Lockwood Mansion

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Later that night we’re back in Rhaya’s room. We showered about an hour ago, and have been laying in her bed cuddling and talking. Naked of course.

Her damp head was resting on my chest. Her hair smelled of mangos from her shampoo. Everything felt perfect.

“I meant what I said,” I turned on my side and now we were facing each other, “I love you Rhaya.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

I wasn’t expecting her to say it back. But I was okay with that. I can tell by the way she looks at me, by the way she’s even looking at me now, that she loves me.

She opened her mouth to say something but then stopped and just smiled at me.

I pull her petite body against me. “And I don’t know what the fuck Mr. Lockwood is talking about. Helping with the jealousy? If anything, I think that made it worse.” There was a pause, then we both started laughing.

Once we stopped laughing she says, “I agree. I don’t think I’ve ever been that jealous in my entire life.” She pauses, “God, Gareth I’m sorry you have to put up with this for a couple more months. I think I’d go crazy if our roles were switched. Tonight was more than enough for me. I never want to share you again.”

Her words lit up my heart. She never wants to share me again. I couldn’t help but smile big. I kiss her lips, “Good. I’m a one woman kind of guy.” I wink, and she laughs.

I can tell she’s getting tired, she yawns every couple minutes. “Well babe, I think you should get some sleep.” I kiss her forehead.

“What about you?” She yawns again.

“Well I’m fucking parched,” I smile, thinking about the naked workout we did over an hour ago, “I’m going to go get something to drink and I’ll come back and hold you all night long.”

“Okay.” Another yawn. I kiss her forehead again and get off the bed.

I didn’t bring any other clothes because I wasn’t planning on us sleeping here, so I grab my slacks and pull them up. I didn’t care about a shirt. I pull my hair out of my face.

I was lucky enough to find the kitchen on my own.

The butler insisted on getting me a drink. So I sat at the massive dining room table. When the butler brought a glass and a pitcher, I insisted on just keeping the pitcher because I know I’ll drink it all. I nod in thanks and he walks away.

I down the first and second glass, and then I watch as the chair next to me pulls out. It’s Ian.

“Hey.” I say as he sits. He’s wearing a pair of black sweats and a black Nike shirt.

“Hey, how’s it going?” He asks as he rubs his neck.

“Doing well. You?”

The small talk seemed a bit awkward.

“There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.” His face was serious.

Now I’m curious, “I’m listening.” I set the glass down after my third cup.

“We…” he hesitated, “have broken part of the contract.” His eyes watch me intently, not sure how I’m going to react.

I feel my stomach drop, “And which part is that?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“The other night, we had sex, and I didn’t use a condom.”

My jaw muscles tense; I feel anger building up inside me. I swallow, “Did you pull out?” I ask hoping he didn’t ejaculate inside her.

I already knew the answer when it took him a minute to answer, “No.”

“Fuck.” I mumble trying to keep my anger under control. That was something I thought was very meaningful, that I was the only man that has ever shot my semen inside of her.

“Please don’t get mad at Rhaya. I take full responsibility, and I told her I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

“So you could what? Fucking gloat?” I was surprised I wasn’t shouting yet.

“No. Because I fucked up. I knew there’d be consequences after it happened and I still allowed it.” His hands were clasped together in his lap.

“And what consequences are that?” I asked. Since we were under contract he could be in some serious legal shit, but I had a feeling that’s not what he was referring to.

“I knew that if it happened, that an exchange would take place, and I would no longer be Rhaya’s Trainer.”

I was so confused. “Why would you do it then?” I tightened my jaw for the tenth time.

“Honestly, we got caught up in the moment, and I think it’s no surprise that I have grown feelings for her. So at the time I thought maybe this would be a good way out before my feelings grow more and I can’t say goodbye to her. And I know that’s so fucking selfish of me, but if anyone knows how easy it is to fall in love with that girl, it’s you.”

I did know. I’ve fallen fast and fucking hard for her. So knowing he is too makes my stomach knot up.

“Does she love you?” I asked quietly not knowing if I wanted to know the answer.

“She hasn’t told me if so. But either way, I fucking hurt her. She’s very upset with me. Which I can’t blame her, I really fucked up.”

I noticed during the little session tonight that she was very hesitant towards Ian in the beginning. So it makes a little more sense.

“So why be honest and tell me? You could have swept it under the rug and I would have never known.” I was curious as to why he was telling me.

“Because I know you’re a good guy, and I owe that much to you. And because I know how Rhaya feels about you, and I wanted you to hear it from me. This is a very confusing time for all of us, but especially her. I wanted the brunt of your anger on my shoulders, not hers.”

Fuck, I had to respect the guy for at least that. I can see he is sincere about it and that he’s not just telling me to cause a bunch of shit.

“Would I be such a good guy if I told you, I wanted to punch you in your fucking face?” I stared at the ground.


I look back up at him, “When is she getting another trainer?”

“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. I hate to even ask but can we brush it under Mr. Lockwood’s rug? Not for my sake, but Rhaya’s? I have a pretty good idea who her new trainer would be. And trust me when I say, Rhaya wouldn’t want to have sex with you on visitation days, because her pussy would be in so much pain.”

Oh hell no. I will not let her be trained by a rough sick bastard. A little bit of rough sex can be good, but painful? Fuck no.

“I won’t tell Mr. Lockwood.” I say confidently.

Ian nods and stands up from the table, he’s about to leave then I say, “And Ian….” He turns back around, “wrap your god damn dick up, or I will pound your fucking face in.”

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