Music for this chapter: The Smiths - Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want
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Five: Lies by omission.
I walk out of my complex and see Christopher standing right at the bottom of the stairs. He was dressed in a classic black tuxedo that slim fitted his shaped muscles. Black slacks, white shirt and a black bow tie, his brown wavy hair perfectly unruly. This man exudes sophistication making my burning core throb eagerly.
He was looking at me so intensely, his gaze raking me like a wild lion desperate to catch the gazelle and feed off of it. He paid special attention to the front slit on my left thigh. I'm suddenly overcome with this overwhelming, electric pull that only he could provoke without even touching me.
I walk down the stairs, and he draws out his left hand for me to grab as I reach the last step.
"You look incredibly beautiful tonight, Alexandra."
"Thank you. You look very handsome yourself."
"Please lead the way," he says, motioning for me to walk to the limousine where Peralta held the door open.
"Miss Summers," he says.
"Good evening, Peralta."
He nods and I smile back. I get in first, followed by Christopher. I scoot further just to make sure there's enough space between us. We are quiet for a moment, and I'm starting to wonder why Peralta won't start the car.
"Is there a problem?" I ask.
"Is the contract signed?" he looks down to my lap where I'm holding the papers.
"Actually, no. I wanted to get a couple of things clear before I did."
"Alexandra, why is a simple two-page contract not signed?" he looks pissed.
"Because I don't entirely understand your 'theoretically' simple two-page contract. There's no need to make a scene. I just have a couple of questions regarding two of the terms here," I grab the contract and search for them. "Section IV, on Article II states, and I quote,
"The promisor agrees to reject i.e. engage in any action or conversation not previously approved by the promisee"
, so I'm not allowed to speak to anybody, say anything or even go to the ladies-room without your permission?"
"Yes, but I thought you said you didn't have things clear," he snaps.
"Don't you think this is a little excessive? I, personally, don't like to be told what to do."
"Precisely. I don't need your audacious mouth tonight. What's the other term?" he asks, impassively.
I'm starting to get the hint that this won't end well. "Subsection 1 under Article V,
"Failure to comply with the previous terms of agreement will exonerate the promisee from responsibility if such party decides to invalidate this contract."
Ok, this is outrageous even for you," I tell him.
"All you have to do is sign on the dotted line, Alexandra. Why do you have to defy me?"
"I thought this was a negotiation, Christopher. Generally both parties should consent, but it honestly feels like your pushing to exert your control over me," I hold up both papers in the air.
"Alexandra, sign the contract or by God I-"
"You can't keep treating me like this, Christopher. You can't keep imposing on me," I interject.
His eyes darken and his hands are fisted as if repressing something. "I'm a businessman, it's how things work with me. I don't know how to be any other way," he says.
"Well, I can't sign this. This isn't what we mutually agreed on," I sit back, defeated.
"Look..." he pauses and rubs his hand on his forehead, "I'm not used to women second-guessing my decisions... not that I am proud of it," he adds when he sees me narrowing my eyes at him.
"You keep acting like an asshole around me, and I've only known you for three days, Christopher. How can anyone keep up with this behavior?"
"Well, I have a hard time being around you too. You keep on defying me, and I keep on fighting my need to have control," his jaw tenses.
"But you don't have to control me. I'm not
just
business, I'm an actual person with feelings and boundaries, and this right here is crossing the line," I put the papers between us.
"What are you saying?" he gives me a look of confusion.
"I need you to respect me. Stop bossing me around because I don't work you. All of this was your idea, it was your decision that we negotiated. Adding a couple of controlling and egotistical rules for me to comply is not ok," I finish.
I take a moment to breathe.
"I mean, is this the norm for you? Overwhelming women with your dominance?" I speak up.
"They don't seem to mind. It's the way I am."
"Yeah, well I'm not them. You need to slow down with your need to exercise power, or I can't go on with this."
He's silent for a while, lost in thought.
"It is almost impossible for me to act any differently from what I am used to. And yet here I am, Alexandra, not being able to give you up," he takes the papers and rips them in half. "You have my word I will keep my end of the negotiation just as we discussed last night, nothing less," he reassures.
"I appreciate that, and I am also glad we had this conversation. Not everything has to be about having the upper hand."
"Upper hand?" he frowns. "Can't you understand you've had the upper hand over me since the moment I met you? I've almost harassed you just so I can be near you. In three days I've managed to break every single damn rule I have about women. So don't talk to me about having the upper hand."
My mind is trying to process his words, when he speaks again.
"Listen," he leans forward and takes my hand in his, "I'm not the man to beg or ask a woman to stick around. I'm usually the one to set things clear from the beginning with them-"
"That being..." I interrupt.
"That being that I'm not looking for any romantic relationship or a long-term commitment. Occasional sex, whenever there's mutual consent is something that I usually strive for," he finishes.
"Is this what you want with me?" I can't help but feel a little disappointed.
"I can't answer that question. I don't know what is it about you, Alexandra..." he caresses my cheek.
"I don't know what is it about you either, Christopher" I say, brushing my face against his hand, hypnotized by his green eyes.
"You're so beautiful and so brave. You deserve to be reminded every day," he places a kiss on my knuckles.
There's fire here, the warmth in the atmosphere... I can feel it, and he can too. I slowly reach out and pull him near me, placing my mouth on his. He immediately grabs me by the waist, pressing me back against the seat. His tongue is now sweeping around in my mouth with wanton. I wrap my arms around his neck I run my hand through his hair. I can't contain how much I want this. My arousal is pushing to light a fire that no man had ever been able to start before. I want him, despite his absurd need to have exclusive control of me.
Suddenly I remember we're still in a parked limo and his driver is probably hearing all of this. "Peralta," I say between gasps.
He stops, and I see him reach for the intercom. "Peralta, head to the museum," he turns back to me, cupping my face and looking at my lips. I could feel them puffed from the heavy kissing. The car starts moving, and I wonder if Peralta knew what was happening here. Exhibitionism isn't my thing.
"Can he hear us?" I whisper.
"No, he can't. Soundproof privacy," his voice is soft, seductive. I wish I could ever only see this side of him.
He comes closer and nuzzles my neck, smelling my skin, licking slowly. "You're exquisite. What you do to me, Alexandra."
He sealed his lips against mine once again, but this time I was surprised by how gentle he was. His kissing was a steady rhythmical bliss. He was taking his time to make me comfortable. My skin was starting to damp and my breasts were hardening, my sex screaming for attention.
"Lie down," he commands. I was so lost in him, I did as I was told without objection. He levered over me, holding himself up with his left arm, and with his right hand pulled my dress up until my lower half was bare.
Never breaking eye contact, he started brushing his hand against my left leg. Even as an inexperienced virgin, I knew his skilled seduction wasn't the norm for men. "Tell me to stop if I'm doing something you don't want," he eyes are burning in lust.
I nod, biting my lip.
He lowers himself and tugs my lower lip with his teeth. My legs intuitively slide apart as if giving him an unspoken GO signal and I see a small grin on his face. He propped himself up and started to take his jacket off, placing it on the vertical seat beside us.
"We don't have a lot of time, so I'm going to make this quick for you." He lowered himself to kiss me again. "I can smell your arousal," he whispered in my ear.
He started going down on me, and when he reached my panties he gently pressed his nose against my pussy. I could hear him inhaling, a deep growl fighting to emerge from his throat. My craving for him was so deep both of my hands ran through his hair, begging.
