure of anything, as the amount of alcohol I had consumed took over my train of thought. I stumbled my way up the steps, my hands slipping on the wetness of the walls as I fumbled with my composure.
My body quivered with the draughty wind. A hand snaked around me. “You had too many, too fast.” The sound of the voice was so familiar. But my stomach was quaking at the unsettling of the drinks and absence of food.
“I can make…” I began to say before feeling the overwhelming amount of saliva filling my mouth.
The hands still snugged around my waist, we made it to the second door. The door swung open and the air was cold and brisk as my overheated body was now shivering.
“I’ll take you home.” The guy said as he picked me up, bridal style. Sometime in between, I passed out and could only see street lights every so often when I tried to fight the sleep.
My night had been stranger than fiction and in hind sight, it had only just begun.
I woke up in my bed, naked. My head was pounding from an evident hangover and I only remembered things that happened before I left the party. I was sore from top to bottom and especially the place in between.
I sat up slowly, trying not to move too fast and make anything hurt more than it already was.
I slid out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to wash up. I stepped over the little of nothing I had worn that night that had been tossed to the floor. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I found my reflection revolting. I heard the sound of music coming from Dani’s room so I wrapped my housecoat around me and went to knock on her door. It swung open to a cheerful and happy, Dani. “Good morning!” she said, stepping aside for me to come in.
I walked in and laid on the foot of her bed as she danced around, singing and packing. “Where are you going,” I asked, sitting up on my elbows.
“To see a man about a dog,” she said, sticking her tongue out at me.
“That’s one special dog I see,” I said, annoyed with her sarcasm.
“Oh, you, big baby. I’m going to another party but this time, it’s in Boston.” She smiled widely.
I got up to leave. “Well, good for you. I’m going to take a much-needed shower and look for some aspirin to take away my headache. Be safe,” I said, walking to the door.
“Tasha, you should come.” She pulled me back by the back of my robe. I felt the chill of cool air hitting my bare shoulder.
“No way! I went with you last night and I’m not going to any more of those fundraisers.” I held my ground.
She jerked the robe down. “Let me see your brand. Who’s is it?” she asked, turning me around.
“He said his name was Bill,” I said as I pulled my robe back up.
“Bill. Which one?” she asked as if I knew.
“You tell me. You’re the one who knows those people. And who was that old man you were with last night?”
“Jon D. He’s so nice. But he’s never seen fit to brand me.”
“He was the old guy who spilled his drink on me last night.” I shuttered in disgust. “He’s old enough to be your grandfather’s grandfather.”
She gave me a grin. “Yeah, well he has way more money than my grandfather’s grandfather ever had.” She shrugged her shoulders and resumed packing as I rolled my eyes in her direction then walked out the door.
Dani was all about money and only attended college to keep her father happy. He was a hard ass in the courtroom but a softy when it came to her.
Something had to have happened to Dani, she was broken by it and didn’t care to talk about it. I loved her all the same, though.
Whatever this BBC was she was attending, it had some deep roots to what she wanted to be. May it be a wife or a mistress, she cared not for the wives and children of those men. I, on the other hand, didn’t care to be bought as a plaything by any married businessman. Billionaire or not!
After showering, I heard the front door close and knew that Dani had left and the small apartment was all mine. It was no luxury as she was barely there anyway, to begin with. I put on a pair of jogging pants, a tank top, and my tennis shoes. It was going to be a casual dress day for me as I was going to do nothing but study. But first I needed coffee.
I grabbed my keys and headed to the door. Before I opened it, I noticed a box sitting on the table with my name on it. Putting my keys down, I opened the box to find a note. ‘Let the 24 hours begin. Take the mask and meet me at the BBC building at 1pm. Don’t be late.’
I looked at the mask and the bra and underwear set in black silk that was wrapped in pretty gold paper. A smile crept over my face as I knew exactly who it was from.
Totally oblivious to how he obtained my address and too excited and nervous at the time to care, I went back into the bathroom to put on the lingerie and some decent clothes to cover it.
My gut and brain were telling me to forget his request, yet the butterflies were screaming for action. I put on the pieces and a pair of white jeans. Adding a navy blue blouse and a pair of navy blue heels. I snatched my messy bun out and put some curls in it, applying some nude makeup to set off my look. “We’ll see how this goes.” I winked at myself in the mirror.
I didn’t know why I was doing what I was doing. The unknown man had me under his sexy spell. All I knew for sure, was he wanted me and I wanted him.