EIGHT
Brenda was on a high the whole week.
She hadn't heard from Sonny but that was fine, she wasn't worried.
He had to break things off with Lily and then he would call.
She needed to talk to Christian.
She would wait until Friday.
And before she knew it, it was Friday.
It happened to be Friday morning when she finally heard from Sonny.
"I've been wondering when I would hear from you. It's really good to hear your voice."
*silence*
"Sonny?"
"Brenda, I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry? You didn't break it off?"
*silence*
"Sonny?"
"She's pregnant…."
Brenda arrived at Christian's at her normal time.
He wasn't there yet.
She went straight into her room and sat down on the bed.
She replayed the conversation over in her head.
Lily was pregnant.
"I can't leave my child. I can't do that."
She was crushed…..
Christian got home a little later than normal.
He would normally eat, shower, and they would head into the playroom, if they didn't have any other plans.
She had already showered and was just waiting.
He knocked on her door.
She got up, opened the door, and followed him down into the playroom.
Once inside, he told her to get undressed.
She took off her clothes.
He walked behind her and braided her hair.
He led her over to the wall.
He started securing her arms and legs.
After finishing, he turned to walk away, when she burst into tears.
Christian turned and looked at her.
She tried to stop.
She apologized. "I'm…sorry…I'm sorry."
Christian was so caught off guard. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm sorry. I just had a bad day. Just go ahead…and…do…what you have to."
She started crying again.
"What am I supposed to do with you? You are hysterical."
She continued to cry.
"Just…do…what….you…normally….do."
"Brenda, you are fucking joking right? What is wrong?"
Through sobs she told him what happened with Sonny.
"But…now…she's…pregnant."
Christian shook his head. "This love shit is for the birds."
He started unfastening the buckles.
"No, Christian, we can…still-"
"Brenda, no. Get dressed."
They went into the entertainment room.
"Christian, you don't have to stay with me. I'm fine."
"I don't know if I believe that."
"I'm fine. I'm just heart broken."
"Brenda, how long are you going to do this shit? Even if there was nothing standing in your way, I don't think it would work out. Maybe the shit just isn't meant to be?!"
"I'm starting to believe that."
"Starting? I'm curious, Brenda, when were you planning on telling me you were leaving?"
"Tonight."
"Are you still planning on leaving?"
"No, Sonny's wife is pregnant! He said he will never leave her."
She started crying again. "Christian…you…can…just deduct…whatever you need to….from my….pay."
"That's not necessary, you'll make it up."
"Are you upset because I was going to leave without notice? You're not going to fire me are you?"
"No."
"I feel…like…a...fool. I should have never…called…him."
"I agree. You were trying to move on with your life, why go backwards? Especially, for something that doesn't make you happy."
She lifted her head. "But he does."
"If you say so, because I can't really tell."
Christian stood up.
Brenda wiped her eyes. "Where are you going?"
"Don't you want ice cream?"
"How did you know?"
"I have a sister."
He left.
Christian sat next to Brenda, as she ate ice cream, talked, and at times cried.
She wiped her face. "I'm sorry. I know you have been working hard all week and this is the last thing you needed."
"It's fine. It's actually entertaining."
"You think my heartbreak is entertaining?"
"Your reaction to it."
"I love him, Christian."
"I know, you keep telling me."
She started crying again. "I…can't…believe…this…is happening. We were so in love…but…then…I wore that wire. I messed everything up. Now, he…is married…and I'm…I'm…a…prostitute."
Christian laughed. "You are not a prostitute. You are my girlfriend…remember?"
"No….I am a prostitute."
"You are a drama queen that's what you are."
He took the spoon out of her hands and ate the last of the ice cream.
He sat the bowl on the table.
She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I am going to be an old maid."
"No, you won't. You're beautiful, funny, and smart. Someone will marry you."
"Would you marry me?"
"Are you asking?"
"Christian, you know what I meant."
"If I wanted a wife, I would marry you, but you would have to get over that simp you are in love with."
"You don't believe in love, why would you care?"
"My wife needs to think only of me. No other men. My submissive just needs to be focused on me in the playroom. You do a good job of that, so we have no issues."
"I have the worst luck. Nothing in my life has turned out right."
"I think you have the best luck. You met me."
She looked over at him. "You are so self absorbed."
"I am but you are too."
"I just want to be happy."
"Brenda, I don't know if I believe that. If you wanted to be happy you would move on from that son of a bitch that only hurts you."
"He's not a son of a bitch. He's the love of my life."
Christian chuckled. "If you want therapy I'll pay for it."
"Ha ha."
She leaned her head against his shoulder. "Maybe you are right? Maybe I should move on?"
"No maybe in it."
She frowned. "Move on to what though?"
"To the rest of your life. What do you want out of life?"
"I want to be happy."
"Brenda, don't let your happiness depend solely on another person. You'll end up disappointed."
It got quiet for the next few minutes until Brenda spoke again.
"Where do you see yourself in the future?"
"Professionally?"
"I mean personally. I think you will always be successful. Christian, you are the smartest person I have ever met."
"I don't know. I don't really think about it."
"You are going to get tired of having submissives. I don't think you will have them for the rest of your life. You'll meet someone. She is going to change your mind about everything."
"I doubt that. Since you are not leaving, we are going to New York tomorrow. There is a party. It's black tie."
"Ok, master."
He smiled. "Stop, or I'll be forced to fuck your heartache away."
"I think you could do it too."
He laughed.
"Brenda, what in the hell are we watching?"
She giggled. "I don't know."
"It's fucking awful."
She laughed.
Neither felt like changing the channel, so they just left it on.
Brenda ended up falling asleep on his shoulder.
Christian turned off the television, got up, and picked her up.
Her eyes fluttered open. "Christian, I'm too tired."
"I'm not taking you to the playroom. I'm taking you to bed."
"Your bed?"
He shook his head. "No, yours."
"I can walk."
"I know."
He took her to her room and placed her on the bed.
He sat down.
She looked up at him. "I wonder how long it took God to make you. I'm sure it took all day. You are so nice to look at."
He smiled. "You're not too bad yourself."
She pushed him.
"Brenda, you know I think you are beautiful."
She sat up and ran a thumb across his cheek.
She looked down at his lips.
They had done almost everything except kiss.
She had no idea what it was like to kiss him.
She moved closer and leaned forward.
He stood up. "No, that's against the rules."
"It was my rule. It's my right to change my mind."
"Yes, but I would never let you under these circumstances. You are confused and upset. I would love to kiss those beautiful lips but it won't be tonight."
She fell back on the pillow. "I understand."
He walked over and leaned down.
He kissed her forehead. "Get some sleep."
"Would you stay until I fall asleep? I don't want to be alone."
He sighed. "Brenda, I don't do this shit."
"I know. You can relax, I'm in love with someone else."
"Ok, you have a point."
"You are just being here for your...friend. Aren't we friends?"
He didn't say anything.
"Ok, submissive. You are comforting your submissive. You can make me pay for it at a later date."
He smiled. "I will."
He had on a t-shirt, jeans, and no shoes.
He got in next to her.
She rested her head on his chest.
He had on a t-shirt, so she knew it was fine as long as it was not skin to skin contact.
She understood why.
He told her a while ago that he was abused as a child.
Maybe that's why he liked being in control of everything?
Being this close to him felt like the most natural thing.
It wasn't awkward at all.
Neither said a word.
She just listened to his heart beating.
She knew Christian was right.
She had to move on from Sonny.
There were a number of reasons, not just Lily.
Even if he was not involved with Lily, did she want to be dodging bullets for the rest of her life?
Would she bring a child into that?
She didn't even know how Lily and Sonny could…
Brenda opened her eyes.
She knew it was morning because the rays were darting in through the blinds.
She was not alone.
She looked up and right into Christian's sleeping face.
She smiled.
He slept there the whole night.
He would probably flip out when he woke up.
She tried to remain as still as possible.
She didn't want to wake him and plus it was her opportunity to stare.
He was beautiful.
He had long eyelashes, thick eyebrows, both matched his dark hair.
After all of the time they spent together, she still felt like she didn't really know him.
What she did know she liked.
He was driven, he could be funny, he cursed like a sailor, and he went out of his comfort zone, and stayed with her last night.
He moved and his eyes opened.
Brenda smiled. "Good morning."
"Are you still having a breakdown?"
She shook her head. "No. Are you about to have one?"
"Why would I do that?"
"You slept with me."
He sat up. "I survived. I didn't plan on it, but I guess I was tired."
"Thanks for staying with me last night, that was sweet."
"I'm not sweet. I was tired."
"Yes, you are. I'm sorry I ruined last night. I want to try to make it up to you."
She ran her hand up his leg.
His gray eyes darkened. "Make it up."
"Lean back."
"Miss Barrett, are you giving me orders?"
"Yes."
He smirked and leaned back.
She unzipped his jeans.
He lifted up and slid them down.
She kissed his inner thighs and ran her tongue across the front of his underwear.
He closed his eyes.
She reached up and pulled them down, his morning wood on full display.
She took him into her mouth.
A few minutes later Christian grabbed a handful of hair. "Brenda….Aaaaah."
Christian cursed. "Goddammit, Brenda. You are getting way too good at that."
His soft member fell from her mouth.
She slapped his thigh. "You taste good, Grey."
"You suck good, Brenda."
She laughed. "What time are we leaving for New York?"
"As soon as we eat breakfast."
"I should shower."
He nodded.
She got out of bed.
He followed her.
She turned. "Where are you going?"
He pulled his shirt over his head. "With you."
She was about to enter the bathroom when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"But first it is my turn."
She squealed.…..