The next afternoon, I held onto my cellphone with shaking fingers as I dialed Christian's number. I brought the phone up to my ear and my heart beat increased with every ring.
"Christian," his voice came.
"H..hi, it's me. Sacha," I stuttered but managed to let out.
He remained silent, just listening, so I spoke again. "I've made up my mind and I accept your offer."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you're being forced or manipulated by me. I need this to be one hundred percent your choice," he explained.
"It is my choice," I quickly covered.
"Good. I'll see you in thirty minutes."
"Wait, you're coming to get me?"
"Yes," he responded before hanging up the phone.
I ran into Remy's bedroom to get freshened up and dress. I slipped into a black lace panties and a matching bra. I had purchased that set since my last birthday but never worn it. I put on a mini red dress and borrowed one of Remy's gold heels. I sigh loudly at my very long and thick hair coarse hair. Many times I was tempted to have a relaxer but I always remembered how much my late mother was keen about my hair. Relaxing my hair would be like a slap to her face in her grave, something I'll never do so I grew to love my hair more and more.
But today, it was being extra difficult than usual so I did absolutely nothing to it than to let it fall down my back in all its unruly manner.
I was ready and sitting on the couch, waiting for Christian to get here. Remy was also on her way home so she could see after Judy while I was gone.
"Sis, you look so pretty. Are you going out with that guy?" Judy asked when she walked into the living room and found me sitting.
"Thanks, and yes I am. Promise you'll be good for Remy?"
I scooped her into a warm hug.
Remy burst through the door. "He's not here as yet?" she immediately asked.
A knock came shortly after and it was like if the world had stopped. I got up and Remy took me in.
"Oh, I'm questioning my sexuality right now," she said with a laugh and I playfully slapped her hand. I opened the door, and Christian was standing outside, looking extremely handsome.
There was just something about a man dressed neatly in his work attire that made me admire him and imagine things about him.
"Hi," he greeted, snapping me out of my thoughts.
He held out his hand for me to hold which I gracefully did. I waved goodbye to Remy and Judy as they watched from a window.
I got into Christian's car and he drove us to the same apartment building from the last.
As I walked in, I felt his eyes on me. Maybe he was undressing me with his eyes, or maybe he was just admiring me or maybe wondering why the hell he picked me of all people.
I stopped in the middle of the room and turned towards him. He was leaning against a desk in the corner, staring right back at me with shinning eyes.
"What?" I asked him.
"You just look so beautiful. I want to have you against the desk."
Air got stuck in my throat as I imagined the position of me against the desk, and he pounding into me repeatedly.
"You look unsettled," he observed and started walking towards me. His arms circled my waist and his lips went straight to my neck. I felt his moist tongue against my skin and when he found my sensitive spot, goosebumps appeared and I let out a soft moan. Nothing of this sort was ever done to me before.
"Before we get carried away, I have something for you. Take a seat," he ordered and vanished into another room. I sat at the desk, looking at my cellphone.
"Here," he said and dropped three sheets of paper in front of me.
"What's this?" I asked as I picked it up to have a closer look.
"Yes, after all, this is a business deal."
I read through the lines and they were mainly of rules. Rules he wanted me to follow and adhere by or else he could cancel and put everything to an end.
"I shouldn't interfere or get involved in your personal life," I read aloud.
"Under no circumstances what so ever," he finished.
"A blood test?"
"I need to know that you're disease free."
"Understood. I should please you wherever, whenever and however you choose."
"Yes, you should."
"Be more specific on 'however' because I'm not about to do just about anything for you."
"I'll have you know that you are entitled to say what you're comfortable with and what you're not. This isn't anything like Fifty Shades of Grey."
I let out a laugh and I felt much more relaxed. The last thing I wanted was to be strap up against a wall in a red room. I continued to read on and at the end of it, there was my payment stipulations. At every month, for one year only, one million dollars would be wired to my account and I was free to do whatever I wanted to do with the amounts.
"If you're satisfied and comfortable, sign on the dotted line. If not, you're free to hand this back to me and walk away and we never have to see each other again."
I looked up at him then at a pen. I signed on the dotted line and handed the contract back to him.
"Tell me about yourself," he said as he sat across from me.
"I know this is strictly business but I want to get to know the girl I'll be putting my dick into from time to time."
"I'm just another twenty-one year old who's trying to figure out life on her own because she doesn't have a choice but to do so, and there's someone replying on her," I said to him and he was looking at me as if he was judging me with his emerald eyes.
"You're not just another twenty-one year old as you so bluntly stated. Most people around that age are carefree and living life in the moment but you've already got a big responsibility. I take that the person depending on you is your little sister, right?"
I nodded yes.
"Where's your parents?"
"They died. Car crash."
"I'm sorry to hear that. So your friend, Remy I believe was her name, you've always been living with her since your parents' death?"
"No. I had my own apartment but I lost my job and was evicted. Remy came to my rescue."
"I'll have you know that this thing that's going to happen between you and I, it's going to be worthy. I've been thinking about it and I am happy to do this with you."
"I'm glad you feel that way but don't expect a fairy tale ending. The last person I did this with, got too attached to me and created a big scene. If I find you getting attached, in the slightest way, I'm going to end everything."
I nodded yes as I silenced the butterflies in my stomach and mentally cussed him out. How the hell was I supposed not to fall for you when you're just my type.