by Eva Luxe
“Something wrong, Sam?” Wendy asked me, as I hobbled slightly on my cane.
“Take my arm; I’ll walk you to your door,” I said, holding my arm out. She looked at me cautiously and then must have decided it wouldn’t hurt. “I don’t know if there are any bad guys lurking around here.”
She laughed, but then looked a bit concerned when she realized I was serious.
“Hmm, sure. You know, I can fight too.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
Her apartment building was part of four buildings and it was quite dated.
“There aren’t any elevators…” Wendy pointed out, holding onto me.
“That’s fine. I can climb up some stairs. Don’t let the cane fool you,” I chuckled, flashing a smile at her. I glanced behind her to make sure no one was following us, but the coast was clear.
A dainty floral scent passed by me again. It was Wendy’s scent, and it had me spun around in circles.
When we got to her floor and turned around the corner, I saw a man hanging out of the door, smoking a cigarette with a white robe on. I lowered my eyes and stopped.
“Oh, it’s okay, that’s my Dad,” Wendy said, pulling me down the hall. “Hey, Dad!”
He was staring at us and puffed on his cigarette. He squinted his eyes and recognized my face.
“Is that… Sam?” he said, coughing on the end.
“Yes, hello, Mr. Monroe,” I greeted, holding my hand out.
He noticed my limp and cane as well. That was the main thing people noticed about me when they saw me. I was beginning to wonder if it’d ever change.
He gave me a good shake, holding the cigarette firmly tucked between his lips. He had a little stubble going on. A man in a robe looking like this only cued one thing; depression. I’d know, I went through the same phase.
“How’re you doing, Mr. Monroe?” he asked, a weak smile on his face.
“I’m doing okay, got into an accident, but I’m still recovering.”
He nodded his head and took another drag from his cigarette. “Good.”
He didn’t look too happy to see me around, but, from the way that Wendy and I ended, I couldn’t say I blamed him.
“Well, goodnight, Wendy,” I said, kissing her hand.
Her father shifted uncomfortably. Uh oh, I should cool it. After all, that was still his daughter.
“Goodnight,” she whispered.
Nodding my head towards Mr. Monroe, I limped back down the hall to my car.
Once I was close enough to see them, I noticed there were deep scratches above my back tire. I got back into my car and power housed out of there. It wasn’t the first time I had gunned my car, but it was the only time that it had been because I really had to.
I had no idea who had done that to my car. But I figured it had to be that man who was staring at us weirdly. There was no way Wendy could keep living there for the duration of our agreement. But now wasn’t the time to bring that up.
***
Fuck, why did it have to be her?
Now back at home, I sighed to myself as I looked down the hard on I had, which was way beyond normal. I could’ve won a sword fight and cut a diamond with it. I seemed to have no choice but to start stroking it while I thought about Wendy. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to her.
As my hand moved up and down my wide shaft, I thought about Wendy’s cleavage and her perfectly plump ass. She always had a way of making my cock stand up and pay attention, but she looked even more beautiful now, somehow. I thought about taking off her clothes so I could take in the majestic beauty that was her body. My mind lingered on the way I wanted to bend her over and take her from behind.
I’d plunge my cock into her wet, eager pussy while she moaned my name. Just thinking about it while playing with myself was enough to make me cum. I groaned her name, “Wendy,” as I did so, almost involuntarily. And then I looked down at the ropes of cum covering my cock, which only the mere thought of her had caused to erupt.
Reaching for a napkin I cleaned myself up and watched as my swollen cock began to rest and soften back down. One more thought of her and it’d swell hard again.
My phone rang. I hurried as fast as I could walk— which wasn’t fast— to wash my hands before picking it up. This time it wasn’t a number I recognized. Not many people had my number.
Taking a risk, I answered. “Hello, who’s calling?”
“Mr. Reign? This is Mr. Gallock,” the man said on the other end, a slight giddiness in his voice.
“Mr. Gallock, a pleasure hearing from you!” I said, perking up. Benson must’ve slid him my number. After all the things he’d done lately, it wouldn’t come as a surprise.
“Yes, indeed. I was just calling to say I’m happy to be working alongside a strapping young man as he creates his family. Nothing like seeing God’s intentions lived out into their fullest potential!” he praised. “This is exactly what God has called us to do. Go forth and multiply, and increase God’s glory on all the Earth.”
Fuck— now I felt how dire this situation was. He was really into this religious stuff and this family stuff. Wendy was really going to have to play the part. I was hoping that wouldn’t be too hard…
“Of course,” I told him, trying not to gulp too loudly. “My fiancé, Wendy can’t wait to meet you.”
“Oh, so that’s her name? Wonderful! Benson said she had a lovely name, but kept it a secret. He must have been wanting to let you do the honors. What a good friend!”
And a devious, slick, sly one as well.
“Yes. Yes, he is. Was there something I could do for you, Mr. Gallock?” I asked, tucking my cock back into my boxers, something I had neglected to do in my haste to answer the phone. Not to mention that it had still been too damn big to fit comfortably back in there. But hearing him go on about having a family was enough to deflate it. I wasn’t the family type. My sister Willow was very happily reproducing enough to carry on our family genes. I was a business man, focused on money. And I had never found anyone worth caring about since… well, since Wendy.
“No, no, nothing at all for now. Just wanted to touch base with you and say hello before my official arrival. I’ll let you go now. It is night time and after your day of hard work at your business, I bet you’re famished.”
“Very!” I agreed. “Enjoy your night, Mr. Gallock.”
I was overworked and tired but it was more from beating off while thinking about Wendy than any other kind of hard work. Of course, he didn’t need to know that, though.
“I will! You too, young lad!”
We hung up and I found myself imitating his cocky accent. ‘Young lad.’ Where did he grow up? A country club?
I climbed off my bed and groaned when I saw the jacuzzi. My first hot bath had been interrupted because of Benson’s foolishness. Maybe now I could get a good soak in and relax. After all, I had a lot to look forward too.
Wendy was about to become my wife. Sure, it was only a fake arrangement, for business reasons and money was going to be exchanged. But even though she was free to leave afterwards, I knew I wasn’t going to let that happen…
She was here now.
And she was mine.
And I wasn’t ever going to let that change again.
Chapter 8 – Wendy
This was the first time I had to get prepared like this. I dolled myself up in the little makeup I had and put on my best dress. And when I said best, I meant, the dress I rarely wore because it was fancy and I didn’t want to ever get tired of it by wearing it too much.
I stopped in the mirror and looked at myself.
Yeah, I was seriously overthinking this. This was Sam Reign, my high school sweet heart.
Sure, things didn’t turn out the way I had wanted them to. But this was like a fresh restart. In more ways than one.
My phone buzzed on the counter and I picked it up to see what all the buzzing was about.
It was a text from Sam.
Sam: I�
�m here outside waiting in the car. Ready?
My fingers were a bit shaky and I managed to text back saying that I’d be right out in a second.
Grabbing my purse, I left my room and peaked in on my father. He was reading a book.
“Dad?” I asked.
He looked up and his eyes brightened a little when he saw me all dolled up.
“Going somewhere fancy?” he croaked out.
“Just out to lunch. I’ll be back soon. I just wanted to check in on you,” I said. He wasn’t usually awake. And if he was, he wasn’t usually reading.
“Be safe. You look lovely.”
A weak smile crawled onto his face and I returned it with a smile of my own.
“Call me if you need anything, Dad.”
I closed his door and sauntered out to the parking lot where Sam was waiting.
Before I opened the door, I smoothed out my little black dress.
Okay, Wendy, here goes nothing.
I opened the door and the first thing my eyes fell on was a Gold Lamborghini Aventador.
Holy shit.
“Hey, come on. We’re gonna be late!” Sam called out, waiting by his car with the doors open. He wore a brilliant smile on his face and his outfit was sexy. He donned a white dress shirt with tan slacks. His leather shoes were buffed nicely and he looked like a million bucks.
According to our little agreement we hashed out, I was sure that he was worth more than a million bucks. After all, anyone who could afford all this…
Damn.
“Hey, nice wrap!” I said, my eyes dancing on the golden reflections on the car.
“Thanks. Gold. Our favorite color for car wraps.”
Clearly he hadn’t forgotten much about our past relationship. I stayed silent, not wanting to say the wrong thing.
It was awkward getting in the car since it was so low, but I managed. And Sam slid in as well, having less of a problem than I did.
“So, where are we going today?” I asked him. Sam wanted to keep this a secret. He mentioned that we needed to talk more about this deal.
“A restaurant called Dovoir. It’s a nice place. Not too flashy, but they have good food.”
I sighed. “Please, Dovoir is every bit as flashy as your car. How about Gonzo’s? The diner?”
Sam stopped at the stop sign. That was an old diner we’d frequent when we were younger. Before all the shit hit the fan. I immediately felt stupid for suggesting it.
“Sorry, Dovoir’s fine—” I started to say.
“No, no. I think you’re right,” he interrupted. “It’s been a long time since I had a good cheesesteak. Let’s go.”
Sam turned his car around and in no time we hit the freeway. The speed of this car was amazing. Invisible hands pushed me back in the seat as the car gained speed as if it were sliding on butter.
I glanced over at his speedometer— we were barely pushing fifty. But the way the suspension and everything worked together in this car… it was truly like we thought it’d be when Sam and I would talk all day about these things…
“How does fifty feel like a hundred?” I asked him.
“Italian sports cars for the win, huh?”
That smile again. And I made the mistake of looking at his eyes. A lump lodged in my throat and a small tingle ran down to my core.
The entire car smelled like him. Like pine and fresh air mixed with expensive cologne.
Even though I knew this car was small, it was really suffocating me now.
***
We finally pulled up to Gonzo’s Diner and got out after we parked. Many people had their eyes on the car and took their phones out to take pictures. The familiar scent of Gonzo’s Philly cheesesteaks emanated out of the diner and smacked me with a moment of nostalgia.
“Let’s sit over here,” Sam suggested once we were inside, walking with his cane to a booth to the far right, in the corner, with a nice window view. It used to be our favorite booth and I was sure that fact wasn’t lost on him although he appeared to be innocently suggesting it.
I scooted into the seat and Sam sat across from me.
Okay, Wendy, don’t stare into his eyes, don’t do it…
I did it. What an idiot I was.
The waitress who came over to take our orders served as a mild distraction and I was grateful for that.
Now that she was gone, that heavy feeling was creeping back in again.
“So, you’re going to marry me,” Sam said, without wasting any time.
“Huh?” I rubbed my forehead and sighed. “Oh, that. Sorry, I was in another world for a second.”
“I can tell.”
The waitress came back with our drinks and then Sam kept talking.
“So, in less than two weeks, an important man, John Gallock, will be coming to meet both of us. He needs to invest in my company and I need to show him that I’m a married man. For now.” Sam took a sip of his drink. Seeing him in business man mode was very sexy.
Yeah sure, he was the same old Sam I used to know and love, but this Sam was more refined, mature and smart. My cheeks flushed with heat and I struggled to follow his words.
“So, I guess we have to go to the court to get married,” I said, trying to get my mind off Sam’s good looks.
“Yes. But more than that. We need a wedding and all.”
I choked on my drink. “Wedding?”
“Gotta make it real as possible. Plus, I want to have you move in—”
“Absolutely not.” That’d be going way too far. I still remembered what happened between us. And even though we were young, it was the biggest betrayal of my life.
I folded my arms and leaned back in my booth seat.
“Wendy, I really need your cooperation.”
I was so annoyed that he would ask this of me. I had my own life, damn it. Plus, I had my father to take care of. I couldn’t just leave him behind or flaunt Sam’s wealth in his face.
Not after he lost so damn much.
“Sam, I… it’s complicated. I can’t just leap like that.”
“But it’s part of our agreement,” he said.
The waitress came back with our food and set it down in front of us. Sam didn’t even glance down. He just stared at me.
I hadn’t known it was all part of the deal. I wasn’t even sure that it was. But I had little power in this situation. Eliza’s reminder swept through my mind. I couldn’t say no to Sam and risk one point two million dollars.
“I just… my father, Sam. I don’t want to leave him alone. He’s had a rough time.”
Sam finally broke his gaze and looked down at his food.
“We’ll find a way. I want you with me.”
Maybe I was misinterpreting the words that came out of his mouth, but that sounded like more than a plea that I uphold my end of the agreement. It sounded like he wanted me… really wanted me to be with him.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Wendy?” he asked, the seriousness in his voice dialed up a notch.
“No!” I squeaked.
“Oh…”
Okay. This was all just reinforcing my theory that he actually wanted to be with me for real. He dug into his Philly cheesesteak and ate it with a fork and knife. I giggled and caught his attention.
“What? Eat this with my hands like I used to, and ruin my shirt? I like eating like this.” We both laughed and ate our food.
God, I remembered the times when Sam and I would huddle up in booths like these— including this very same booth we were in now— and have a good time.
It was all coming back again.
But still…
If there ever were real feelings on his end, then why did he have to take Alice Banks to Prom?
I almost got up the courage to ask him. But I ended up keeping my mouth shut anyways, telling myself to be smart. To think with my head and not my heart. And to not let him get close enough to my heart again, to break it like he did last time.
We were no longer high school kids going out on dates. I h
ad to remember that and keep reminding myself of it. This was just a business arrangement. That was all it was, no matter what. And even if he sometimes seemed as if he wanted more, I’d have to keep it that way, for my good and his.
Chapter 9 – Sam
“So, how is your father?” I asked Wendy, who kept her focus on her food.
Fuck. Everything about her was perfect. Down to even her chewing, and the soft curves of her cheeks and her hair.
I’d been dreaming of her last night. And now she was here, to work with me. As my wife.
Little did she know I had my intentions set to make her stay that way. Now that she was back in my life, I didn’t plan to let her go again.
Someone as attractive as her must have had a boyfriend or two in the past. I knew that. But that was in the past and the present was now. The present was her signing on to be my wife.
“Well, my dad’s had it tough. Lost his job some time ago…” she trailed off. Then she shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s been depressed. And hasn’t always had the best coping mechanisms.”
A soft scent of honeysuckle drifted my way. Even over the hearty smell of our food. It was subtle and feminine, very much her.
It didn’t matter about who she chose in the past. Now she was going to choose me. I was finally going to take her, like I should have done long ago. I had to keep my mind out of the gutter so I didn’t bust a huge erection.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, about her dad. “I hope things will get better for him.”
“Well, this will help,” she acknowledged.
“So, about that. In three days, we’re going to get our marriage certificate underway. Would you like to shop for a ring, or should it be a surprise?” I asked Wendy, noting her rose colored cheeks.
“Um, you can choose. I’m not going to be picky. So, go ahead, surprise me.”
“Very well then.” I smiled and took the last bites of my cheesesteak.
“But you do know, I’ll need you living with me. And soon. While I don’t want to take you away from your father, there is work that needs to be done.” I tried to say in the way that made me sound like an asshole the least.