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“If I ask you something will you be honest?”
“What reason would I need to lie?” He cocks his head to the side. So far, I don’t think he's ever lied to me.
“How many women have ever completed your training?”
His eyebrows furrow in and I watch as he clenches his jaw. “What business is that of yours?”
“I need to know my chances.” I answer truthfully.
“None, I've never had anyone completely trained.”
I nod my head and try to find the best words to get my point across. “I could be your first.” I state softly, so I stay humble.
“You think highly of yourself.”
“I'm determined to be your first.” I remark a little harder. “I need this. I don't know what it is about what you do that feels so … so … liberating. I didn't intend for my time with you to change me, so drastically. But it has and now that it has, I know that I want to continue on this journey with you.” I swallow hard and wait for him to respond.
His hands are balled into fists and his nostrils are flaring. “What kind of game are you playing? You don't know me. We've been in the same space as one another for a little more than a week. You don't know what I'm capable of or what I've done in the past.”
I steel myself for the punishment I'm sure would come, it has to happen. “I know enough Damon.” At the sound of his name, he jerks up out of his seat and plants his hand on the table in front of him, but I don't stop. “I know you served your country and survived where others would have failed. I know you care about your family. I know you blame yourself for your parents. I know you're just hiding here. I still want you. I still want this. You can't scare me away no matter how hard you try. In case you haven't noticed, I'll go through the pain if it means I get to be the one to make you happy.”
“How the fuck do you know about this?”
“I saw the newspaper clippings on the desk and the pictures.”
“Who in the fiery fuck told you to …”
“I know I shouldn't have. It's the only way I'd be able to reason with you. I want you to know that I understand fully what I am asking you for.” I rise from my seat and even though I'm petrified, I stand my ground.
His head shakes in small motions as if he's completely at a loss. “What? What are you asking me for? You think I'm just going to keep paying you to stay here?”
“I want to be with you. I want you to train me. I want to grow with you. No payment necessary. You don't even have to pay me for this time. All I ask is that we discuss me continuing with my dancing career. I'll figure out a different way to get the money. Besides, I cheated to get here anyway, the money is technically forfeit. I'll even admit to it. Whatever you need me to do.”
The small head shakes become larger. “So, what you want is to just stay here and be my whore?”
“No, I want to be your girlfriend, who you occasionally treat like a whore.”
“Girlfriend?” He gasps and backs up. “You don't want that. You don't fucking want that. No one would want that!” He yells at me.
“I want that. Why do you think no one wants you?”
“Have you fucking seen me? Do you see how I have to fuck?” He pulls his hands through his hair.
“Have you felt me come on your cock? Have you seen the way I look at you? Along with the pain, degradation, and the fucking, I've seen your protective side. I've seen you be sweet and concerned,” I replied. “I want you, Damon. I'm not crazy or being coerced. I don't need to be paid or kept. I just want you.”
Finally he stops shaking his head and I watch a myriad of emotions flutter through his eyes as he stares at me. Before he can say another word I step closer to him and bring my mouth to his kissing him deeply letting him feel just how real my feelings for him are. He groans and wraps his arms around me as he kisses me with just as much passion.
I pull away from him and stare into his eyes. “What do you say?”
Time stands still again, but instead of the heavens singing, Hell opens up and swallows me whole.
“No. Get out.”
I blink and take a step back. “What? What do you mean get out? I want to stay.”
“No.” He says again his face a mask of boredom. “Get. Out.”
“If you don't want to be with me, fine. But I still have a few days left on the contract. I'll stay until those are done.”
