by Swan, Carol
A dark secret, huh?
Flipping through, I read on, “Billionaire by day, swinger by night.”
Interesting. Who would have thought Monroe would be involved in that kind of stuff?
I flipped to the next page where I found a large picture of him. He stood there in front of a large crowd of people, his several thousand dollar suit partially open and his hands on his hips. Smiling of course.
My mind wandered.
Monroe pressed his firm body against mine, pulled my head back by my hair. Kissing down my throat and twirling my hard nipples in his mouth. “I want you,” he said firmly, “I want only you.”
Turning Monroe up a notch and slowly sliding him inside me, I returned his words, “I’m yours.”
My back arced as I felt him slide deeper inside as I ran my fingers over his picture. “God… what I would let you do to me,” I said out loud as I heard a knock at the door downstairs.
Damnit.
Running Monroe up over my button one last time, I clicked him off.
Wrapping a towel around my body and putting my hair in a bun, I ran to the bedroom and slipped on a comfortable loose dress and panties. I ran down the stairs towards the door. Nobody should be coming over at this hour. It was well after seven already.
I peeked through the peephole. Four men in suits with a limousine behind them. Being a tailor, I knew a suit when I saw one. These suits were expensive. One would have to pay a fortune for something like that.
Must be important.
The door opened as I turned the knob. “Hello?”
“There is someone that would like to… speak with you,” the man on the left spoke firmly. As if it made a difference. They all looked like bodyguards. Large, beefy and well paid bodyguards.
Their hands wrapped around my arms and walked me towards the limo.
Now I can honestly say I’ve never done anything illegal in my entire life. I was the good girl. I am the good girl.
The ride was short. Maybe ten minutes. Not a word was spoken nor a glance given to me. It was comfortable though. My mind ran wild the whole time. Who? Why? Was this some sort of extravagant kidnapping?
We arrived.
A large mansion surrounded by a high steel gate. The guard at the gate nodded to the suited men inside the car as it opened.
Large manicured gardens displayed in the front yard. One large fountain in the center with paved blacktop circling it. Several cars were pulled up in front of the mansion. Each was well worth more than I have ever made in my entire life, even if I added up every dime.
I sat there, waiting, as the suited men stood up and walked over to my door.
“Let’s go. He wants you.”
“Who wants me?”
Not a single word was muttered in reply. I was left to my fate, whatever that might be.
The large double door opened at the top of the stairs.
Two more guards stepped out as I made my way up the stairs. Glancing behind me, I suddenly realized where I was. The large M on the gate. The gold M on the center of each of the doors.
Monroe.
I stepped inside the lavish mansion. Everything appeared to be accented with black or gold. Whoever decorated this place must have had an overwhelmingly large budget. So much so they had to dip everything in gold to spend their quota.
Footsteps echoed off the walls as I stood there taking in the sights. My eyes followed the red carpet up the stairs. There he was at the top. Monroe.
He nodded to the guards behind me and walked down the hall out of my sight.
“Let’s go,” the guard said firmly as he placed his hand on my back and led me deeper into the mansion.
Moans of pleasure seeped through the walls as we turned the corner. Apparently someone was having a good time. Was it Monroe with another woman other than his wife? After all, he was a swinger.
We turned around another corner. A man stood in front of a large wooden door. He nodded to the guard behind me and grasped the handle.
Inside was darkness. I could barely keep my hands from trembling as I held onto the rail and descended deeper.
My eyes adjusted as I look forward to the center of the room. A chair with red linen and gold handles. Hung on the side was a small piece of ribbon, and the other, a black tie.
Perhaps I was there for questioning. Perhaps not. Either way, I was stuck.
He sat me down in the chair, loosely wrapping my hands behind my back with the ribbon and slipping the tie around my eyes.
“Wait.”
The one word echoed in my mind as I heard his footsteps disappear into the darkness.
I sat there for what seemed like eternity as echoes of ecstasy filled my ears.
Alright. Enough of this. I’m leaving.
Footsteps down the wooden stairs.
I called out, “Hello?”
No reply.
The footsteps stopped in front of me. I could easily get out of the bindings, but did I really want to? I guess the real question is, do I want to go back to my mostly average life or float on this adrenaline high?
“I’ve been watching you,” the person says. Obviously a man. He sounded familiar, like someone I once knew.
My mind already knew who was there. No doubt. But everything else told me it wasn’t. It had to be some sort of fantasy or dream.
“Who are you?”
I felt his breath against the back of my neck as his hands rested on my shoulders. “You know who I am, but do you know what I want?”
A chill ran up my spine as my mind raced with the possibilities. What could a man with millions in the bank possibly want with me?
The footsteps circled back around in front of me. “Jessie…”
“You once knew me as Dave. We went to the same high school oh so many years ago. I remember asking you out to the school dance. You turned me down.”
I did remember him asking me to the dance. He always had a thing for me, but at the time I was so focused on my schoolwork I hadn’t noticed.
Nodding, I opened my mouth to speak but a single finger hushed me.
“All the women in the world can’t even compare to you. I’ve never forgotten your smile. I find myself unable to resist and so I come to you again…”
His words trailed off as I felt his hands run down my legs.
“…I need something from you.”
He needs something from me? What could I possibly have that he could want, much less need?
“Anything,” I replied without hesitation.
“I need you to dance with me.”
“Dance? I don’t understand.”
His hands slid up between my legs, ever so slightly underneath my dress.
“A dance of pleasure, pain, lust and love,” he murmured.
I nodded, finally understanding what he wanted. No… needed.
Speaking softly into the darkness I replied, “Why me?”
“You captivate me. I can’t tell you why, but I know without a shadow of doubt you are the one. You are the single person that blends the line between love and lust. I need to experience desire on an untamed level with you.”
I nodded again, unable to speak. My breath was taken away by this billionaire playboy. I guess even the rich men have depth. For him to need me in such an animalistic way was beyond my imagination. What harm could one night be? I had nobody to go home to.
My legs opened for him. Only one finger on each leg. Was that all it took? A rich man, a dark basement and a sob story?
His cologne was enough to drive my senses wild. Deep guttural groans escaped his mouth, much like an animal during mating season. He wanted what I had. But did he have something I wanted? What could a middle class woman in her late twenties want from a rich man other than money? I certainly wasn’t a gold digger.
My thoughts were interrupted by loud footsteps coming down the stairs. “David! This is the last time I’m going to tell you. Get your ass up here right now!”
It was his wife. I’ve see
n her on the television. I could tell her squawking from anywhere. The media always made her out to be this crazy woman, but for some reason he still stayed with her. It was probably her looks. The boob job, the blonde hair, the… well, bimbo sort of attitude. I was the opposite, or at least I thought I was. Was he really that shallow?
Monroe sighed and replied without emotion, “That’s my wife.”
“I understand …” I trailed softly into the darkness, “but why bring me here only to leave?”
The sound of his footsteps faded as he walked towards the stairs. I could hear the hesitation in his feet and the deep breathing of his want to stay. Perhaps it was best he leave. Perhaps.
Quiet.
The darkness enveloped me as I sat there, waiting. What I was waiting for was as confusing as the reason I was brought here to this mansion.
Would he return to finish the job?
Minutes ticked by, then hours – or what seemed like hours anyways.
Reaching up, I took off the blindfold and looked around.
Light escaped a crack in the door up the wooden stairs to my right. A door to my left leading to places unknown. Cool air breathing down on my body from a small window high on the wall.
Words broke through the silence like a knife through butter, “Jessie right?”
I looked up the stairs. A guard.
“Yes… that’s me.”
“Come; let’s get you to bed. You need to be ready for tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? I certainly wasn’t aware of anything going on tomorrow… other than work. Boring, drab, middle-life crisis kind of work. Fuck it.
“Ok,” was all I was able to muster up as I stood from the chair and headed up the stairs.
The mansion was quiet as he led me up the winding staircase to the second floor.
“Here we are. This room is yours,” he said quietly as he opened a door in front of us, “now don’t you go poking around. Stay here. I’ll have someone to your room in the morning to help you get dressed.”
I nodded as he turned on the light. My breath was taken away by the sight before me. A large canopy bed with four large pillars reaching up towards the ceiling, extravagant paintings lining the walls, and what appeared to be a large Jacuzzi in the connecting bathroom. Jesus.
“If you need anything, just press this button,” – he pointed to the intercom on the wall, – “I’ll come running.”
I forced a smile. Everything in the room was either an antique or exquisitely designed just for this room in particular and just for me.
The door closed behind me as I stood there, my mouth agape and my eyes staring at a long table at the end of the bed. On it was an assortment of chocolate buttercreams, truffles, ballotines, strawberries, biscuits, and a small wrapped box. The box was the size of my palm with a small pink bow and mini rose on top.
Walking over, I picked up the box. It had my name on it, “To Jess – From Monroe.”
My heart skipped a beat as my skin flushed with warmth. I didn’t need a mirror to know there was a smile on my face.
I sat on the side of the bed and pulled the wrapping off.
Inside was a small black box. One of those little ring boxes a person would purchase at a diamond store.
My hands shook. No way this guy was going to give me diamonds, or worse… propose? No. He was happily married. Maybe minus the happy part. Maybe.
Lifting the little top of the box revealed a dainty necklace adorned with pearls and accented with diamonds. I could have sworn I stopped breathing for at least a minute.
What I was holding within my hands was certainly worth more than my entire… everything.
I flipped the little black box over out of curiosity. A sixty karat necklace.
My hands grew clammy as I stood up and started pacing, my mind running like a marathon sprinter. A sixty karat necklace and he just met me? Is this guy insane or trying to buy me? He certainly didn’t need to spend that kind of money.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I would never have to eat Raman noodles again.
I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and a knock on the door.
“Good morning,” a chipper voice says from beyond the door to my room. It opens.
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I look over. An elderly woman stood there dressed in what appeared to be a maid’s outfit. Cute. Monroe even has maids.
“Good morning to you too,” I exclaim with a smile as she walks over to the bathroom and starts running a bath.
“Monroe welcomes to you breakfast in the dining area after you get cleaned up. I’ve brought some clothes I think you’ll enjoy. It’s not often he lets his women stay overnight, much less have breakfast with him you know.”
I smiled and walked into the bathroom then slipped into the warm bath. “How many women does he have over?”
She returned the smile, “Well, come to think of it. Not many. You would be surprised with him being so rich and all.”
I began washing myself as she kept talking, “I’ve been in his service for a few months now and honestly I can only remember him bringing home two women. Oddly enough, they both looked very similar to you.”
While rinsing myself off, I replied, “That is odd. Does he have some sort of fetish for women who… look like me?”
The maid sat down on the toilet next to me and leaned over close. Awkwardly close and whispered, “You know. He’s looking for this girl he met back in high school. I guess he never really got over her. It’s the weirdest thing really.”
I stood up from the tub and began drying off. Even the towels were extravagant and lined with gold. Go figure.
“Do you know her name?” I said quietly in response.
The maid glanced at the door and looked back at me. “I’ve overheard him talking to his wife about it, and he’s looking for a girl named Jessie. I know your name is Jessie, but come on. Monroe has been looking for her for years and hasn’t found her. At this point, I think the whole thing is made up and the money is making him lose his mind. Did you go happen to go to the same high school or something?”
I nodded.
This lady sure does talk a lot for being a maid. I couldn’t imagine hiring someone who talks so much… especially if they talked about me behind my back.
“I did. I actually blew him off when he asked me to the school dance. He was one of those guys who didn’t really care much about his schooling and showed off in front of the girls. Not really my type,”—I reached out my hand, — “I’m Jessie, obviously, what’s your name? I didn’t catch it.”
My hand was left hanging in the air as she replied, “Emily. I’m Monroe’s mother-in-law.”
Emily stood and turned walked out of the bathroom. She seemed to have the same air about her as Monroe’s wife. I could tell she didn’t like me.
Fuck. I bet she was digging for information. If she feels I’m a threat to his wife… then I’m a threat to her and her perfect little life. God damnit.
Picking up the dress Emily brought in, I quickly realized it didn’t fit. At all.
That bitch! She even took my dress from last night. I have nothing to wear. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I walked over to the intercom and pressed the button as I as wrapped myself up in the towel.
“Hello?”
The intercom crackled for a moment then responded, “Yes Jessie?”
“I could use something to wear. Something… cute.”
As if a guy could understand any of that. I’m sure I was speaking Spanish to him.
“Look inside the wardrobe. I believe it is already set up for you.”
Stunned, I replied, “…alright. Thanks!”
Inside the walk-in closet was packed full of clothing. Every dress color, length and style I could possibly imagine. Shoes too.
Picking out a cute outfit was easy. Everything went perfect with the necklace.
Alright. Breakfast.
I took a deep breath and walked into the hall.
Monroe sat
at the end of the table with his wife to his right and his mother-in-law to his left. He wore a full black suit with a gold watch. His white collared shirt underneath was pressed and without wrinkle. I couldn’t imagine the amount of time it must have taken him to get ready this morning. Normally I was the same way… but if the mother-in-law wasn’t there jabbering all morning I could have taken my time and been much more put together as well.
I was on the opposite end. The table was blanketed with a white cloth accented with a gold inlaid cross pattern. Atop was stacked with pancakes, fruits and rolls. Beautiful.
The wife. The crazy bitch. She sat there picking at her food, nibbling here and there while complaining about something under her breath the entire time. Barely audible. Not that I wanted to listen to her anyways.
Monroe’s eyes never left mine as we ate in silence. The birds chirping said more than anyone at that table did until every plate was clean.
“I’m out for the evening. Today is the salon,” Monroe’s wife said bluntly as she stood and stared at my necklace.
Monroe replied, “Have fun Lacey. See you tonight.”
His response was flat and obviously forced. There was definitely something going on between them.
Emily scowled at me as she spoke up, “And what are your plans Jessie? Are you off to pick up your kids from school or are you… staying here?”
Every nerve in my body twitched as she mentioned kids. “I don’t have kids, but to answer your question, I’m not sure. I don’t really have plans. I suppose I should get to work.”
Monroe sat there without expression. He sure did have one hell of a poker face.
“Do what you like. I’m leaving for the day as well. Monroe will show you out.”
I nodded as I watched Monroe push his plate towards the center of the table then nod to the waiter.
Emily stood and looked at me with the same scowl as before then walked behind me and muttered, “Bitch…”
I turned and looked back at her, but she was already at the door. She turned and smirked then walked out.
Monroe spoke up, “I’m sorry about that. She really isn’t the nicest person you’ll ever meet.”
Smiling, I replied, “No worries. I’ve never had to deal with in-laws so I’m not really sure how to handle someone like that. Go you for being so understanding.”