lays me on the bed and we’re face-to-face. The last few days of self-doubt and annoyance wash over in this precise moment while he gently caresses me, first my face, then my hair, breasts and hips.
“We never expected you to sleep with him. I knew and so did Betty that you have the natural gift of innocence and a brain which is not easily manipulated,” he gently kisses me on the lips, followed by my neck and breast.
“Me,” I huff. Did he not take my virginity as a means to score points with his wife?
“I took your virginity, because I knew by taking it. I would always be in your life.”
So, this was the reason I could never get him out of my mind. He was my first, this is what he wanted all along.
“I meant what I said. You can go anytime. You do not have to do anything with Hudson, we can find a better way. But, please do me one favour?” I sigh and nod. “If you’re not serious about me. Leave. Any money you need to get started - take it.”
He kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room. I hold the pillow and start to sob because again, he’s left me in turmoil with my feelings all alone.
Roy Sparks, you’ve captured my heart in too many ways. I want to leave you, I really do. The issue is you’re not only my first, but you are indeed my first true love. Sleep takes over my body while I think about us making love and fucking the last few days.
Chapter Eight
B etty came into the room while I was sleeping asking about my plans and for the first time since I entered this house I am comfortable. Really, is this turning into my home? Me, Deborah Withers the girl who thought she was going to spend her days stacking shelves in the supermarket is now in the home of a billionaire who wants me to be his girl.
Nah, I’m still waiting to wake up from this dream.
“Are you okay?” she asks as she sits on the bed. I’m naked, but I don’t feel embarrassed by her sitting on the bed. I have a sheet wrapped up around me, so she can’t see my body.
“I’m not sure, Betty. Just confused. It ended badly last time.”
She concurs as she places a strand of my hair behind my ear. Having her here reminds me of how grandma used to make me feel, warm and safe.
“You’re so beautiful. I can see what Roy sees in you.”
Really? “Why do you say that? I mean he doesn’t really think anything of me.” She sighs as it appears she’s lost in her thoughts.
“Every time you walk into the room, it’s as if you’ve stolen his heart all over again. Now, dinners at eight-thirty, get ready and I’ll see you in the dining room.” She laughs as she leaves and shuts the door.
“And Roy?” I shout out, before she firmly shuts it.
“I don’t know. Ask him?” I hear her shout back.
I jump in the shower with only one thing on my mind and that’s getting ready and seeing if Roy is going to join us for dinner. I want him here. It’s Wednesday and the man hasn’t been in the office or done any work for the last couple of days, he’s been too busy following me around. After I shower, I shift through my wardrobe and I’m not sure why I never notice before, but there are a whole lot of new clothes hanging in there. Trousers and skirt suits, dresses and silk robes and lingerie. It must be for me because it’s on my side. Some of them still have the price tag on them. Hmm, Roy doesn’t miss a trick. He must have left the tag on them so I would know they are new or maybe so I can change them if I don’t like them.
It catches my attention and my hand is drawn to it like a magnet, the brightest yellow dress I’ve ever seen and I have to put it on. It’s satin with a low cross neckline. It’s a bit too dressy for dinner, especially, because we never seem to have company. There may only be the two of us, or at best three if he comes. I’ve neglected my hair since I’ve been here. Normally, I would go to the hairdresser at least once every week or fortnight. In between that I would wash and at least