A Debt Paid

by Black, Joslyn

  “Hello, love.”

  “Calix, I’m going to be a little late coming home tonight.” “You’re working late again? Anya, love, you really need to cut down your hours.”

  “No, Calix, I need to stop by the pharmacy and get a test.”

  “Test? Test for what? Are you sick? Should I come get you?”

  “No, no I need to get an uhm pregnancy test. My period is late.” It was then that I realized the true meaning of the statement ‘The silence was deafening’.

  “Calix, did you hear me?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, I’m only a day late, but I’m never late.” “Oh God, Anya, love, I’m so excited I can’t even—I don’t have words. Don’t take the test till I’m with you, okay?”

  “Oh, do you have to work late?”

  “No, love, I just need to run an errand before I get home.”

  “Oh, okay, I’ll meet you at home then.”

  “Okay, love, I’ll be home soon.” When Calix hung up with Anya, he was popping at the seams. He buzzed his assistant.

  “Yes, Mr. Anastas?” “I need you to call a florist. I want a dozen different bouquets sent to my penthouse. And I want a chilled bottle of Moët & Chandon. Call the doorman in my building to let him know about the florist, so he can let the deliveries in. I want them within the hour. I want them there before Anya gets home.”

  “Yes, sir, planning a big night tonight?”

  “Yes, Anya, may be expecting.” “Oh! Mr. Anastas congratulations. If you don’t mind me suggesting, champagne might not be the best choice if she’s expecting. Maybe a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling cider.”

  “Oh yes, I didn’t think of that. Thank you, Alexis”

  “My pleasure, sir.”

  Chapter 12 When Anya got home and walked through the door, she was bombarded by dozens of flowers. There were a variety of colors splashed all over the room, from red roses to white lilies to yellow daisies to orange mums and more. As she walked further into the penthouse, she saw Calix standing holding a bottle that looked like champagne with a big fat grin spread across his face. Anya couldn’t help but smile back, and when she spoke, her voice was jovial.

  “What did you do?” “I was just excited and happy; I wanted to get you flowers.” He walked up to her and showed her the bottle.

  “Sparkling cider to celebrate if the test is positive, and if it’s not, we’ll celebrate over the fact that we get to keep on trying.” He chuckled as he wiggled his eyebrows and leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Impatiently he took the pharmacy bag she was holding. “Is this the test?”

  “Yes.” “Let’s go take it.” He grabbed hold of her hand and started pulling her toward the bathroom. Anya gently pulled her hand away. She was a little embarrassed about telling him, but she didn’t want him in the bathroom with her.

  “Uhm, Calix, I have to pee on the test stick. I really don’t want you in the

  bathroom with me.” His face furrowed at her words. “But, when I’m done, I’ll set it on the counter, and we can both watch it change.”

  He was mollified by her latter comment. “Okay, tell me when you’re done I’ll be right here outside the door.” He kissed her again before she closed the door. After Anya shut the door and ripped open the box, she began to read the instructions. They seemed simple enough. Pee on the stick for fifteen seconds then set it down on a level surface. So, she did as the box instructed. When she was finished, she placed some toilet paper on the counter, set the test down, and washed her hands. As she was washing her hands, she heard Calix whiningly asking if she was done yet through the door. She was surprised Calix had whined. He didn’t seem the type; he must just be really excited.

  She opened the door to let him in, and he went straight to the counter where the test lay. He reached out for Anya and held her close to him while they waited. They both stood there still as statues, waiting, although Calix would periodically kiss her head. When the five minutes were up, they still kept looking at the test. The only thing visible was a minus sign, which meant not pregnant. Anya turned and buried her face in Calix’s chest. Anya took in a large breath and huffed.

  “I’m sorry.” Her voice was muffled, since her face was still buried in his chest.

  Soothingly he rubbed her back up and down and spoke softly.

  “It’s okay, love, nothing to be sorry about. It didn’t happen now, but it will.” “But, you were so excited, and you bought all those flowers.” She sniffled. Was she crying? Calix asked himself.

  “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m only a day late.” “Shhhhh,” he crooned as he pulled her head up and kissed her. The kiss started off slow and gentle, but as his arousal grew so did the intensity of his kiss. He began to unzip her dress and slowly pushed it off of her shoulders. Then he undid her bra. While he was removing her clothes, Anya started to unbutton his shirt. When she was finished, he had to stop what he was doing to pull off his shirt. She then went to undo his pants, but he stopped her so he could remove his shoes. He then straightened up and tore his pants off. She was in nothing but her lace panties and grey high heels, and she looked fucking hot. Her eyes were dilated, her nipples tightly knotted, and her lips pump. At the sight of her lips, his stiffened rod began to weep as he thought of how it would feel to have her take him into her mouth and having those plump lips locked around him.

  His voice was guttural when he spoke, unable to control his baser need. “I need you on your knees, love.”

  She looked up to his face; her eyes wide and curious.

  He repeated himself as he began to stroke his hard length, “Knees.” Anya did as instructed and went down on her knees. He pulled at the band and pins holding her hair up. When they were gone and her hair was loose, he grabbed a fistful at the back of her head and, with his cock in the other hand, slowly eased her face toward him.

  “Lick, then open your mouth. I want to feel those luscious lips around my cock.” She was hesitant, so he tightened his grip on her hair and brushed the crown of his cock against her lips.

  “Please, love.” His plea surprised her, but then so did what he wanted her to do. She tentatively stuck her tongue out and licked the crown of his head.

  “Ahhhh, Anya, more please.” She looked up at him. He had his eyes closed, and his breathing had

  deepened. She loved that she’d turned the tables on him and had power over him. She had no experience what so ever, but she was going to give it her best effort. She wrapped her hand around his steel rod as best she could, given the fact that his girth was so much that her fingers couldn’t encircle him completely. She opened her mouth and took as much of him in as she could. He groaned as she did, and he grabbed another hand full of her hair, pushing and pulling her head, gently showing her the rhythm he wanted. After a couple of minutes, she picked the rhythm up. He didn’t know what felt better at that moment, her warm wet mouth or her warm tight cunt. He really wouldn’t be able to decide until he’s had her ass, which he wanted badly, but he had to prep her for that. Soon, though, he would have it soon. God, her mouth felt good. She was a fast learner.

  Anya was really enjoying giving him this pleasure and hearing his groans and moans when she took him in deeper. When she’d tighten around his head, his hands would grip her hair tighter.

  Calix was getting close, and though he would love to climax and come in her mouth, he didn’t want to waste his seed. She wasn’t pregnant yet, so he didn’t want to waste a drop.

  “God, Anya, love! Ahhhh, baby, stop.” Stop? Why would he want me to stop, was I doing it wrong, she questioned to herself. She stopped and looked up, a little embarrassed that she was doing it so badly he had to stop her. She thought by the sounds he was making that he was enjoying it.

  “Was–was I doing it wrong?”

  Calix didn’t understand why she would ask such a question.

  “What?”

  “You stopped me. Was I that bad?” He pulled her up and turned her around to face the
mirror as he cupped her breast and started to run his hand down lower and lower, and he whispered in her ear, “God no, love, it felt too good. I didn’t want to come in your mouth, but here.” He sunk a finger in deep inside her. She was sopping wet. He thought she must have enjoyed it as much he did. “This is where I want to come but not before you do.” He lowered his lips to her neck and kissed and nipped at her while pinching her nipple and thrusting his finger in and out. Calix used his thumb to rub and put pressure on her clit. She was crying out in minutes, mid orgasm he pulled his finger out, bent her down onto the counter top, grabbed her hips, and plunged into her. She was even tighter when she was mid orgasm. And, by pounding into her, he was making her climax last, since his was just starting.

  “Oh God, Anya, fuck you feel so good.” He began to cry out with every blast of cum that shot into her. “Ahh, ahh, ahh.” He crashed into her one last time and then bent over on top of her. He raised up and kissed her down her back as he withdrew from her body.

  “Oh, love, I will never get enough of you. Come here.” He pulled her up and into his arms. She caressed his face and looked deep onto his eyes, and it was there again, that emotion she didn’t want to put a name to, but she knew it. She knew it, yet didn’t understand it. Those thoughts from their first day came crashing back to her. These last couple of weeks, she had actually forgotten why she was here.

  She had actually gotten wrapped up in the great sex, orgasms, and

  companionship.

  She had even gotten excited about this wedding and disappointed when her pregnancy test came up negative.

  She shouldn’t feel this way. She shouldn’t be here. She couldn’t do this.

  She most defiantly should not feel this way.

  She most certainly should not love this man. Calix was looking down into her eyes. They were bright, and her lips were curved up into a smile. Then she started to blink rapidly, her brows furrowed, and her smile disappeared.

  “Anya, what’s wrong?” She stepped out of his embrace, bent over and picked up her clothes, and walked out of the bathroom. Calix was right behind her; his gut was telling him

  something was seriously wrong.

  “Anya, what’s wrong? Answer me.” He raised his voice.

  She started to get re-dressed and mutter to herself or Calix. She didn’t know.

  “I can’t, I just can’t. I need to go.” Calix started to worry; something was really wrong. His voice was actually strained. “Anya, Anya love, tell me what’s wrong?”

  She raised her hands to cover her ears and shouted at him, “Stop! Just stop! Don’t call me love, and don’t act like there’s nothing wrong!” She continued to scream in his face, “This is wrong, this is all wrong. You twisted everything around until I actually forgot I forgot why I was here!”

  Calix’s face fell. He was standing in front of her bare ass-naked while she finished dressing. He couldn’t believe she was bringing that up. He’d thought that he had shown her that what was between them was real. She walked out of the room, towards the front door. He went after her. His voice was not his own; it wasn’t the strong, confident, business man who was speaking, no this was a man who had fallen in love and was scared that his love was leaving.

  “Anya, Anya, please, love, calm down. Let’s just talk about this.”

  “No! No! No!” she bellowed and ran out the door.

  Chapter 13 Anya ran from the penthouse, barely taking the time to grab her purse before she left. She was crying hysterically on the elevator ride down. When the elevator reached the lobby, she tried to get her phone from her purse but fumbled and dropped it. She bent down to pick it up and stumbled out of the elevator. The doorman caught her before she fell on her face.

  “Miss Richards, are you all right, ma’am?” She wiped her the tears from her face. “Yes, yes, I’m fine, thank you.” She steadied herself and walked swiftly out of the building. The minute she got in her car, she started it up and sped away, driving where she didn’t know. Her mind began to race; her thoughts were jumbled like a TV playing multiple shows at once all on fast forward. She couldn’t marry Calix. She just couldn’t; it was wrong. What was she going to do now? And what was going to happen now that she was backing out of their deal? Was her mother going to be in danger again? She needed to figure things out and fast. One thing she had to do immediately was call her mother. She was much too distracted and emotional to drive and talk on the phone, so she plugged in her blue tooth.

  “Hello.”

  “Mom.”

  “Yes. Anya, is there something wrong, honey? You sound upset.” “God, Mom, I don’t know where to begin.” Anya just drove around the city with absolutely no idea on where to go. She just kept driving as she told her mother everything. She told her about her father, his debt, the threat against her, the deal struck, and even how she lost her virginity.

  Carol couldn’t believe what Anya was saying. She started to cry over what Anya had done for her.

  “Oh, honey, why didn’t you come to me?” “Mom, how could I, you can barely function as it is. I love you, but you’re always drunk. How was I supposed to tell you?”

  “Oh, Anya, I’m not drunk all the time.”

  “Yes, you are, Mom.”

  “No, no, honey. Oh God, I should have told you.”

  “Told me what?”

  “I’ve been faking it.”

  “What!” Anya screamed. “After I tried to leave your father and he wouldn’t let me, I started planning. I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave him unless I had money and a good lawyer. So, I started hiding money away. I’d started off small by buying clothes, jewelry and things on the credit cards and then returned them for cash. Always keeping the bigger transactions below a few thousand, so it wouldn’t draw attention. When I paid for things, and it gave me the option for cash back I would take small amounts out. Then I took that money and saved. I saved until I had enough to invest. I bought low risk bonds via index funds. With each return, I’d invest more. To make sure your father didn’t think I was able to function, I made sure he always saw me drinking or with a drink in my hand.”

  Anya gasped. “Mom, you should have told me. It’s been almost five years.” “I know. I was waiting for his reelection. He won’t want a big salacious divorce during an election year. I thought he’d let me go easier.”

  “Mom, how much money do you have?” “Well, it’s not all in cash. It’s broken up in a lot of small accounts and more than half of it is still in bonds, but roughly, depending on the market, almost half a million.”

  Anya chocked in shock. “What! How are you hiding that much money?” Carol’s voice was calm and clear as she laid this last bit of information on her daughter. “Well, actually, I don’t have the money, you do—well you and Grandma Nancy.”

  “What! What are you talking about? Grandma Nancy is dead.” “I had to make sure the money didn’t alert the IRS or trace back to me in the off chance that your father checked. I learned how to funnel and hide things. I opened a couple of offshore accounts in your name.”

  “Oh God, Mom.”

  “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was really glad when Calix offered me the trip with his mom. I started planning to go and not come back till the divorce was final.”

  “Mom, I’m sorry, I messed up your plans.” Anya started to sniffle and cry again.

  “No, no, no, baby, don’t cry. I changed my plans.”

  “You did?” “Yes, I’ve been talking with Maria. I told her my situation, and I was actually going to move in and roommate with her. She told me about her brother-in-law, you know what I mean?”

  “Yes.” “Well, she assured me that I

  wouldn’t have any trouble with your father. I’m moving in this weekend. Of course, your father doesn’t know. He’s going to be served once I’m out.”

  “Mom, do you think she’ll still help you now that I’m not going to marry Calix?” “Anya, you must not know Maria very well. She doesn’t know about this, doe
s she?”

  “No.”

  “Didn’t think so. She would never have allowed Calix to do this.”

  “Mom, I need to leave. I know Calix won’t leave me alone if I stay.”

  “Baby, why don’t you tell Maria?” “No, I can’t. His uncle knows. If she goes to him and finds out everyone knew but her, it would cause a lot of trouble between everyone. I–I can’t do that.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m going to text you the bank information, write it down then delete the text. I want you to memorize the account information then I want you to rip, shred, burn or whatever to the paper so that there is nothing for anyone to find. Use as much as you need. I want to know where you go, though. You stay in contact with me.”

  “Mom, where should I go? If I go anywhere with family, he’ll just track me down and come get me.”

  “What about your girlfriend on the coast? Nicole—you still talk a lot with her. Could you go there? And, don’t worry about your job; I’ll talk to Jim. I won’t tell him everything, just enough so he

  understands.”

  “Okay, I’ll call Nicole. I don’t have anything with me. I ran out with only my purse. I need a plane ticket, clothes. I have nothing.”

  “Anya, calm down, you’re working yourself up again. I’m going to go over to Maria’s. I’ll use her computer, so there’s no trace for your father to find. I’ll get your ticket so there’s nothing on your bank statement for Calix to find. When you get to Nicole’s, you’ll pull money from the account and buy some clothes. It’ll be okay, honey. I’ll take care of everything. You got into this mess trying to protect me. I’m going to get you out of it.”