Title:A Siren's Call
Seminary: She's the contemporary siren, but he's no sailor. Their serinum scopuli? Washington DC.
Disclamer: I don't own Gossip Girl or the song 'Holding out of a Hero' of the Footloose soundtrack. This storyline however is completely original and therefore completely mine... Ow yeah! Hahaha. Enjoy!
Where have all the good me gone and where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need…
I stay in my room longer than I normally would, figuring out what to do. I feel really awkward about this. I have a million questions running through my mind: Do I address what happened yesterday? Will it be odd and uncomfortable? Will our friendship change over this? Will I change because of what happened last night?
I know for sure that I would like to keep the encounter a one-time thing, I'm facing Diana about this later today. I received an e-mail from her, requesting to meet me at 1 pm. Diana doesn't ask, she tells and she uses the fact that she knows my schedule to her advantage. I'm not worrying about my meeting with her now, I have more pressing problems at hand: I'm hungry and Georgina seems to have a day-in today, because she just turned on the TV, I can hear the noise coming for the living area.
I take a deep breath before stepping out and make my way down to the kitchen. Apparently she has been waiting for me to come out. The moment Georgina opens her mouth, it appears I have been worrying for nothing. We sat down on the couch together, each with our own bowl of cornflakes and watched Good Morning America together on ABC. Laughing away at the funny comments and enjoying the interviews. I find no signs of awkwardness between us and I'm happy. In this new life, Georgina is not only my best friend, but also my only friend. I've abandoned my old life, my old friends and traded it in for what appears to be quite a lonely world. The John's aren't my friends, I may get along well with one or two of them, but our intimate relationship is strictly professional. They will ignore me in the supermarket when we run into each other. In the end, I wanted to trade my old life for a new, more luxurious one and I must admit I succeeded so far.
The doorbell buzzes, pulling me out of my strain of thoughts.
"Are you ready?" Georgina wonders, looking at me.
"For what?" I ask confused
"Diana's Christmas party…" For the first time Georgina frowns at me. "The driver is here."
"Shit! I totally forgot…"
"Hurry!" Georgina rushes me: "Diana hates it when the driver is kept waiting. We're on a tight schedule B!"
Today is the 23the of December, the day before Christmas eve and known as the day Diana, apparently, host her annual Christmas party. As you might suspect, this isn't a typical party. Tickets for this event are sold to the highest bidder, through Diana's website, members only of course. The reason why it's so exclusive is, only 8 men are able to acquire one, so the men who are joining us tonight have put down a lot of money to be there. I've learned all this during my visit to the beauty parlor this morning. Me, Georgina and 6 other girls where there. I've met Charlotte, Hayley, Penelope, Olivia, Rose and Ella Mae. Diana has selected us to accompany and please these men tonight. The John's know exactly whom out of all of Diana's girls, is making an appearance. Through a 24-hour countdown, they gained knowledge of that, prior to the sale. Every three hours they would have received an message with a new picture of one of the girls. Once they opened the message, it would be theirs to view for a minute, then it would delete itself and along with any copies they would have tried to make on their phone. Diana is the only one who owns sexy pictures of me. She made me do a photo shoot when I signed with her. She uses these photo's for events like these. At first I wasn't too keen on this. I know the web, everything has a way of circulating and once it's on there, it never goes back down.
Then again, I never would have imagined that I would have a 'morning after' experience with my own roommate. Thinking back on the morning we had, I'm pleased to say that we handled it well. G had kicked Robin out before I woke up. She later confessed that she didn't want him around for the whole morning after experience, because he would have made it awkward. Georgina asked me how I felt about it and I thanked her for pulling me through. I would have backed out last night, if it hadn't been with her. It would have gotten me burned after, Georgina informed me. That explains why she pushed me last night to agree. Diana wouldn't have appreciated that I let a John down, after all they are paying clients. If word gets out that a girl refuses something that isn't on her boundary-list, Diana would be really pissed and I would feel the consequences. G advised me to inform Diana that I want to put threesomes on my boundary list, that should be a reassurance that of this kind of event in the future will not happen again.
After a morning of pampering, we make our way to an estate in McLain, Virginia. It's only a 20 minute drive from DC. McLean is known for its luxury homes and its high-end shopping destinations: the Tysons Corner Center and the Tysons Galleria. As we near I can see the scenery change. The houses go from normal and big, to grand and majestic. They remind me of the Hampton Estate my family once owned. My father sold it to 'invest' the money. At the time I believed him, now I just think it announced the start of our financial problems, because not even a year later he go arrested. I think he was already trying to cover his tracks back then. It's been four weeks since my first date with a Chuck and about a week since our last date. I'm curious when ether or not I'll get to see him tonight or even be with him. According to Georgina the John's pick out the girl of their choosing. I'm curious how this night is going to go down.
We arrive at the location of the party: the house is a Beaux Arts style Detached House. The gate opens and the town car drives through, as we do I spot the name of the house: 'Chateau La Vie'. The four town cars line up on the driveway.
"It's breathtaking." I muse in awe.
"It's designed by Harrison Design Associates. 28 000 square feet of unparalleled luxury, beauty and excellence. We came here last year for the party as well." Georgina explains. "I love the limestone exterior and the interior is majestic with opulent finishes throughout."
When I step out of the car, I see Diana awaiting us atop the stairs of the mansion. She's wrapped in a fur coat, protecting herself from the cold. A cold breeze chills the air and I'm hoping we'll see some snow soon. I love snow around Christmas-time. There's nothing that tops a white Christmas. I'm not sure where I'm spending Christmas this year. I haven't really made any plans yet. According to my current schedule I would be free, but I have learned that that can change any minute.
"Girls," Diana's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "Welkom to our estate for tonight. A healthy lunch is prepared and been set in the dining room."
Diana turns around and walks inside. One by one the girls follow. I walk into a grand entrance hall, the marble and iron staircase is the first thing I see. When I look up, I find a huge crystal chandelier. The back of the house, is just as beautiful and majestic as the front. The gardens reach as far as I can see and the heated swimming pool by the terrace makes it look all the more luxurious. The table is set with bowls of fruit, yogurts, a large variety of salads, regular water, lemon water. Diana wasn't kidding about the healthy part. All I can find are fruits, vegetables and proteins on the table, there's no amount of carbs to be found, what so ever. The only thing we get is a glass of champagne. The fireplace is on and I feel as if the table is set for a summer time brunch.
"Girls, let's raise our glass to another successful, fun and satisfying party. I also would like to welcome Blair to the party." All eyes are on me now. "I know this is all new to you, but I'm sure the other girls will guide you through. Cheers."
"Cheers." Us, girls, echo.
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, he's gotta be fast
he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I'm holding out for a hero 'til morning light
He's gotta be sure, he's gotta be soon
He's gotta be larger than life
After lunch, Diana tells all of us to go and unpack our stuff for tonight. As I make my way out, she pulls me aside, telling me she has something she needs to discuss with me. My mind goes in overdrive instantly. What have I done? Is something wrong? Has Huntzbergher said anything? Has he gone to her to complain about me? Will I lose my job?
In that moment I try to appear as relaxed as possible when she asks me to meet me in the salon in half an hour. She mentions she has a phone call she needs to make first. To calm my nerves I wander around the house, mansion, whatever you want to call it. I could get used to living in a house like this. I always enjoyed spending time at our Hamptons estate while I was younger. It's wasn't this big, we had 5 beds and 4.5 baths, but it was large enough for just the three of us and Dorotha. The interior designer Diana hired did an OK job. It's a bit too bombastic for my taste, the furniture is too dark, too heavy for certain rooms, but the Christmas decorations that are displayed everywhere are beautiful.
I walk down to the basement. Even down here the architecture is magnificent. The arches on the side of the walls and the round ceiling gives an old feel to it. The basement had a navy blue stone floor and the wall are painted a clear white. The spots are placed just below the arches on the pillar, making the lovely architecture stand out even more. The first thing I find is the wine cellar. The room is about the size of the bedroom I'm staying in and the temperature is being kept on a constant of 11 degrees. I check the door handle and find the room unlocked. I find bottles of Petrus, some Mouton Rothschild. I see various bottles of champagne; I find a lot of Krug bottles, but in a variety over a few years, some of 1998, some of 2003, even a few bottles of the Krug Collection from 1989. The number of bottles of the vintage Dom Pérignon of 1998 is overwhelming. I think they might be serving that one at the party tonight. Only 399 US dollars a bottle.
The next door I stumble upon is the one of the home theatre. The room can seat about 20 people and has a popcorn maker in the corner. I find the pool next, but when I round the corner to take a proper look I find Ella Mae in an intimate embrace with Nate? When did he arrive? What is he doing here? With Ella Mae, while Diana is here? Too many questions for my mind to handle at once.
"Oooh, Nate. Yes…" I hear Ella Mae moan as he trusts himself into her.
"Sssht." Nate shushes her. "We don't want anyone to hear remember…"
"I know, but you do me so well." Ella Mae compliment him on his performance. "And you are so big."
"Just happy to see you."
"Fuck… Me… Hard…" She drags out the words. Nate appears pleased with her request and obliges with a smirk. Ella Mae reminds me of an old high school friend of mine. They are the same type of woman: tall, blonde and thin. They are both charismatic, charming, talented, funny, kind, care free and laid back. These qualities help them to, as proven once more, often attract men. Serena had a waiting list of willing men to be her boyfriend. I envied her for her body, she had curves in all the right places; a nice ass and beautiful full breasts, combined with a long and slender legs and a thin waist. not of her academic accomplishments. Serena was average when it came down to academics. I was always top of my class. In the end all the men wanted only one thing, to get into her panties. She used them, to get her way, just as much as they used them. In the end she wanted only one thing: to find real love.
"Oh, yes! More… Please, Nathaniel." Ella Mae begs him.
"Don't call me that!" He snarls at her.
I turn around and find Diana standing behind me: "Enjoying the show?" She wonders.
For a moment I don't know what to say. I wonder what she is feeling right now. I thought Diana and Nate were exclusive, maybe they are in an open relationship? I know that Diana allows Nate to sleep with one of her girls from time to time when she isn't around.
"Isn't this weird?" I wonder. I'm shocked by my own question and curse myself for not keeping my mouth shut.
"Nate has fantasies, just like any other man, Blair." Diana explains. "I decided to grant him one for Christmas."
Another door opens and Charlotte, the redhead of the group enters the room and dives into the pool to join. She is unaware of Diana's or my presence. "Hey, Nate." She muses as she hangs around his shoulders, praying his attention away from Ella Mae. Nate kisses Charlotte on the mouth and they engage in a tongue-tied kiss.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I wonder all of a sudden aloud. Oh my god! I want to slap myself. Why do I keep asking Diana these annoying questions?
"I believe sex and love are two separate things." Diana answers me. I'm surprised she does answer me at all. I expected a snarl or an angry lash-out. "Nathaniel has fantasies." she elaborates and I immediately understand why he snarled at Ella Mae for calling him that. I think that only Diana calls him by his birth name. Diana continues: "He has needs as a young man and I have the means to make those fantasies come true, so I grant him those pleasures. If it weren't for me and the service I run, he wouldn't have seen many of his fantasies come true…"
Meanwhile Penelope, a southern looking girl, joined the three of them in the pool. Nate penetrates them one by one for a few thrusts. I remember my own experience with Robin and Georgie.
"In the end," Diana concludes: "all you want is for you loved one to be happy."
"True." I agree. I never imagined Diana to have a soft side, it's a weird soft side, but nevertheless a soft side.
"Come Blair." Diana says, as she leads the way back up the stairs. I don't argue with her, I just follow. She locks the door behind us, locking Nate and the girls in, simultaneously preventing any other wondering eye to spot them. She puts the key in her pocket and walks over to the salon.
I take a seat in the Chesterfield across from Diana. The beautiful marble fireplace catches my eye, where the fire is dancing away happily. There's no time to mentally prep for this meeting. I try to hide my nervous beneath a cool and calm exterior.
"Blair, do you know why I called you in for a meeting?" She wonders.
"I'm assuming it has something to do with Mr. Huntzbergher and the date Georgina and I had with him last night."
"No." Diana says. That's not the answer I expected, making me even more nervous. I could have handled a talk about that topic. Now I'm dark… "I have received a request from a client, that I wanted to talk through with you." She continues.
"Me?" I wonder.
"Yes, you." Diana smiles. "You know my policy about longtime meetings with one client.
"Yes. No more than 72 hours." I recite like good schoolgirl would.
"Correct. The client asked me to ask you to engage yourself to him for longer than those 72 hours."
"How much longer?" I wonder.
"The contract doesn't have a specific end date, Blair. There's a mandatory trial period of 14 days. After that period you both make up your minds when ether or not you wish to continue the arrangement. Either party can end the contract then, but not before the trail period has expired.
I just nod. I need some time for all this new information to sink in. The first question that comes to mind is: "Who?"
Diana raises an eyebrow at my blunt question. I never meant for it to come out like that. It slipped past my lips as I was thinking it. Normally I'm much more able to contain my thoughts before I open my mouth, but my nerves got in the way.
"I can't tell you who it is." Diana answers my question. "The client has asked me to keep his identity hidden until you've signed the non-disclosure, drawn up by his attorney." Diana continues.
"Do I need to decide now?" I wonder.
"Yes." Diana confirms my worst fear. I'm no big decision maker. I need time to think things through, to see the bigger picture, to gather my thoughts and talk this through with someone.
"What would I have to do?" I wonder.
"The client asked full sexual access to you at all time. Your hard and soft limits are to be discussed with him, before they are to be put down in writing." I nod and Diana continues: "You wouldn't only be there to give sexual pleasure. He seeks companionship too and wishes that you accompany him everywhere. Wherever he goes, you go. In return for your personal services the client will allow you to live a jet set life, provide you with anything you need and he will pay you a fee that the both of you find appropriate. The client has guaranteed me that you will have anything your heart desires and that all expenses will his to bare."
I sit back in the chesterfield, that doesn't feel so comfortable anymore. I stare into the fire, trying to gather my thoughts. My inner goddess tells me it's him, that my hunch in right, that I need to take that leap of faith. But what if my hunch is wrong? If it's not him?
"Diana, may I ask you something."
"Sure."
"I won't end up being killed right?"
"No." Diana laughs. "You won't."
"How much of my fee ends up in your pocket?"
"10%"
"Okay."
"If you were me, would you do it?"
"I would." Diana encourages me. "I would at least give it a try."
"Have I met him."
"I can't tell you."
"Sorry. It was worth it, to give it a try."
"I don't blame you." Diana smiles. "Blair, I would take this chance if I were you. If it doesn't work out, or it's not what you thought it would be, you can always get out."
I nod, understanding what she's saying to me.
"But if it successful," She continues: "I'd say don't bother buying a lottery ticket. You won't win a bigger jackpot."
"I can get out once I've signed the non-disclosure, right?"
"Yes, you can, Blair."
I take a the pen and sign the piece of paper lying in front of me on the table. I feel like I'm selling my soul away to the devil and perhaps I am. I'm signing a non-disclosure and I don't even know who I am meeting yet. As I read through the paper, there's no way to identify the identity of the person I am about to meet. Everything regarding that person is left blank and will be filled in at a later time.
"I won't hold you in suspense any longer." Diana smiles: "You'll find all your answers behind that door." She point to the door in the far left of the room. I take a deep breath before I stand up and walk over to the door.
"You contact me once you have signed the contract." Diana says. "And good luck."
"Thank you." I say with a confused frown on my face.
"You'll need it in your negotiation with him."
"Thank you." I say again. "And I will contact you if the contract gets signed."
I put my hand on the handle and push it open. The door opens slowly and there he stands. My heart skips a beat at the sight of him. Once again in a perfectly tailors suit. There's no other man, who makes wearing a suit so sexy and yet, I cannot wait to peel it off of him layer by layer. The mirror above the fireplace gives me a visual on his face. He's looking down at his scotch as he swirls it around in the glass he's holding.
He looks up and his eyes catches mine through the mirror. My pulse accelerates at the sight of his amber eyes. My breath gets stuck in my throat and I stop mid-step. The right corner of his mouth raises up, making a small smile appear though his pouted lips. The thoughts of what those lips can do, what he can do, makes my blood burn in my veins.
I close the door behind me, breaking eye contact for a moment and my body relaxes. I wonder how I'm going to make it through negotiations with him. Knowing him, he'll use anything within his power to get his way. That frightens me, because I don't know if I'm strong enough to resist whatever he throws at me. My body yarns for his touch, his hands on my skin, his body against mine and his lips all over me. I take a moment to gather myself. I need to lock my inner goddess out, because she'll make me crumble at his feet right away and I now I need to stand my ground, or at least try. Right now, is what counts. Right now, will define the rest of our arrangement. No matter for how long it will last, two weeks, two months or two years, right now is all that matters.
"Lock the door." Chuck says behind me.
My eyes shoot up as I hear him right behind me. All the hairs on my body stand up as I feel his breath on my neck, but I do as I'm asked, or told. I'm not sure what it is yet. Lock my inner goddess away, as I turn the key and lock the door. I gather all my strength and take a deep breath before I turn around to face him. He has a smug smile on his face and his eyes taunt me.
"Hello Chuck." I greet him with a similar pouty smile that he's sporting as I leave his name to linger on my lips. We're at war now and I need to make sure that I don't get defeated.
"Hello Blair." He leans in for a kiss and I offer him my cheek.
He smiles at the cold front I put up. He takes a step forward and I step back in response, trapping myself between the door and his body. He eyes me like a predator does before it devours it's meal. "I'm very curious how long you will be able to hold up this ice-queen act, Blair." As he speaks he leans in, brushing his lips against mine. "I like it." He continues: "it motivates me." I can tell by his smirk that he's intrigued. "Remember this Blair, I will take whatever I want, whenever I want and I have set my mind on you…"
At the end of his speech he captures my lips. The kiss is slow, gentle, controlled. A million warning bells go off in my mind, but they are all thrown out the window. The moment I respond to his kiss, he pulls away.
"That's no way to end a kiss." I say, using a moment of confusion to my advantage. I turn the game around, leaving myself in charge as I push him with his back against the wall. I lean in, brushing my lips against his, making him linger and want me even more. A low growl escapes past his lips at my teasing.
"You're right," I say "We should focus us on the business part first."
He pulls me back towards him. My back in contact with his chest. The evidence of his arousal is pressing against my thigh. His hand traces over my body and his musk scent fills my nostrils as he leans his body into mine. My body reacts instantly, my heart starts to race and I have to try really hard to keep my breathing under control. My inner goddess isn't in a co-operative mood today. She makes it even harder for me to try to resist him. "I would like to bend you over that desk right now and do unspeakably dirty things to you…" He muses against the skin of my neck.
I gasp at his blunt comment. Once I'm over the shock I say: "That's not the way to start a business-meeting."
"We are negotiating upon sexual activities, so I believe that is action was more than acceptable."
"Do you?" I wonder
"Yes, and so is this." He takes my chin gently and pulls it aside, so he can kiss me on the lips very gently once more. I respond, since I don't have the intension of being rude, but it's Chuck who initiates a deeper, more passionate kiss. This is so not going according to my plan! My inner goddess on the other hand is very enthusiastic about this twist. For a moment I decide to give in to my needs. I have missed this. I have missed him. I have been looking forward to this part and he cannot know that.
I feel like a fly in a spider's web, completely trapped and so not in control of this whole situation. I need to do something. I need to find an opening and show him that he hasn't won yet, that I know a way out of the web he has spun around me. I'm smart, I can get myself out of this situation. My job has required of me to be submissive around men lately that I would get used to it, but I know myself I wouldn't be happy. I like control. I like being in charge. I liked being the queen in high school, the cold hard bitch that everyone feared. I kept my friends close but my enemies closer. I need to get back in the state of mind I walked in with. I need my mind to remember my body, why I left my suitcases in the car. I smile, because I knew he would try this. He knows the power he has over me, and I need to fight it, otherwise he will screw the hell out of me and move on to the next thing and that's not what I came here for. That's not why I took this leap. I have a plan and I need to execute it, just the way I planned it.
Meanwhile I'm still very much caught up in his kiss, sucking away at his delicious lips and our tongues dance around in our mouths. I feel him push gently against my body. He wants me to move back. This is my moment, the opening I have been looking for to free myself. I fight my desires and stay put, as if I'm glued to the ground. I don't interrupt our kiss, on the contrary when he stops for a moment I take the lead and reconnect our lips. He tries again, but I don't move an inch.
Chuck smiles, raising his eyebrow. He's impressed. Bingo!
I bite my lip, wondering if he'll say something.
"I must say I underestimated you."
I smile pleased. "You have no idea."
"Good." He says, before capturing my mouth in a short but ravishing kiss once more. It's him who ends the kiss and utters: "You are playing a dangerous game now, Blair."
"What do you want?" I wonder, my voice raw with arousal.
"You, Blair. I want you. Unlimited access to you and your body."
I'm thrown aback by the word 'unlimited'. No boundries? I feel uncomfortable and my body stiffens. Chuck must have noticed my change in posture, because he grabs my hand and leads me over to the sofa standing in the library part of the room. This time I do follow, still trying to wrap my head around what he just said.
"Don't worry gorgeous, I won't hurt you." He says, before he offers me to sit. "I want to be able to admire your body and adore every inch of it. I would never make you do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. All I'm asking is that you are open minded. I don't want any limits between us, other than you saying no to me. Although I do hope that that doesn't happen too often either. I want you to feel worshipped when I make love to you, not submissive."
"So you won't be a dominant?" I wonder.
"I desire control in everything I do Blair. Don't misunderstand me now, but I will be dominant and I do expect some level of submission from you Blair."
His answer confuses me even more. He won't be 'a' dominant, but he will be dominant? What the hell does that mean? My confusion must be obvious, because he elaborates further: "Blair, it basically comes down to continuing how we were interacting earlier. I initiate…" Chuck says as he leans in.
"And I follow…" I finish his sentence as his lips brush against mine.
"Yes." He muses.
"No." I say. He's confused for a moment and now I take the lead, I push him back and straddle him. "You're not the only one who likes control, Chuck."
He smirks at my move. "I don't mind to hand over control from time to time, Blair."
"I hope that there's going to be more than just sex to this arrangement, Chuck. I want to do more than just spread my legs."
"You want to be involved." He says cautious.
"Yes. I want to be more than some sort of trophy you parade around, who just looks pretty and knows nothing. I want to know, I want to be included.
"You can accompany me the first two weeks as my assistant and we'll see how that goes."
"What would I have to do?" I wonder. Chuck probably expected that the topic would have been closed after he made a that concession towards me.
"Everywhere I go, you go. Every meeting, gala, charity event. You will have to get to know my social circle, all the clients and much more. If you do well, I'll let you handle the event planning for Bass Industries."
"Thank you." I smile pleased.
"Can I have my own social circle?" I wonder.
"Yes, but you'll have to accept that everyone you befriend will be looked into. I have to be careful and so will you." Chuck responds. "I also have something I want to bring up."
"I'm listening."
"Arthur drives you around, everywhere you go."
"No problem." I smile. "I'm fond of the man."
"Not too fond I hope."
"I can reassure you, he's not my type."
"One more thing: you are exclusively mine. You aren't allowed to have sexual encounters with anyone other than me, unless I allow you to. You'll need to look impeccable each and every day. The entire world will judge you, criticize upon you and put anything you do under a microscope."
"I'll be exclusive, if you are too."
And then it was silent. He probably didn't expect his response from me.
"I'll be exclusive if you make it your task to satisfy my needs…" Chuck counters.
"Isn't that what you hired me for?" I tease. "How will the PR-team handle our little arrangement?"
"They'll get to know you as my assistant." He says. "Just like the rest of the world."
"That's fine with me." I say. I know I'm sporting a devilish gleam in my eyes right as I lean down, brushing my lips against his ear as I hush seductively: "That means no inappropriate touching in public." I push his hand, that was rising up my thigh back down. "No kissing." I say, before capturing his lips. "No encounters in some dark corner of the room, that will leave out outfits rumpled."
A deep growl passes his lips: "You are a cruel woman."
"You have no idea..." I smirk.
"We'll work out the fine details with Public Relations later."
"Now onto the more serious part of our arrangement: how much will you pay me?"
"Everything will be provided through me. I'll provide you with a weekly budget for everything you need. I want you to spend it wisely. If you burn though it, I will be forced to take matters into my own hands. Everything bought for you, is yours to keep. Jewelry for events will be loaned from the jewelers and is not yours to keep unless it's been gifted to you. Clothes, shoes, lingerie is all yours. I would offer you a 10.000 dollar fee a month aside from all the rest." Chuck hands me the contract as he rounds up his monologue.
"Do you have a pen?" I wonder.
Even though he tries to hide it, he cannot hide the pleased smile on his face. I skip through the pages one by one and write down the changes that have been negotiated upon; like his promise to be exclusively mine. At the bottom of the last page is sign my name and signature and hand him the contract. Chuck reads through the changes I have written down, before signing his name and signature next to mine.
Somewhere after midnight, in my wildest fantasies
Somewhere just beyond my reach, there's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
There's a superman to sweep me off my feet…
AN: Another chapter's out. I'm glad I was able to pull it off between my busy work schedule and an even crazier family schedule. A special thanks Direk, iALLIEgator, Leila, Rf, Mmm, Eva-90, ChuckBlair08lover, Cascia, Melania89, nathar, Herperson and the four people who signed in as 'Guest' for leaving a comment! Receiving reactions on my work motivates and encourages me to keep on writing. I will try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible!
XOXO, D.