Millionaire Escort (An Erotica)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

     I had managed to stand up and walk into the bathroom, feeling sore and anxious as I made my way to start the shower. Sex was nothing new to me, not by any means, but for me to actually enjoy it was something entirely foreign. I forgot my place with Saxon for a short while. I forgot that I was only with him, in his house, in his bed, for a reason. What we had done wasn’t out of pure lust or longing, it was just convenient. He didn’t have to go out and pick up some beautiful ethereal woman, or call some former lover. I was there in his bed, willing.

     I ought to feel honored that a man such as Saxon had wanted me for a mere moment, but I was actually just feeling as if I should run and hide so that I wouldn’t have to be reminded of my shame. I would manage on my own. I’ve been doing it for a few years now. But sooner or later, Ashley would find out that her older sister was whoring around. She would never forgive me, whatever the reason.

     I cried as the water beat down on my skin as I scrubbed, trying to wash away Saxon and the arousal he had caused inside of me. Never had I questioned my intentions with what I did for a living, but this man made me realize that maybe there is more in store for me. Maybe I could find a way to get myself out of this lifestyle.

     I sighed as I rinsed the soap from my body, trying to ignore the fact that I now smelled like Saxon, since I had forgotten to unpack my personal hygiene items. I closed my eyes and just continued to stand under the stream of water, trying to relax. But my attempts were tossed to the wind as soon as I heard the bathroom door open and Saxon called out.

     “Scarlett, I got the pills. I’ll put them on the sink and come join you.” My heart skidded to a stop and I quickly stepped out of the shower, leaving the water for him.

     I wrapped my towel around myself and smiled awkwardly at him. “No, it’s okay. I am done anyway.” I tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm and forced me to turn back around and look at him. He looked concerned and a little more than irritated.

     “Scarlett, what happened?” I could tell by his voice that he wasn’t messing around, but there was no way in hell that I was going to answer him.

     I yanked my arm out of his grasp and walked out of the bathroom. “Don’t we have to go tell your parents about our ‘engagement’? Take your shower and get ready before I walk out of here.” I slammed the door shut behind myself, flinching as it loudly shut with a bang. I didn’t know why I was taking this out on him, but it was partially his fault for being so attractive. Why did he have to call me of all people? There were so many other escorts who were smarter, nicer, and more attractive, but he had to choose me?

     I went to the closet where Saxon had hung my clothes and pulled out a yellow, one shoulder dress that came to my knees and pulled out the white flats that went with it. I was still extremely pissed and just threw it on, still seething. I went to the mirror and grimaced as I looked into the mirror at my eyes, which were swollen from crying. This was going to be a disaster.

Several minutes later, I was sitting on the bed, flipping through the pages of a book I had been reading for the past couple of days. It was about a girl who became the submissive of a rich CEO and they eventually fell in love. It seemed like a crock of shit, but it was a good read, nonetheless. I wouldn’t say I was a submissive, but it was fun to read about.

     Saxon walked out in low hung black slacks and a white button up that hadn’t been buttoned yet. I raised my eyes from my book and slid it under the pillow before Saxon looked at me. I took in the sight, not sure how many times I would get to see it, but he caught me staring and chuckled, walking towards me. I swallowed hard and watched him. He moved like a deadly big cat, ready to pounce as soon as he had his prey where he wanted it.

     “Scar, what was wrong in the bathroom? Why did you run from me?” He reached towards me and yanked me to the edge of the bed, where he pressed his fully clothed erection against my covered sex.

     I pushed at him, trying to get away but he kept his hold on me, as if I was some sort of life line. “Get off of me. What we did earlier was a mistake, and not one I want to make again. It was less than exciting for me. And I do not want to repeat it.”

     Saxon’s eyes narrowed and he pressed harder against me. “That is a lie. I really don’t believe you. So, tell me, why are you lying to me?” I shivered under his gaze and tried to push at him again. I couldn’t let him get to me.

     “I’ll pretend to be your fiancé, but I won’t pretend to want you. I’m sorry.” I shoved at him again, harder than before and he just continued to glare at me, before leaning down to claim my lips in a violent kiss. I whimpered and pushed once again. “No!”

     He pulled away and looked at me harshly before standing up and wiping his mouth slowly. “What is your problem? You let me fuck you not even two hours ago and now I can’t even kiss you?”

     “I won’t be your whore. I am done with being a whore.” I whispered my response quietly, afraid of what retaliation may await me, but he just sighed.

     “Scarlett, you aren’t a whore.”

     I scoffed. “Right. I just fuck men for fun. I’m not putting my sister through college, just spreading my legs for the hell of it. Well, Saxon, with your two million you are giving me for pretending to be your fiancé, I can put my sister through college and not have to have sex with another man. So thank you. I’ll go job hunting this week for a respectable job.” I stood and wiped my face again, making sure that no tears had escaped my eyes again.

     Saxon stood in silence, staring at the floor. The look in his eyes made me nervous, but there was nothing else to be said. He walked over to his dresser and picked up his car keys.

     “Come. My parents are waiting for us.”