Episode 11

I remembered that dream during every hour of two long days.

After that early morning and that dream that was more than real to me, I could see Megan lying down and getting up in bed. We exchanged looks in the morning, afternoon, and evening, but no words were spoken.

I had breakfast in the company of my bodyguard, the one who stood behind me, alert with his hand always close to the revolver on his waist.

Exaggerated. That mansion, from what I could see those days, was guarded 24 hours a day.

Boredom accumulating, depression on the verge of hitting me, no one my age to talk to or exchange ideas with. I only had a gigantic library, the one I found stunning when I first saw it. I ended up remembering the library that belonged to an animated film, a film I watched when I was still a child. I always liked books, it was a pleasant pastime. If I stayed there for another year, or for the rest of my life, the books would have to be replaced.

"Miss?"

I stared at James over my shoulder. He had a stern, expressionless face. He seemed like a bitter person, but no, James wasn't.

I got up, taking my legs out of the pool. I had been sitting on the edge of the pool, feeling the calm water since I finished my afternoon snack.

"What, James?"

"Armstrong is waiting for you in the office."

She finally remembered the guest she kept locked up there.

"I'm sleepy, James," I said and walked with my wet legs dripping wherever I stepped. I decided to pull my sweatpants up to my knees so as not to wet the beautiful precious thing I was wearing.

"She herself will come to fetch you in five minutes if you don't show up in the office."

James said, and I kept walking, but I went around the pool and headed to the "boss's" office. I would put an end to it because if I didn't go, he would come after me, and we would end up arguing or fighting, as always happened since I met her.

James followed me at a certain distance after not understanding what was up with my little splash by the pool.

"Do you know why she wants me in that office?"

"No."

"How do you not know?"

"I don't know, miss. What happens in the office, stays in the office."

"Oh, really? Have any of you never listened behind the door?"

"No!... The mansion has security cameras throughout, which are monitored by Armstrong in the office."

"Cameras, huh?" Without a doubt.

"Yes."

"And only she monitors them?"

"Yes."

"Doesn't Mercier take care of that for her... Isn't he the loyal bodyguard?!"

"No, miss. Mercier takes care of other things."

Other things? Kidnapping, killing, and beating her enemies, as well as those who owe their very souls to her?

"I am not permitted to answer that question."

"Please, James... do me this little favor," I asked, making the sign of amen and we stopped.

"Sorry, miss. Now I'll leave you until further notice."

"If you're my bodyguard... you have to follow me wherever I go," I affirmed, pointing to the office door, which was inches away from us. "You will come in with me!"

"No, no," he said and left me there alone.

Why did Megan Armstrong call me there?

I knocked on the door with the knuckles of my fingers and it opened instantly, already showing me an explosive Armstrong.

Megan pulled me into the office, pushed the sides of the door slightly, and quickly guided me to the back, until I sat on the table, over many bills, there was a lot of money.

With her explosive desire fully showing her dark and deep blues, she engulfed my lips and started kissing me, holding my wrists firmly behind my back and slipping between my legs.

I couldn't do anything, I was trapped and being kissed and consumed by furious lips. An exploratory tongue that invaded my mouth and made contact with mine, an erotic kiss, totally insane.

Megan stopped and gasped against my mouth, but kissed me again without giving me a chance to catch the breath I needed.

Megan, with her Indian lips, was overpowering me, with a strange feeling of surrender, a warm feeling.

Finally, I took a deep breath, still feeling that crazy touch, and Megan slowly released my wrists. I felt a pain in my shoulders and soon I was free.

Megan took my hands and placed them on the table, where she made me lean and hold on. Her hands together went up to my jaw and held it firmly.

I saw her eyes overflowing with desire and her lips being bitten. I don't know if it was on impulse, but I ended up biting myself too.

Megan smiled mischievously and kissed me for the third time, but with more gentleness, more affection, and for that kiss, I couldn't say no. I completely surrendered to her.

I opened my eyes and...

And...

"I want to feel you, Stella..." her words touched my lips and I felt a pulse in my abdomen "I want to touch you inside, feel your warmth, and know what your moans are like."

"Megan... no, no..."

"Say Megan yes, please, Stella... just once. Say yes, just once?!"

"No, I can't" I said and tried to get off the table, however, she rested her hand on the table right in the middle of my thighs and if I moved just one more centimeter, I would feel her.

We looked at each other and she continued there with her hand still and her eyes fixed on mine.

"Can I ask you a question, Stella?" her words came out, enveloped in her warm breathing and I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of that warmth.

"Y-yes..." I managed to respond.

The sensations in my body were many at that moment.

"But this question you must answer honestly!" she said with a serious look.

"Okay." I accepted, swallowing hard.

"Do you... did you like our kiss?"

"Well..."

"I mean... our kiss?"

I couldn't lie... Should I omit?

"Answer, Stella! This silence is killing me." she said, with the desire to kiss me again. Her eyes alternated between mine and my mouth.

"I, I... I don't know." yes, I knew, I had liked it, and liked it a lot.

"Yes, you do know! You felt the same as me. Don't lie!"

"I'm not lying, I just... just..."

"I know you did, Stella. You also returned the kiss and your mouth is so irresistible" she said with desire, holding my nape and pulling me for another kiss, which I simply fell into. I didn't have the strength to resist, to stop that temptation in the middle of my legs.

In the midst of that kiss, I felt her hand touching my thigh, squeezing and being massaged. I felt my insides pulsating and a sudden shock running through my entire body.

She couldn't go on with that, she couldn't, but she did. She touched me over my underwear with her thumb and applied pressure after slipping her hand into my sweatpants. That touch made me bite her lip and she moaned.

Megan stopped and licked her lower lip, staring at mine.

"That bite was all I needed to know that yes... you liked our kiss."

"No!"

"It's ugly to lie!" she paraphrased and took her hand away, using the same thumb to touch the corners of her mouth, as if she was wiping away the saliva that was created because of our kisses.

She was convinced, her mischievous look became present and a wicked smile appeared.

"Can I go now?" I asked, trying to get off the table, but she pressed her hand in the middle of my stomach and pressed me to stay there.

"You don't need to ask, wife!"

I rolled my eyes and she smiled.

"Can I keep calling you wife, wife?"

"It's not necessary... I don't intend to be your wife."

"Um, um, um... I'll let you go, but first, I want to tell you why you're here."

"I thought this moment would never come." I mocked and she smiled mischievously.

Megan let me down and already with my feet firm on the floor, I saw her bending down in front of me, descending and touching from my waist to my calves.

I ended up wondering what she might do and I tried to move away, but she held onto my legs in an embrace and I ended up smiling at my own imbalance. In that position, she looked like a whiny child begging for a candy or attention. She smiled shyly when she heard me laugh. For the first time, our smiles were true, simple, touching, and that, I would never forget. I decided to put an end to that mystery and, still smiling, I asked...

"What do you intend to do with this, Megan?"

"Just give you something," she said.

"Give me something?"

"Yes... what did you think I was going to do?" she asked, containing tremendous innocence in her voice, and I smiled at her, making her release my legs.

"So... give it to me."

"Okay."

I stood there and she knelt down, then she took a black box out of her jeans pocket and opened it, already showing me a rare and beautiful ring. It was a ring unlike any I had ever seen. The letter "M" was engraved in the middle of the ring's square surface. The dream of the ring on my ring finger lingered in my mind and I felt a flutter. My heart, as well as my senses, became confused. She was there, kneeling, presenting that ring in the most romantic way there is. Megan Armstrong surprised me, her arrogance, her brutality, and her dominance were not present, only she and me.

"It's..." I tried to say something.

"I want things between us to work out," she said and stood up, taking the ring out of the box and leaving it on the table, "that's why I have to do this properly."

"Megan..."

"I apologize for everything I put you through, and I ask for only one opportunity. I can make you forget the past that brought you here now. I only ask for a chance, I'll change who I am for you... if you learn to love me."

I froze...

"I don't know what to say... I..."

"Just say yes or nod... I'll understand it as a yes."

I thought and she stood there in front of me, seeming anxious for my answer, staring at the ring with the letter of her name and breathing heavily.

Should I accept to give her a chance, forget what led me here, forget that I was bought, that I was kidnapped, and that a document tied me to her for the rest of my days?

Megan seemed remorseful. Her breathing showed her anxiety, her actions revealed a lot about her. Now she was there, willing to start something that never had a beginning.

"What's your answer, Stella?" she asked in a low tone and gently took my left hand.

Her tender touch warmed my heart and sent the answer that Megan longed for directly to my mind.

"Answer, please?!"

"I accept, Megan."

Her eyes filled with emotion and a genuine smile appeared.

"Really? You truly accept?" she asked, excited and now surprised in her eyes. Her blue eyes were so beautiful.

"I accept."

"And..."

"But before..." I interrupted her and she focused on me, "I want to clarify a few things."

"Okay. Whatever you say or want from me... I'll do."

I ended up doubting that this was Megan. Maybe a twin sister or a robot? Considering that possibility was intriguing.

"I want you to send Lola away or place her to work somewhere else, somewhere away from you. I don't want her near you. I don't want you to maintain contact with her."

"Alright," she accepted, looking deeply into my eyes. "Mercier will take care of it."

"Great, and one more thing..." she nodded, "I want a notebook and I want to be able to talk to someone I know... I can't stand it anymore, I need to talk to someone who isn't a security guard or who sleeps with a gun by their side."

"You'll have that, but you can't tell anyone what happened."

"I'm aware of that."

"And do you desire anything else?" she asked, touching my chin, moving in closer to kiss me.

"Yes..." I stopped her, touching the middle of her abdomen over her blouse, and her jaw tensed a bit. "Let's take it slow."

"Yes... let's take it slow. Everything at your own pace."

We smiled at each other in agreement and then she placed the ring on my ring finger. We looked at that ring, which now represented something more between us, and then we looked at each other.

Megan smiled and I smiled back, and then she kissed my hand, planting loving little kisses up my arm, shoulder, and finally finding my cheek.

I let her give me a single kiss and then she let me go. Before closing the door completely, she nodded with a smile and I did the same in return. Then I closed the door and went on my way.

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