WARNING; This chapter contains mild smut. This book was not written for children. It's an 18+ book so this is only the beginning.
Please keep that in mind as the story progresses. Because it honestly only gets worse from here.
Lennox POV
"Come on Chance, please just let me explain. It's not as bad as it sounds, I promise!" Beckham pleaded having finally caught up to me, he grabbed my elbow spinning me around to face him.
I slapped him across his face, hard. "I've already told you, don't fucking touch me."
He didn't even seem mad about the fact that I slapped him. He clenched his jaw, running a hand through his head. "I probably deserved that. But please just hear me out, I'm offering you a lot of money to do something that's not too unreasonable."
"You're so full of shit." I scoffed, "Asking a stranger to marry you is extremely unreasonably."
"Hear me out, for real this time. Look I'll pay you for your time, just to listen to me talk. No pressure. Whether you say yes or no, just name your price"
I'm mad as fuck, but angry and stupid are not the same thing, "$25,000 and I can tell you right now, I'm not agreeing to this shit."
The whole reason I came out tonight was to secure money for my tuition. This is me securing said funds. There's no harm in listening to his strange, arranged-marriage fantasy. At least I don't have to take off my clothes, I just need to ingest a lot more alcohol. A lot more alcohol.
Now that we had the settled, I turned around heading back inside of the restaurant.
"Where are you going now?" Beckham sucked his teeth.
"Back inside to finish my pizza, duh"
"So let me get this straight... Your dad saw your sex tape? That's mad cringe" I tried to stifle my laughter but couldn't.
He rolled his eyes, "How is that all you got from that? That was easily like a thirty minute explanation."
"I meannnn..." I trailed off, shrugging my shoulders, laughing even harder.
Honestly, I did not expect to have a good time with Beckham, but he's funny, charismatic and sweet. Now that he's explained everything, I don't think he's an asshole. I think he's a dumbass but not an asshole. I'm also still not agreeing to this mess. That would be what you call a 'non-starter'.
However, Beckham has successfully managed to peak my curiosity. It could be liquor, or it could be the way he looks at me with those frosty blue eyes, but I'm not ready for tonight to end just yet.
I straightened up in my set, "Can I ask you a question? Don't read too much into it either..." I warned him, "I'm just curious about something."
He nodded his head, "Shoot."
"Why me? We don't even know each other, why would you propose something so extreme?" I asked, watching him tuck his lips together as he collected his thoughts.
He slid closer to me inside of the booth, "Umm.. Don't laugh. It's the fact that we don't know anything about each other. Theoretically, we could spend the rest of our lives getting to know each other, discovering each other..." He trailed off, his voice dropping an octave. "Exploring each other."
I looked over at him, taking in the way his shirt hugged his biceps, the way he sat with his thighs spread out in the seat. My mind couldn't help but wonder how my head would fit between them. There's an idea I wouldn't mind exploring.
Oh shitttt. This is cringy as hell, I'm sitting here doing the very thing I swore I wouldn't do.
I shifted around in my seat trying to maintain my composure. I took a deep breath counting to three. You cannot sleep with him Lennox. Calm down and get yourself together.
"Tsk, tsk" Beckham lifted my chin up with his index finger, "Eyes up here, love. It could've been yours but you didn't want it."
I brushed his hand away, "It's not that I didn't want... Look, I'm not going to apologize for not wanting to sell my life away."
"I'm not asking you to." He sighed softly, "Look no matter what happens with that. I want to get to know you, will you let me do that?"
I smell bullshit.
But am I going to go along with it? Absolutely.
I promised myself that I wouldn't have sex with him, we still have other options.
"I'd like that." I smiled softly, lying straight through my teeth. "Do you want to get out of here? We could go somewhere where we can talk... In private."
I'd like to sit on his face, collect my check and never speak to Beckham again.
He looked at me quizzically, and I not so innocently placed my hand on his thigh. He flicked his gaze down at my hand, then back up at me before waving over the waitress. "Check please"
Beckham quickly paid the check. Well, more accurately Beckham threw a pile of cash on the table then took ahold of my hand, and all but dragged me out of the door. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. Earlier I felt that I was being a little too thirsty, but it gives me comfort to know that he's feening for this shit just as bad as I am.
I honestly can't remember the last time I had an orgasm. I know that's surprising given my career choice. Escorting entails a lot of weird shit, that's sexual in nature without participating in sex itself. Foot fetishes, for example.
"Did you drive here?" Beckham's voice pulled me out of my thoughts as I shook my head 'no'. "My place it is then."
He led me over to a red and black McLaren. I was honestly surprised to see him driving such a flashy car. He didn't strike me as that kind of person, then again he's in twenties with a trust-fund large enough to feed a small country. I'd probably buy a sports car too.
He opened up the door for me, which caused a small smile to appear on my face as I climbed inside.
"So, is your place close-by?" I asked. My patience is running a wee bit thin and my knees are weakening. Cue the SWV song.
"Sort of." He responded, turning on the radio before driving off.
Sort of? I wanted to press further but decided against it. It's just a car ride, you can make it through a car ride. It'll be fine.
I stared out the window, clenching my thighs together as Dive In blasted through the speakers. Even the radio is trying to set me up for failure. Trey Songz poetically crafted ode to oral sex was the last sound I needed to grace my ears. Now is not the time.
I tried to get my mind to focus on something else, hell anything else before I made a mess all over these custom leather seats.
"Are you okay?" Beckham asked glancing over at me with a puzzled expression on his face.
"I'm fine" I muttered rolling down my window.
That made things worse, I found the cool night breeze to be erotic. I swear I haven't felt like this since high school. That feeling where you're so horny it overtakes you, and everything absolutely everything only intensifies your desire. That is truly some prepubescent shit. What is happening right now?
I felt Beckham's hand pry open my legs. I looked up at him in confusion but not once did he even glance away from the road. "What are you doing?" I tried to ask but it came out as almost a whisper.
"Making it better" He responded bluntly his hand sliding farther up my thigh until his fingers found their way to the place that I needed them most.
His thumb rubbed my clit, still covered by the thin material of my thong. I couldn't help but buck my hips up to meet his touch. I desperately needed release.
"Stop moving." Beckham instructed eyes still glued to the road.
I didn't even bother to argue, because as much as I hate to admit it. In this moment, I need him. I just tried my best to keep still as he rubbed my clit, his motions were painfully slow. I grit my teeth together digging my nails into the arm rest. I could feel myself dripping on to his hand but he continued his relentless teasing.
"Beckham, if you're going to do something do it. If not, kindly remove your hand from under my skirt!" I spat.
The corners of his lips turned up into a smile but still he did nothing. I can't take it anymore. I grabbed on to his wrist, pulling his hand out from underneath my skirt. He looked down at me, visibly surprised by my actions.
I don't know why. I did exactly what I said I was going to. Whatever surprise was present on his face quickly faded. His gaze returned straight-ahead, his jaw now clenched. He crossed two lanes of trafficking cause a car to honk at us before pulling into a secluded alley putting the car in park.
Shit, I pissed him off and now he's going to murder me.
"Look I'm sorry. Please don't kill me-" He cut me off crashing his lips on to mine.
My brain barely had time to process what was happening before his tongue invaded my mouth. He kissed me deeply, one of his hands immediately finding there way to the back of my head pulling me closer to him. The other finding it's way back under my skirt, moving my thong to the side. My entire body felt hot. I grabbed ahold of shirt, sucking on his tongue his mouth tasting of whiskey, which only turned me on more.
It became less of a kiss and more of a battle of wills. A fight for control and neither one of us had a desire to relinquish theirs. I wrapped my hand around his throat tight causing him to let out a low moan into my mouth.
Fuck, just the sound of it was almost enough to make me orgasm.
A shudder ran through my body, Beckham took the opportunity to plunge two of long fingers inside of me, sending chills down my spine. He brought him thumb back to clit, as he pumped them in and out of me at a fervent speed.
I broke away from our kiss, moaning his name "Fuck Beckham" I whimpered as he fucked me harder and faster with his fingers causing me to tighten my grip on his neck. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to ecstasy. When he added a third finger my eyes rolled back into my head, my legs quivering.
"Cum for me," Beckham growled in my ear nipping at it. "Let it go, bebita"
And I did. My hand was still attached to his throat as I came all over his fingers. He continued letting me ride out my orgasm, before sliding his hand out of my weeping sex. Prompting me to finally release my hold on his neck. My fingers had left behind small red bruises, though they were hardly noticeable with all the tattoos covering his skin.
I watched as Beckham sucked on his fingers, looking directly in my eyes. After he licked them clean he started the car back up, driving off without another word.
I smiled mischievously, I for one am very excited to get back to Beckham's place. Maybe tonight wasn't such a waste after all.
The next morning I woke up dazed and confused, I was in the most gorgeous room I had ever seen in my entire life. My eyes darted around the room for any signs of dangers, as I recalled last night's events. I was with Beckham, I felt my face flush. Now it all makes sense. The random room is obviously a room in Beckham's house.
I got up out of the bed, staring down at my body in confusion. He dressed me. I was in a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized flannel. I can only assume the clothes belong to him. I glanced at myself in the mirror, I actually look really good in this outfit. The room was completely devoid of any personal artifacts so I think this is the guest room.
I looked around the room once again, the room is also devoid of my personal artifacts. Where the hell is Beckham?! I walked out of the room, and was taken aback. I've seen a lot of nice houses before but this- this is next level.
The ceilings were easily 18 feet high and there were floor length windows everywhere with a view of the Seattle skyline. This is a penthouse, this is thee penthouse. I wandered down the long hallway in awe. This place truly looked like something out of a movie.
I stopped in my tracks, hearing voices. "Beckham?" I called out walking the direction of the people talking. The voices sounded male, so it's definitely Beckham. Why is he ignoring me?
"Beckham?" I called out again, as I found myself now standing in the kitchen. "Oh.. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." My cheeks burned red, as I tried to plot my exit.
Beckham wasn't answering me because he was in the kitchen having breakfast with his entire family. I mean I assume they're his family, there's a man who looks more than old enough to be his father and he has grey hair and blue eyes. There's a boy in his twenties who's blonde with blue eyes, a girl who looks younger than him also with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Then there's the lovely older woman whom I assume is his mother because she has dark hair like Beckham.
I'm crashing their family breakfast, looking like the bi-product of a one-night stand, this is fucking mortifying.
"Don't be sorry love, we were waiting on you." Beckham rushed over to my side kissing my forehead. "Everyone, meet my girlfriend Lennox"
Girlfriend? Wait, Lennox?! My eyes bulged out of my head at the mention of my government name. Now how in the hell? I took a deep breath, remembering that I was standing in a room full of rich white people.
I bit my tongue, hard. I'm trying to prevent myself from going off in front of these nice people. I could taste blood in my mouth so I just gave a closed-lipped smile.
"Mijo! She's gorgeous, I thought you were making it all up but it's true. You must bring her to the dinner party tonight, I insist." His mother's thick Spanish accent flowed out. She's gorgeous but I mean everyone in his family is conventionally attractive.
"Of course she'll be there!" Beckham interjected before I could say anything.
She sprang up out of her seat, engulfing me in a bear hug. I awkwardly patted her back. "Welcome to the family, Bonita!" She kissed my cheek.
Okay that's it. Beckham must've have noticed the look in my eye because he grabbed his mother's arm, leading her away from me.
"Mama please, you're overwhelming her." He said, leading her back to her seat.
Overwhelmed would be an understatement.
"Wow, it's so nice to meet everyone. I'm so sorry that I won't be able to join you. I woke up not feeling too good, so I'm gonna go head back to bed." I mustered up a smile trying my hardest not to look like a psychopath, before exiting the room.
"Did you get her pregnant?" I think it was his little brother who asked as I left the room.
"No she's not pregnant. Keep your voice down. I'm going to go check on her."
That's what I was counting on. I made my way back to the room I had woken up in and waited for Beckham whom walked in shortly after I did.
He shut the door behind him. "Let me explain, I-"
I slapped the shit out of him, again.