I woke up to find myself alone in bed. I blinked my eyes as I looked around in confusion.

Wasn’t Ryan with me when I fell asleep?

I lifted my arms above my head and stretched out, only to freeze when I felt various aches all over my body. It was enough to bring back the memory from last night, and my face immediately heated up in a blush.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself, lifting the covers over my head and curling up under them, ignoring the aches this time.

Ryan and I… did it. We had sex last night. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a little squeal as I squirmed under the covers. There was this big grin on my face, even though a part of me was still dazed from all of this.

After a few minutes of nearly suffocating myself under the covers, I threw them off. I sat up, wincing a little when the ache between my legs got worse, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I’d gone through periods without medication; I could handle the after-effects of losing my virginity.

Last night was… amazing.

Ryan had made love to me in this bed. Then, he’d taken me to the shower and made me orgasm with just his hands. I found myself hoping we could do so much more of it as I slid out of bed. I headed for the bathroom, feeling my face heat up once more as I remembered Ryan washing me after getting me to orgasm for the second time. I hoped there would be more of that as well. A part of me had been worried that he’d just fuck me and leave me alone to keep to the terms of the contract.

Technically, he did, my mind pointed out. But, at least he’d stayed for a bit until I fell asleep.

I took a quick shower then left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me. I patted my body dry, then found some clothes to wear. Since I’d been staying at Ryan’s house, the maids had been cleaning my clothes and hanging them up in the closet for me. It was such a spacious room and it made me realize I didn’t have much with me. I wondered if he could give me some cash in advance so I could buy some more clothes. I would have to ask.

Dressed once again in old jeans and a t-shirt, I left my bedroom. I stopped just outside, feeling a moment of awkwardness as I wondered exactly where I was supposed to go. But then my stomach growled, and I shrugged, figuring I could go to check the dining room, see if any food was ready.

I got there, though, and the room was empty. It took me a minute to realize I was pouting.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I looked up at the unfamiliar voice to find a maid standing at the entrance to the dining room.

“Yes?” I said cautiously.

As was the pattern for the last few days, any time they talked to me, it was because they had a message for me from Ryan. I missed Grace, the maid I’d met the day I’d arrived, and I wondered for the first time where she was and why I hadn't seen her again. Yeah, Ryan’s home was spacious, as were the grounds, but I should have run into her at some point, right?

Or, did he send her off with his son? The way she talked about them, she could have been closer to them than the other workers, so it was entirely possible…

“Mr. Gold asked that you have breakfast on your own this morning. Are you ready to eat? We can have the table set for you in a minute.”

Well… I was hungry, and this was one of those days where he’d leave me alone, so why not?

“I’ll have breakfast, please,” I answered.

She left me with a smile and a short nod. I moved to sit down at the dining table. Several minutes later, three maids walked in to set the table in front of me. I was drooling from the scent of it alone before I even had the meal in front of me. It was a full breakfast, with a plate of toast, pancakes, bacon and eggs, with bottles of strawberry jam and syrup. There was a carafe of coffee and a mug, as well as a carton of orange juice and a glass.

Damn!

I thought it was way too much for just me. I’d gotten pretty used to not even having breakfast, so having all of this food in front of me, when it was just me, was a bit intimidating. I’d learned, though, that in this house, everything was extravagant, including the food.

“Thank you,” I called out to the maids as they walked out of the room.

I didn’t get a reply, but I wasn’t waiting for one. I dug into the meal, eating happily. My mind drifted as I ate, and I wondered what was going on at home. I wondered if any of my friends even knew I’d left, because I’d gotten no messages from any of them. My mom obviously wouldn’t be reaching out to me, and I pushed aside all thoughts of her and how she was living. She’d raised me, in her way, and a part of me felt responsible for her, but not to the point I would ruin my chances at a better future.

Maybe… once I get the payout, I can send her some cash. And I can just be free of her after that completely.

It felt fair.

Even though I didn’t think I could finish everything on my plate, somehow, I did. I was at the table for nearly an hour, though, and the maids walked back into the room to take the dirty dishes, just as I took the last sip of orange juice, though I’d only had half a glass because I’d already had some coffee. I was feeling full, and I sat back and watched them do their job.

“Miss?”

One of the maids set down a small silver tray with a folded paper in front of me.

“This is a message from Mr. Gold,” she told me. Then she nodded and left with the others.

I stared at the note, biting down on my lower lip. After a minute of staying still, I reached for the note. My heartbeat picked up as I slowly unfolded it and read the contents.

Come to my room tonight. Ten p.m.tonight, and not a minute later.

Under it, was how to get to his room from mine, since I’d never been there.

My heart was beating so hard right then it felt like it wanted to beat right out of my chest. It was just a simple note, but already my body was getting fired up in anticipation. I mourned a little to myself that I’d have to wait until tonight, crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs as I focused on breathing through the throbbing that was going on between my thighs.

Fuck!

I hadn't known him that long, and already this man had me wrapped around his fingers. Just the thought of him was enough to get me hot and ready. I took the note with me as I went back to my bedroom, deciding to stay there for the day. I’d have to find something to entertain myself so I wouldn’t lose my mind in between then and when I had to meet Ryan.

“It’s just… twelve hours,” I muttered to myself as I dropped onto my bed. “Then we can meet…”

Impatience was growing in my chest though, and I tamped it down. My thoughts immediately went to last night, and I threw an arm over my eyes with a groan, resisting the temptation to touch myself, to try and get myself off. Ryan had done it so easily, but I’d never made myself orgasm before.

I can’t wait to see him again, I thought, biting down on my lower lip. To have him touching me again.

I willed time to move faster as I picked up my phone and decided to surf for news online to keep myself busy.