I grasped my hands together as I rested on the cushions my ass high in the air as he possessed me. I couldn’t call it anything else because with each push and pull of him inside me, he owned my body. I was crying helplessly as another orgasm shattered through me and still he continued on pumping into me until I ached with his domination.
I felt his groin press into my ass and then the warm stream filled me inside, bathing me with his pleasure. Completely spent I couldn’t breathe or think. Even when he slowly pulled from my burning core I was unable to do more than catch my breath.
“Fuck Laura, I have no control with you baby.” He pulled me up and turned me only long enough to lift me in his arms. With long strides he walked back to his bathroom sitting me down on the toilet to turn on the faucet for the bath.
Talking wasn’t much of an option as I tried to wrap my mind around what he’d just done. Even in the shower I hadn’t felt so completely dazed by his ability to control me. I felt my body being lifted then lowered into the warm water and gasped as my sex stung. I wasn’t sure why I felt like crying but I didn’t fight the urge.
“Shit baby, don’t cry. Please Laura.” He stepped into the bath with me, clothes and all and held me. The tears didn’t stop, but I didn’t let go either. His arms held me tightly and I clung to him like my life depended on it.
I felt his hands caressing my hair and knew that I’d never been cherished this way in my life before. “Tell me you forgive me Laura. I never meant to hurt you.” The desperation in his voice made my tears fall harder. I didn’t want to let go. Everything about him consumed me and I couldn’t explain to him the emotions it made me feel.
The earlier pain of passion was already fading and I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t really hurt. I couldn’t speak through the sobs that racked my frame. For long minutes we sat that way and I realized what he made me feel scared the hell out of me. Not the sex, although that was mind-blowing, but being so needy to the point that I was afraid I’d never get enough of him.
“Taylor!” A woman’s voice broke through the moment we were having and I looked up into his face.
“Not now Mother.” I heard him grumble under his breath. “If I don’t go out to her she might come in here.” He whispered the words in my ear, still caressing my hair tenderly. I nodded and tried not to grin as he stepped out of the tub, his clothes drenched.
“Just a moment mother, I’m in the bathroom.” He called out loudly and quickly divested himself of the wet clothes. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he turned back to smile at me warmly. “I’ll try to get rid of her.”
I nodded and watched him disappear out the door, and finally noticed the chill of the water. I let it out and stepped out to find my own towel. The bathroom door was cracked and I saw Taylor dressing hastily. He’d just pulled on a shirt when a woman barged in dressed in elegant refinement.
“Darling you didn’t return your calls all weekend I was so worried.” I watched Taylor walk into her embrace and wondered what it would feel like to have my own mother hug me that way. Shaking my head, I knew that would never happen and I quickly dried off.
I felt like an eavesdropper as she went through all the details of her weekend and then stiffened when I heard her speak my name. “So did you find that Laura Burns that your father wrote into his will?”
“I did mother, you have nothing to worry about.”
“So she wasn’t a little trollop he was playing with.” I heard her sigh of relief and my breath caught in my throat. “I was so afraid he was being unfaithful again and I don’t know if my heart could have stood to be deceived again.”
My hand flew to my mouth at her words as I tried to stifle the gasp her words wrenched forth. She thought I’d been sleeping with her husband? Lenny was old enough to be my father. A cold realization flooded through my mind and left me frozen on my feet. If she believed that about me, then that could only mean? I was going to be sick.
So many things made sense in that moment that I felt overwhelmed with dizziness. He had come to the coffee shop thinking that Lenny and I were lovers. All those strange insinuations he’d made, all of it fit. I’d been a fool. Just like my mother had always told me. Men couldn’t be trusted. Use them up before they break your heart.
I didn’t care if his mother was in the room I strode out in only my towel, enraged to the point I wanted to hurt him. “No your husband wasn’t sleeping with me Mrs. Ross, but your son had no problem proving that I was a whore for him.”
I was mortified and all I could think about was getting out of this place and away from him. He’d gotten me to be exactly what he wanted, what he thought I was from the beginning. Storming out of the room I ran to the front door, not caring if anyone else saw me.
“Laura! Damn it wait.” I pushed the button for the elevator and kept pounding on it refusing to look at him.
“Fuck off Taylor. I never want to see you again!” He tried to grab my arm and I turned to kick him right between the legs. I’d never been so happy to see a man on his knees in my life before.
Rushing into the elevator I made it back to my floor and without any thought but escape, I started packing. Dragging on a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and my ragged tennis shoes, I got back to work. Throwing things into my old luggage I refused to cry. He had lied to me from the beginning. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The litany played over and over in my mind as I grabbed my old clothes.
I left all the things he’d bought. I had no idea what I was going to do, no job, no house and two thousand dollars in the bank, but anything was better than being his whore. I’d embraced it alright. There was no doubt in my mind any longer that a virgin could become a whore. All I had to do was look at what I’d become in a weekend with him.
Dragging my one suitcase I found my way back to the elevator. I’d allowed myself to become exactly what he wanted and I hated knowing he had won. I had to get my head together. Hotel. Some place cheap that I could regroup and put some type of plan in motion. I rode down until reaching the ground floor and wanted to scream when I saw him standing there.
“Get the fuck away from me Taylor or I’m calling the police.” I wanted to make a scene if that’s what it took to make him back off. I never wanted to speak to him again. There were a few people inside the lobby waiting for the elevator and they turned watching the show.
“You have to let me explain. I promise this isn’t what it looks like.” His eyes were full of concern and I wanted to slap the shit out of him for being such a deceitful prick.
“There’s nothing to explain. You thought I was a whore and that’s what you turned me into. I never want to see you again!” I fought back the tears as I screamed out the accusations and continued walking until I was outside on the pavement again.
“Where are you going to go? Stop this and just talk to me.” How dare he act like he was concerned? Of course I had nowhere to go, the asshole had planned for this since the day we met.
I didn’t look back, instead I walked as fast as I could dragging a fully loaded suitcase on wheels behind me.
“Damn it this is ridiculous. At least stay in the apartment until you find something else.”
“Fuck. You. Taylor!” The sidewalk was full of people and they were all staring at us like we were some amusement park attraction. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to leave me alone.
One of Chicago’s finest walked up and I’d never been happier to see a police officer in my life. “Is there a problem here?”
“This man is harassing me and I want him to stop.” I knew intuitively that Taylor would keep following me unless I did something and I didn’t trust myself not to be a dumb ass and give in.
“I think the lady wants you to leave her alone, Sir. Are we going to have a problem?” The conviction in the officer’s voice did what I couldn’t and I saw Taylor holding up his hands saying he was backing off.
“Move along young lady.” His stern face gave me a small smile and I thanked him in a whisper soft voice befor
e walking down the sidewalk.
Taylor didn’t follow and I didn’t look back to see if the officer was the reason or he’d decided that I really meant what I said. I continued walking until I came into a not so nice part of town. I knew the hotels here were cheaper but that meant dealing with a higher crime rate.
At the moment I didn’t have much of a choice. I saw one with a vacancy light blinking and stepped inside. The little Indian man behind the counter gave me the once over with his eyes and asked me if I wanted a room.
I told him I needed one for an indefinite amount of time and he gave me the rates. I paid him for a week and signed the registration before getting a worn set of keys. Tracking down the nasty hall I knew that I was going to hate this place. Several people stared at me and I felt that eerie sensation like I was about to get mugged or worse. I hurried to find my room then quickly stepped inside locking the door behind me.
The room was nothing more than a bed, old ragged dresser, ancient television, phone, and small cubicle bathroom. At least it was clean. Until I got my life in order again, this was going to be home. I left all my things in the suitcase and sat down on the hard as a rock bed.
Only then did I let myself give in to the tears I’d been holding back. When I was spent, I vowed to never cry again and somehow find a way to fix the incredible mess I’d made of my life. Falling back on the bed I fell into a fitful sleep, waking up almost every hour to screaming or sex in one of the rooms beside me. I guess I knew what this hotel was used for.
chapter Twelve
Reboot
The sun peeped through the shabby curtain of my room so brightly that I knew I’d never fall asleep again. I felt like I’d run a marathon last night. My body was weak from the overwhelming emotions and lack of any real rest. I was completely empty inside, like that part of me that once knew I could make it through anything was suddenly gone and I had no defenses.
Forcing myself out of bed, I walked to the shower in complete zombie mode. Turn on water. Strip off clothes. Wash. Rinse. Get out. Dry. I knew I had to do all these things then go find a job. Lifting my suitcase up on the bed, I rambled through until I found my toothbrush and comb. Going through the mechanics I groomed myself not even seeing my reflection in the mirror as I completed my tasks.
Slipping on a pair of worn jeans and a faded sweatshirt I kept going through the motions until I was ready to walk out the door. Locking it behind me, I ignored the looks from the hotel guests and found my way back to the outside world. The old coffee shop I worked at was two miles away and I felt so tired I thought about hailing a cab.
Remembering my money situation, I decided to suck it up and walk. Normally, a two mile stretch was nothing for me, but on no real sleep and feeling like a hollowed out shell, the act was almost torture.
Ashley was working the counter and the minute I walked in she rushed around it to pull me into her arms. “Holy shit girl you look horrible!”
Leave it to her so say exactly what she meant. Forcing a smile to my face after hugging her quickly I pulled away not wanting to break down again. “Long night. Are either of the owners in, I need to see if I can get my job back.” My voice sounded monotone, similar to how I was feeling inside.
“Julie’s in the back doing paperwork. What’s going on Lar? Do I need to go kick some ass?” Customers were grumbling and she glared at them before giving me her full attention, eyes filled with worry.
“We’ll talk later. I need to go speak with Julie.” Keeping the fake smile plastered on, I walked to the back office.
Julie looked up from the desk giving me the once over and a brief smile. I could tell she was busy so I hurriedly asked if I could come back to work. I’d been a punctual employee for years and since we left on good terms she didn’t hesitate in offering me my old position back.
That was one worry off my mind and I sat down to do the employment forms that were required. Julie wasn’t overly friendly with her staff. She was there to make a profit so I wasn’t surprised that no questions were asked about why I was returning.
Ashley was completely opposite. “I’ve left you a dozen messages this weekend. Why didn’t you return them?”
“I guess I forgot to charge my cell phone.” The truth was I hadn’t even thought about my phone all weekend. My mind had been somewhat occupied. “I’m sorry.” That was all I could manage.
She shrugged, accepting my apology. Ashley wasn’t the type to hold a grudge. “I’m getting off at two. How about I stop by your place and we watch a movie or something?”
I didn’t want to tell her where I was staying. Call it pride but I wasn’t ready to get into all the details of how screwed up my life was at the moment. “Would you mind if I took a rain check? I didn’t sleep well last night and falling into a coma sounds like a slice of heaven for the day.”
Tomorrow I would tell her the truth. She was my best friend and I knew she wouldn’t judge me. I just needed a few more hours to lick my wounds in private before I shared my misfortune.
A few customers walked in and she gave a quick nod of her head. I could tell from her expression that she was worried about me and it thawed out the ice building around my heart. I gave a tentative smile and waved walking out, letting her get back to work. The crisp morning air gave a little motivation to start the long hike back.
My spirits were beginning to lift as I walked. I still had my best friend and now my old job back too. Somehow I’d get over this and maybe even be stronger once I learned to deal. This wasn’t the worst thing that had happened in my life. I’d picked myself up more than once, and I’d damn well do it again. Renewed with positive thoughts, I increased my stride and lifted my chin.
That good feeling lasted until I walked up to the hotel and saw Taylor leaning back on the front of his limousine. I stopped in my tracks, crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “How did you find me?” The words were accusing and I was thankful for my inner strength.
Just looking at him made me want to weep but I’d be damned if I’d allow him to see any weakness. He held his hands up in a defenseless gesture and the look on his face was almost comical. His eyes were a mix of fear, which made no sense considering he had all the power, and pleading.
“Don’t call the police again. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” If I didn’t know him for the lying piece of crap he was I might have found it funny that the overbearing Taylor Ross seemed to be afraid of what I might do.
“I’m fine.” At least I had been a few minutes ago. Now my heart was aching because I knew that everything we’d shared was nothing more than a way for him to destroy me. “Stalking is illegal Mr. Ross. So now that you’ve seen me, leave.”
I wasn’t naïve enough to believe he really gave a shit about me. He was probably worried I was going to sue him. Although what he’d done wasn’t illegal, who knew what the rich and powerful considered worthy of a lawsuit? I sure didn’t.
“I’m sorry Laura.” His voice was so whisper soft and full of regret that for a minute I almost felt sorry for him. Then I remembered what he’d set out to do and all I could feel was rage.
“Sorry is a pretty weak definition of what I think you are Mr. Ross.” I hated that I was allowing him to make me feel any emotion. He didn’t deserve my tears, and I wasn’t wasting any more of my emotions on him.
“I know you’re angry but could you at least hear me out?” Taylor Ross was begging? Was the sky about to fall down on me next? Hell no I wasn’t hearing him out. I had no idea what his game was but I was done being used.
“There’s nothing left to say.” That was the truth. I’d been a fool and let myself feel things for him that I shouldn’t have. He wanted to turn me into his whore and for the weekend he got his wish.
“Then at least come work out a two week notice.” Nothing he could have said would have shocked me more. He wanted me to work for him? Taylor hired me to be eye candy for his clients and I was sure that finding a replacement with his type of incentive pack
age would be easy for him.
“Are you serious?” The gall of this man knew no boundaries. What did he expect me to do, attend his little parties and pretend that the sight of him didn’t make me want to deliver another swift kick to his privates?
His supreme look of confidence was back and my mouth hung open at his curt nod. “Finding a replacement on such short notice would be impossible. I have a resort waiting to fold in Aruba this weekend that I can’t afford to lose.”
At least I knew why he’d taken the time to hunt me down. If that wasn’t a punch in the gut, what was? My temper took control and was on auto pilot. The asshole didn’t give a shit that he’d hurt my feelings and he obviously wasn’t worried I was going to sue. No. Instead he needed to use me for his benefit again.
Fuck him! My baser instinct was to walk over and slap that smart ass smirk off his face. Then it hit me. I was nothing but a pawn and he thought he could screw up my life then toss me away like the trash he thought I was? Oh hell no! “How much is it worth to you?”
The look on his face was priceless. Taylor dumbfounded was something I would remember for the rest of my life. “I thought we’d already negotiated a salary?”
Why shouldn’t I take something away from this insanity? He wanted a whore? I’d show him how much of one I could be without opening my legs at all. “That was before I knew I only had two weeks of employment. I think a renegotiation is needed.”
“I didn’t fire you. If you want to continue working for me I don’t see why things can’t continue the way they have.”
The fact that he could stand there and look at me with a straight face while he practically encouraged me to be his whore made me nauseated. “That deal is definitely over, Mr. Ross. Two weeks I’ll agree to, but not unless it puts me in a position that makes me happy.”
I have no idea where the haughty bitch persona had come from, but I was done being used by him. I tapped my foot impatiently to cover up the fact that inside I was dying. Could I really be as cold and callous as he was? Using my body instead of my mind to get the life I craved?
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