I paced up and down the apartment waiting for Harriet to arrive. She was bringing Chinese food. I wasn’t overly hungry, I felt nauseous. But I needed Harriet to talk me down, to tell me if I was being idiotic even thinking about it.
The buzzer made me jump. Rushing over, I pushed the button to let Harriet up.
Opening the door to my apartment, she held a bottle of wine up and the bag of food. It smelt lovely, but I just wasn’t hungry.
“What’s going on? You look like your mind is elsewhere…” I could see she was worried about me.
“I’m fine.” I nodded trying to reassure her.
“You don’t look fine. I have known you for fifteen years, you’re not fine.” She shook her head as she placed the bag of Chinese food on the countertop and reached up for two glasses to pour the chilled wine in.
“I’m assuming we need wine?” her perfectly shaped brows sat high on her forehead.
I nodded.
The glug of the wine echoed around the quiet room.
She turned, handing me a glass as we moved to the sofa.
“You can eat…” I gestured over to the lonely bag that sat filled with all our favourite food.
She shook her head.
“I’m not overly hungry,” she smiled as she took a sip of her wine.
I laughed.
“Then why did you bring it over?”
“Cos I know you don’t look after yourself when it comes to food…” she gave me a warning tone. She was right, I didn’t.
“I eat when I’m hungry.” I shrugged my shoulders up.
“I know, but it’s my treat and then whatever you don’t eat you can save for tomorrow,” she smiled as she took another mouthful of wine. “Now, stop avoiding what you invited me over for.”
“I’m not,” I mumbled as I took a mouthful of my own wine.
“Skylar, spill it.”
“Fine!” I rolled my eyes, then tipped my head back as I took a moment.
“Shit, is it really that bad?” she asked as she scooted closer to me.
“No,” I breathed, “I am just being dramatic.” I winked.
She rolled her eyes.
“So, you know the talker…”
“I do, well I don’t but yes, I know him in a sense you tell me about him…” she wiggled in her seat in excitement. “Is this juicy? Did he finally bang your arse into next week?”
My eyes widened at her statement causing me to burst into a fit of laughter.
“He didn’t bang me into next week, no…” I shook my head as I took a mouthful of wine.
“Then what?”
“Well, he has told me that for him to be able to take over his company completely, his father has told him that he has to have an heir by the time he is thirty-five. He has six months to do that, six months to find someone he trusts to have a baby with. If he doesn’t then all ties to the business will be cut. He will lose his shares and basically have nothing. So the night I had to meet him, he tells me all of this.” Harriet nods along as she listens.
“…Yeah, next thing I know he has got Ernie to cancel my two other clients because he wants me to himself.” I still can’t believe he even done that. I didn’t give Harriet a chance to answer, “Fast forward, he takes me to a party at his mum and dad’s house and oh my god, Harriet. The house was massive, like stupidly massive. He obviously didn’t tell his dad that I was an escort, just said that we worked together which you know, isn’t technically a lie. But anyway, I am going off topic here…” I stopped to take a breath, my eyes moving to Harriet’s who looked like she was trying to replay what I said to her over in her own head.
“We got shit faced drunk… like, really drunk. I went back to his and you know, things happened.”
“Things!? What things?! You said he didn’t bang your arse into next week? Are you lying,” Harriet narrowed her eyes on me, her index finger pointing at me.
“No! God no, I am not lying! He may or may not have gone down on me and vice versa.” I rushed the words out so quickly that I hoped she never heard me.
“Oh you dirty dogs… this is getting good… but before you carry on, just how big is he?”
“Big.” I smirked, flashbacks of him flashing through my mind.
“Damn,” she fanned herself down.
“Okay, back on track… that wasn’t the reason I asked you to come over… we went for lunch earlier, and basically, in a nutshell, he wants to have the baby with me.” I said trying to sound nonchalant as I sipped on my wine.
Harriet spluttered, spraying me with her wine before she covered her mouth with her hand.
“He wants you to what?!”
“Thanks for that,” I groaned, stepping up from the sofa and walking towards the kitchen to grab a tea towel.
“You aren’t seriously thinking about this are you!?” she shouted, her whole body turning to face where I was.
I shrugged my shoulders up.
“Why are you shrugging? You don’t want a baby do you!?”
“Not particularly, but I’m not getting any younger, and anyway he did say I could just be a surrogate if I wanted nothing to do with the baby per se.”
“This is just getting crazier and crazier by the second.”
“I know!” I shouted out, pouring myself another glass of wine, “and that isn’t even the best bit.” I scoffed, sitting back down next to her.
“No?”
I shook my head from side to side, “No.”
“Then what is the best bit?” she asked, her eyes wide as she waited eagerly for me to tell her.
“I’ll get five hundred thousand pounds if I do it.”
“The fuck!? Five hundred k?! Nahhh he has got to be winding you up or something.”
“Who knows!” my lips turned up at one corner, clucking my tongue on the roof of my mouth.
“What are you going to do?”
“I have no fucking clue, hence why I asked you to come over.”
“Well, I am no help. I think I need more wine and Chinese, yes. Let’s do that, let’s consume our body weight in food then we can discuss this whole ‘paying you for a baby’ idea.”
Harriet shot up from the sofa, placing her wine glass on the counter before she began dishing up the dinner, smashing the plates about as she did.
Good, I am glad she feels the same as me.
After we had eaten far too much food, we both sat on the sofa in silence while Greys Anatomy played in the background.
It felt like it had been hours since we had last spoken.
“What am I going to do?” I whined.
“What is your gut telling you to do?” She didn’t move but turned her head to face me.
“My gut is telling me to stop being a moron.”
“Brilliant,” she nodded. “And your brain?”
“Brain thinks that five hundred thousand is a brilliant idea.”
“Brain’s stupid, don’t listen to brain,” she moaned. “Heart? We listen to the heart.”
I sighed.
“The heart is painting the pretty picture of me, Preston and our baby being a family and living happily, ever after.”
“Christ, your heart is worse than your gut.” She slammed her hand down on my sofa in frustration.
“Why are you taking your anger out on my sofa?”
“Because I don’t know what to say to you!”
“I don’t know either…” I sighed, turning to face the television for a moment. My mind ticked over with a pro and cons list, but it was no use.
“I know, let’s do the only reasonable thing that is acceptable to do when you don’t know what to do with your life. I feel like it’s the best way to make all them really important life choices…” I smirked as I turned my head to look at Harriet again.
“And what is that?”
“Ip, dip, dog, shit.”
“I can’t even…” Harriet face palmed herself.
“What? It’s the only way…”
“Bloody hell, you may as well consult your magic number eight ball that you’ve had since you were sixteen!”
“Oooo yes! Brilliant idea, lemme go get it,” I said with excitement lacing my voice. “How the hell did I forget about the number eight ball!”
“I was joking!” she shouted out to me.
“Well done Harriet, you’ve always had the brains!”
“I’m done.”
“No! Don’t say that,” I shouted from the bedroom as I raided my bedside units, “aha! I found it.”
“Yay!”
“Stop being sarcastic.” I scowled as I rushed back into the room. “This right here, this little plastic ball filled with water holds all the answers to your important life questions, I used to consult this when I wasn’t satisfied with ip dip dog shit’s answer.”
“Can I go home?” Harriet wailed.
“No,” I shook my head before turning the magic number eight ball over.
I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes.
“Should I carry Preston’s baby for five hundred thousand…” I shook the ball a few times before turning it over.
You can count on it.
“Well… the ball has spoken… it looks like I’m going to have a baby.” Suddenly nerves crashed through me, my heart rate spiked, and it hit me. Was I really going to do this?
I slept shit. I tossed and turned all night. I didn’t know if I had made the right decision or not. But either way, I needed to make my mind up and let Preston know what I had decided because he was on a ticking clock.
I couldn’t keep him waiting, it wasn’t fair. I didn’t want to be the reason he lost everything. Rolling over with a groan, I looked at the time it was six a.m.
It was too early to be rolling out of bed on a Sunday morning. I debated texting him but I didn’t want to wake him up. I felt agitated, I didn’t know what to do.
I lay there and think back to the night he took me home, his mouth on me, his fingers making me come so fucking hard.
I wanted to know what it would be like to sleep with him, the way his muscles would ripple under that glorious skin of his as we moved together. I felt hot and bothered; throwing my covers back I stormed for the shower. The cold of the apartment hitting me, I really needed to get the engineer out.
But then again, with the money I could just sell up and move and get a lovely warm house. Just thinking about that made me want to do it.
Shaking the thoughts away, I jumped under the water and let my mind wander to what it would be like to be pregnant with his baby. Would I want an egg donor? Or would I want the baby to be half mine too?
That’s what I was struggling with the most, I didn’t know what to do. I want babies, yes. But not like this. I wanted to be happily married to the love of my life, have babies and grow old together. But yet, here I was at the grand age of thirty. Single. Broke. An escort. I would end up being a lonely old spinster.
The thought of having another women’s eggs inside me freaked me out, so I don’t think I want that. No, I know I don’t want that.
So the question was, could I part with my baby? Could I sign over parental rights to Preston and walk away?
I knew the answer deep down.
I just couldn’t bring myself to say it. Because if I said what I was thinking out loud, I would be a terrible person, the guilt would eat me alive.
Getting dressed into my lounge wear, I sat on the sofa with a cup of tea as I looked at my phone.
He hadn’t called. He hadn’t messaged.
Maybe he was having second thoughts?
But then again, I haven’t messaged him. Maybe I should message him.
Before I could think and stop myself, I grabbed my phone and wrote him a quick message. I stared at the screen, waiting for him to reply.
Hey, how are you?
He didn’t reply. It stayed on read.
I moved off the sofa and decided to do some cleaning. I needed to keep busy so my mind didn’t go to him and all the what if’s that were going over and over in my head.
I put my earphones in and played music so loud I couldn’t think.
The apartment was spotless, I had done two wash loads and now I was back on the sofa with a cup of tea. I felt lost. I was normally so busy with my clients I very rarely had time to sit around and now I didn’t have them anymore I didn’t know what to do with myself. I finally gave into the temptation and looked at my phone to see two text messages.
Hey Sunshine, I’m good. How are you?
Everything okay? Not heard back from you?
I smiled.
I tapped a quick reply to let him know I was okay and that I was just cleaning when he messaged. Popping my phone down next to me, I took a mouthful of my tea when I heard it buzz again.
Can I see you?
I waited for a moment before deciding what I would say. I did want to see him but I also worried he would pressure me about my decision.
Sure, pick me up in an hour?
I saw the three dots pop up straight away.
An hour is perfect.
It gave me enough time to get changed and put some make-up on. I wanted to make an effort for him. I feel like he has never seen me at my best, even when we went to his parents’ house, I didn’t feel like I had done enough.
Stripping out of my clothes, I chose my lace underwear set. The bra was red silk with a lace trim over the cups and the front of the thong.
Walking to my wardrobe, I scanned through the clothes. Most of it was designer, but I didn’t know what to wear for him.
I opted for a black leather skirt, an emerald green spaghetti strap vest top which I would tuck in, finished off with sky high black Louboutin’s.
Once dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. I was happy with the way I looked. I curled my long blonde hair then brushed the curls out into soft waves.
I opted for natural make-up with a nude lip but smoky eyes which really made the green of my top pop against the black. I grabbed my black, quilted Chanel bag with a silver strap and placed it over my shoulder. Perfect.
Swaying my hips from side to side I walked into the living area and grabbed my black trench coat. Slipping it on, you would think I was naked. The length was a little longer than my mini skirt I was wearing.
I felt the heat swarm to the apex of my thighs, before making the rest of my skin flush with want and need. I had never felt like this before, but I’m sure it was the sexual chemistry. Once we had slept together, it would no doubt be gone.
Maybe that’s what I needed to do before I made my choice.
Let him have his wicked way with me before I decide on what I want to do.
Yeah.
That was it.
Closing the apartment door behind me, I locked up and made my way to the kerb as I waited for Preston.
I wasn’t standing there long when I saw his range rover pull up. My stomach swarmed, my heart thumping in my chest.
He opened the window, smirking as it slipped down.
“Well, hello beautiful.”
I smiled, waiting for his driver to open the door for me. I thanked him before slipping into the car and sitting next to Preston.
“Have you dressed up just for me?” he teased as his hands slipped between my thighs. His hot hand on my cold skin sent shivers up and down my spine.
“Not for you no, I dressed up for myself,” I winked at him as I shuffled in my seat. I don’t know why but I was finding it hard to breathe being this close to him. I wanted nothing more than to climb on his lap and let him fuck me in the back of his car.
I was like a horny teenage girl.
“Are you hungry? Thinking we could order room service before we spend the night together” he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
I laughed. “Who said I was spending the night with you?”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight dressed like that, you are for my eyes only.”
I squeezed my thighs together to try and dull the ache that was pulsing through my core.
“We will see about that.” I rubbed my lips together into a thin line as I tried to stop the dirty thoughts from invading my mind.
I wanted his mouth on me, his fingers on me, his tongue lapping at my most sensitive part as my orgasm ripped through me.
I needed him out of my system. I needed to feel what it was like to have him just this once, that’s all I wanted, all I needed was one night of being completely worshiped by Preston Sauvage.
I wanted him to own me in every single way.
We pulled into the underground car park that was in the basement of his hotel. Once we were out the car, he dragged me towards the private lift that took us straight to his penthouse. The apprehension and excitement was coursing through me. As soon as the lift doors shut, he turned, wrapping his fingers around the base of my neck as he pushed me against the wall.
His lips covered mine, finally. His lips on mine, his tongue pushing through my cushioned lips as it glided round my mouth, our tongues dancing together and entwining. I moaned into his open mouth, his spare hand gripped a handful of my hair and tugged my head back so he had better access to my mouth. Our kiss quickened, the heat was pulsing through me, my sex pulsing with the need and want of being touched, kissed, licked and filled.
His hand fell from my neck, moving down the side of my body as his fingers trailed over the hem of the trench coat I was wearing. His coarse fingertips drew soft and gentle circles on the exposed skin of my thigh. Everything felt more intense, I wanted to burst from just having his fingers on my burning skin.
The lift doors pinged open, a pang of disappointment coursing through me. I don’t know why but I wanted to stay in there, I wanted him to take me.
I couldn’t even believe I was having these thoughts. I couldn’t remember the last time I thought dirty thoughts like this.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex for lust and not for work. With work there is no emotion, there is no chemistry. It is just sex. It’s just money. It’s just work. I hated it. I would much rather spend my evenings talking to Preston then sleeping with my clients whom I have no connection with.
I was ripped from my thoughts when Preston wrapped his hands around my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed a girly squeal as he walked me through the penthouse and straight into the lounge, dropping me on the sofa. I panted, his eyes dark and hooded as he stared down at me.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growled as he turned and walked into the kitchen area. I sat up slowly, waiting for him to return. I wasn’t alone long when he came back with an ice bucket, champagne and strawberries.
He placed the bucket on the side and popped the cork before pouring out two glasses.
“I don’t want fizz,” I frowned, scowling at him.
“Don’t sulk Sunshine, we’ve got all night…” He winked bringing the glass to his lips and taking a mouthful. I mirrored him and took my own mouthful. The bubbles slipped down my throat like silk. It was delicious.
I sunk the whole glass before putting it on the table next to me. Preston smirked down at me.
“Stand up and take that pretty fucking coat off.” He ordered.
My legs were trembling as I stood, unwrapping my coat and throwing it on the sofa behind me.
“That skirt is very short,” his eyes trailed up and down my body.
“Do you like it?”
“I do, very much but it will look so much better on my bedroom floor.”
I blushed. He placed his own glass down before he put his hand in the ice bucket and grabbed a cube of ice. Popping it in his mouth he smirked at me as he stepped towards me, pushing me gently so I fell back onto the sofa. His hands gripped onto my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin and marking me. He bent down, spreading my legs as his mouth lowered over my hot skin. Popping the ice out between his lips he slowly trailed it up my leg, starting at my ankle, moving up my calf and knee before he glided it expertly across my thigh and towards my pussy. Just before he got to where I wanted him, he popped the ice cube back into his mouth before moving it over to the other thigh, this time starting at the top and moving it down to my ankle.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I watched him as he grabbed another bit of ice and popped it on his tongue. I quivered when I watched his tongue wrap around the cube before it was resting back between his plump lips. He trailed it over my thighs, the water dripping and running down the centre of my legs. He edged closer, spreading my legs further apart as he pressed the ice against my clit, the coldness making me gasp. If it was that cold through material, it was going to be freezing against my skin.
“Keep still,” he muttered through the ice. His fingers hooked under my thong as he slowly pulled it down my legs and off of my feet. He inhaled them before dropping them to the floor next to him.
His hands gripped the top of my thighs, spreading them further apart so he could dip his head between my legs. He held the ice against my clit as one of his fingers pushed into me. My back arched as the pleasure ripped through me. He glided the ice between my folds before popping it into my opening as his tongue flicked over my clit. The coldness there felt strange but the pleasure that took over any sensation I was feeling was too much.
“Oh fuck,” I panted as I watched him. His brown eyes found mine, as his tongue slowly rubbed and circled over my swollen clit. I felt the melted ice run out of me, his fingers pushing it back into me swirling my arousal and the melted ice back inside.
“I am going to make you so sore, your tight little pussy isn’t ready for me,” he moaned against my sensitive skin.
I let my head fall back, my legs began to tremble as his fingers slipped in and out of me faster now, but his tongue kept its slow assault on my clit.
“I’m going to come,” I cried out, my head snapping forward as I watched him make me come undone. My orgasm splintered through me, sending me spiralling into oblivion. My whole body trembled as I rode out the wave.
Slipping his finger out of me he sucked it clean. “I will never get enough of your taste, so fucking sweet.”
I was spent. My skin glistened in sweat, my chest was rising and dipping fast as I tried to catch my breath.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he smirked down at me.
His hands were on my hips, pulling me down the sofa so I was closer to him.
“I’m going to fuck you, then I want you riding my cock.” His voice was barely audible. He pulled his tee over his head then slipped his trousers down and kicked them off.
Kneeling back down, he pulled me to the edge of the sofa so my bum was resting on the edge. Grabbing his thick, hard cock, he lines it up at my opening and teases me with the tip. Slowly edging himself into me.
“It’s too big,” I gasp, “it wont fit.” I feel myself tense.
“Open up baby, your sweet little cunt was made for me.” He purred.
My eyes fell to between our bodies, watching as he pushed a little more inside of me.
He feels so good.
Little by little he edges in further until I feel him deep.
“You feel amazing, so fucking tight. The way your pussy is clenching around my cock, fuck… I could come just like this.”
He pulled back, the tip of him sitting at my opening before he slammed back into me hard and fast. His large hand wrapped round my throat as he done it again, I smirked up at him ignoring the subtle burn from where he had stretched me.
“Oh, my baby likes being fucked hard, does she?” he growled, repeating what he done.
I smiled as he picked up the pace, his cock slipping in and out of me with ease now. Propping myself up on my elbows, both of his hands were gripping my thighs as he held them spread, his cock spearing in and out of me. I could see him fucking me and I don’t think I have ever been so turned on in all my life. My fingers glided down my body as I began rubbing and circling over my clit. I couldn’t hold off anymore, the pressure was building, my orgasm was teetering and watching how his thick cock filled me to the hilt sent me over the edge.
“Shit,” I cried out, my whole body trembling as I felt the sweat cover me. “Preston, please, don’t stop,” I begged as my fingers moved faster now, my legs trembling as his grip tightened on my thighs.
I lifted my eyes from where our bodies were connected and met with his.
He growled, his body shaking as he came, filling me. My orgasm crashed through me, crying out as he collapsed on top of me.
We both lay, trying to catch our breath. I was still dressed; he was completely naked.
“You’re phenomenal.” He whispered as his hands cradled my face, his lips pressing against mine softly.
“You done all the work,” I smirked as I leant up to kiss him once more.
Our conversation fell silent for a moment.
“Preston,” I whispered.
“Yes Sunshine?”
“I’ll do it…”
