Damaged

Ace: 6

I wasn't sure what time I fell asleep but I was woken by a soft kiss on the forehead. I moaned and turned to face him, a mug in hand.

"Good morning." He smiled, placing the mug on the end table. "How are you feeling?" He sat beside me, clearly studying my face.

My head was pounding from the amount of alcohol I inhaled last night. I tired to remember what had happened before going to sleep. I groaned in embarrassment at how I was acting. This was a fucking business arrangement and I got caught up in my feelings.  "I feel awful." I muttered in the pillow.

He rubbed my back soothingly. "I'm sorry about last night." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry about last night" I dismissed. "I shouldn't have asked so much of you. You told me your boundaries from the start and I pushed them."

He placed his lips to mine hesitantly. I took them willingly, meeting his tongue with mine. "Thank you." I began.

"This isn't goodbye." He refused with an annoyed look on his brows. "I have a proposal for you."

"Our last proposal got complicated. Are you sure you want to have another?"

"What's the alternative, Angel?" He sighed. He placed a thick envelope beside the mug on the table and patted it. "As promised, the rest of your money."

I sighed and looked over at the envelope, not sure leaving him is worth the money. "Thanks. I'll get out of your hair soon, I just need a shower."

Before he could say anything, I got up and headed to the washroom. I stripped out of my clothes, and ran the water until it filled the tub. I heard him open the door moments later. He got in behind me quietly, washing my breast and kissing my neck.

He rubbed in between my legs, caressing my clit. "I can't get enough of you," he mumbled as I moaned continuously. He slid down behind me and positioned the tip of his dick at my slit. As he rubbed it under the water, he whispered in my ear. "What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me." I begged. He entered me slowly, gripping my breast as he created a rhythm. I closed my eyes and imagined this was my life, that I had absolutely nothing to worry about. That I had a loving relationship and no issues other than what I was going to eat for breakfast, because there were so many options. He kissed my neck and I fell into my imagination a little bit more. I could feel my insides building to the point of no return.

After the bath, I collected my things and my money after getting dressed. I sat on the bed feeling emptier than I've ever been. I thought about where I needed to go and what I had to do, yet nothing held purpose. Everything was just so I could run away from my reality. Yet, I had nothing and I've never accomplished anything.

A small knock came at the door and his head popped in. "Are you ready?" He mumbled.

I hopped off the bed and grabbed my bag. He looked at me in disapproval but remained quiet. He took the bag from my hand when we got in the elevator, his eyes avoiding mine. When we got downstairs, I was surprised not to see the black town car but a red convertible. He placed my bag in the back and we hopped in.

We drove in silence as I thought about how to thank him for the weekend. He parked to my surprise in front of a high rise building. A valet got in as we got out and took the car away. When we got to the top of the building, I realized it was a roof top brunch style restaurant. Flowers lined the edges and everything looked peaceful and airy.

He took my hand and led me to our table. I glanced over the menu not sure what to order. When the waiter took the menus and brought our drinks, he held my hand. His eyes were light and welcoming along with his smile. "What are you thinking?"