Chapter 5

Lalaine's point of view.

"So, what you're saying is that you think I have a big dick, and it might be kind of spectacular?" He smiled smugly and asked.

As I sat back on my heels and crossed my arms over my chest, I felt incredibly embarrassed because, well, I guess that's what I just said. However, I did not want to say it again.

"Do you have any sexual experience at all?"

I shook my head again.

He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair again. He looked like he was a thousand miles away, probablythinking about whether to keep me or not. Finally, he tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, making me look small.

"Let's go."

"Where are we going?" I was about to beg him not to sell me to Jaccob the Hutt.

"We're going home," was his short answer.

"You're not mad?" As he stormed out the door, I jumped up and ran to catch up with his long steps.

"Oh, I am extremely pissed, but I'm trying really hard not to be." It took him a whole hallway to walk past me without even a quick glance. "I guess I can see the bright side of this: I can teach you how to do things my way." It's not fun, though, because I have a hard-on the size of Texas right now. What are your things?"

"In some room off the hallway."

It was awkward to move back to the room where I had changed clothes and left my things, including my cell phone. We didn't say anything else to each other.

He stood outside the door while I took off the bandages that were supposed to be clothes and put on my tank top and skirt again. After I got dressed and felt less exposed, he led me to Foreplay through the back door, which I thought was only for these kinds of guests.

A short, blonde man in a black suit and driver's hat stood by the door of a limousine when we got to the parking lot. Mystery Man walked over to it.

"Mr. Crawford," the man said with a nod and a blank look on his face as he opened the back door.

He said hello to each of them, "Sam," and then put his hand on the small of my back and led me inside. "We're headed home for the evening."

The driver said, "Yes, sir," as Mr. Crawford, aka Mystery Man, slid into the backseat next to me that was too big for him. There was still a lot of space. It was likely that I wouldn't have much personal space over the next two years, though.

In a flash, the car was moving through the streets of Chicago. Mr. Crawford let out a long breath and moved around in his seat while pulling on his pants.

Keep this in mind: Don't bother Texas. I gave myself a little smirk.

He finally spoke up and asked, "Do you live in Chicago?"

My short answer was "No."

I looked out the window and saw the lights of the city go by. People who looked like they didn't care about anything were all over the streets. I thought that if things were different and everyone didn't hate me and my family, I might have been like any of them. That wasn't the case, though.

"Why are you doing this, Lalaine?"

That information wasn't part of my contract, and I wasn't ready to give it out. I didn't want to get too close to the man who had just bought me.

"Why are you?" I fired back. It looks like my brain filter wasn't working anymore.

He had a scowl on his face again, and I felt bad about being rude to him when I thought about all the ways he could punish me. But not a lot of me.

"You do know that I now own you, right?" Remember where you are. I'm not mean by nature, but your snarky comments are making it hard for me to hold back," he said with a serious face.

Since I was feeling scared, I was sure I looked like a kitten at that moment, but I looked him in the eye anyway because I was too proud to turn away. Or maybe it was fear that made me keep an eye on him and wait for him to move. It was probably because the man was really handsome, and I cursed the needy woman in me for being so weak.

"Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation for you, and you probably have your reasons, just like I have mine," he began. In spite of everything, we have to stay together for the next two years. It will be much easier for both of us if we can at least try to get along. I don't want to fight you all the time. I am not going to fight you. That's it; you will do what I say. Okay if you don't want to talk about your personal life first. I'm not going to ask. But you belong to me, Lalaine, and I won't stand for disobeying me. Are we getting it?"

I made my eyes narrow and my teeth clench. "Just right. I'll do what you say, but don't think I'll enjoy it.

He then gave me a mean grin and put his hand on my bare thigh. He slowly began to touch my skin, moving his fingers higher and under my skirt. He leaned in close to me so much that I could feel his hot breath on my neck. The feeling made my skin crack.

"Oh, I think you will thoroughly enjoy it, Lalaine." It was his raspy voice that made me feel things I should have been too sick to feel. Then he kissed me just below the ear with his mouth open and his long fingers barely touching my middle.

When my stupid, betraying body responded, I gave up and let him handle me. It's possible that I let out a small whine when he suddenly pulled away.

He said, "Aw, home sweet home," as the car stopped.

I woke up from the fog that Mystery Man had made me feel and looked out the tinted windows.

It wasn't even a house. It was very big. A big house. He must have been able to fit a whole city inside. Before I knew better, I would have thought he was trying to make up for something, but that wasn't the case at all.

I didn't like calling him that, but Mr. Crawford got out of the limo and put out his hand to help me.

I said no to his offer and left on my own. The driveway was made of bricks and was big and round. In the middle of it was a stone water fountain that was lit up with soft white lights. Water clouds rose into the air and fell back down into the pool of glass.

When I turned around to see what else was around me, all I saw was neatly cut grass and fancy bushes that had been shaped into stags.

Wow, did the king really live here?