Episode 6
I barely knew where to start with my explanation. There was so much garbage, so much fog, clouding my perfect little life that I could hardly sift through it all. Daniel Bennett, my father, school, everything was a mess and I only made things worse by running away.
I moved to Miami in attempt to live for myself. To forget the expectations and pressures forced on me by my family and find out who I really was. Dex had been completely unexpected. The beautiful man with all of his passion and goodness completely trampled all over my carefully
laid plans. Though he had yet to say it, he showed me more love and kindness than I ever felt or expected to feel.
In all of my eagerness to explore my newfound feelings of love and security, I outright refused to acknowledge my past. Choosing to forget all of the painful things I left behind. Hoping that, with enough willpower, all of my problems would disappear, leaving me free to ride off into a perfect watercolor sunset with Dex by my side.
It was becoming clearer by the second that wouldn’t be possible. I was naïve to think my dramatic past wouldn’t catch up to me sometime. But it had, much too soon for my liking, and with a vengeance that threatened to ruin my relationship with the only man I had ever felt some semblance of love for.
I couldn’t hide it anymore. Couldn’t hide behind pretty smiles and coy deflections, Dex deserved to know everything. Every ridiculous, messy detail from my past that brought me to him in the first place.
“I…” I took a moment, pausing to get my bearings. “I don’t know where to start.”
“At the risk of sounding like an asshole, the beginning is probably as good a place as any. Why did you come to Miami?”
That one was easy. “I came to Miami because I needed a fresh start. Isn’t that why everyone moves to a new place?”
Dex chuckled humorlessly. “It’s more than that with you though. I can tell.”
“You’re right.” I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, chewing on it furiously to keep myself from crying prematurely. There would, no doubt, be tears by the end of this conversation, but it was
still too soon to fall victim to my emotions. “I was… Am. I am running away from something.” Dex suddenly looked alarmed, I reached out to touch his arm, attempting to soothe him. “Nothing like that! I wasn’t in any physical danger, I was just profoundly unhappy.” I knew it
sounded terribly dramatic and childish but there was no other way I could explain it.
He stared at me patiently, his eyes dark and expectant but somehow still the most comforting things in the world.
“My father has… All of these plans for me. For my life.” I was fumbling with my words. It was the first time I had ever outwardly discussed the topic and I wasn’t entirely sure how to fully express my thoughts. “He’s a senator.” I spat out a laugh. “Completely unremarkable, but you’d never guess it by his ego.”
Dex’s dark eyebrows furrowed, confusion taking over his handsome face. “So you ran away because your father is some asshole politician?”
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I shook my head. “No, I ran away because I was tired of him dictating my life, just like he dictates everything else.” The tears were coming now and I could do nothing to stop them. “Back when he was still a big- shot lawyer, my mother was his secretary. She was beautiful and young and so
full of dreams and she fell in love with a total bastard.” I choked out a bitter laugh, this was a tale that seemed as old as time. It was almost too cliché to seem real.
“Long story short, she got pregnant and he refused to acknowledge me as his own until she died when I was seven. He took one look at me on the day of her funeral, spit some garbage about how I looked so much like him and carted me off to his mansion in the hills.”
“From there it was all- girl’s boarding schools for most of the year and summers spent being carted around the south of France with Au Pairs, followed by my entrance to a well- known but not too prestigious university, and an internship at a small time law firm.” I was becoming increasingly angrier, almost unable to contain my contempt. “And of course the relationship with a well- to- do young man. All carefully planned and orchestrated by my father.”
Dex’s expression had gone from angry, to shocked, to confused in the span of a few seconds. “And you couldn’t tell him that you were unhappy?”
“He didn’t care.” My voice sounded desperate. “Christopher Reed doesn’t care about me or anyone else who dares to defy him.”
“So what about, Daniel? How did that happen?”
“I did what my father asked and met a man. Daniel is from a well- off family, one with connections and a bank account the size of a large country. We dated for a while and it didn’t
work out. I broke up with him and the next thing I know, he’s kneeling down in front of me with a
ring, talking about short engagements, and children, and moving to California to support my father’s reelection.”
I remembered the feeling I had when Daniel approached me that evening on my way home, the abject disgust I felt as he slipped the gaudy ring on my finger before I could get a word out. It had been the tipping point. The thought of spending my life standing at the side of Daniel Bennett, bearing his pompous little children, and forever being under my father’s thumb had me creating a half- cocked plan to move across the country and start a new life.
“I just couldn’t do it, Dex. Not anymore. So I left. I emptied my bank accounts, chose the sunniest place I could find, got my shitty little apartment and hauled a*s.”
Dex stepped closer to me, softly touching me for the first time since he had confronted me about Daniel. His rough hands gripped my elbows, forcing me to uncross my arms and wrap myself around him. I breathed him in as he held me, his clean, musky scent comforting me endlessly. I was too tired to cry but somehow more at ease than I had been in a long time.
“So what now?” Dex’s voice rumbled and vibrated through me. “What do you mean?”
“What are we going to do about this?”
I was confused. “There’s nothing to do, Dex. Now that you know everything we can just move on.”
“Rosie, sweetheart…” His voice was soft, like he was trying not to upset me. “We can’t just pick up where we left off like there’s nothing wrong here.”
“I don’t see why not. My father, Daniel, none of that matters.” I got my new start and now that Dex knew everything, I didn’t have to hide or be ashamed anymore, we were so close to everything finally being perfect.
“You can’t just expect your family to forget about you, baby.” He chuckled, his hand moving up to my smooth cheek, prompting me to look up into his gorgeous eyes. “I don’t care how much of an asshole your father is, there’s no way he’s just going to let his daughter disappear without a fight.”
He didn’t understand. Not fully anyway. Sure, my father never raised a hand against me but he never had to. His neglect, his lack of affection, his overall disdain for my presence in his perfect family was more than enough to screw me up.
Dex had an amazing family. A mother and father who loved and supported him, a beautiful unit of nuclear happiness, there was no way he could understand the messed up relationship I had with my father.
He was right about one thing, though. My father would come for me. Not due to any kind of
fatherly concern or because he genuinely cared about my safety, but because he owned me. In his eyes I owed him for acknowledging me when he hadn’t had to and for giving me a life that most people coveted. The money, the education, the blessing of his family name. All of it came with a price. One that I had to pay with my obedience.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore right now.” I wasn’t sure how to make Dex understand, but things were becoming overwhelming again.
Dex sighed as I gently moved out of his arms. “Fine, but you can’t ignore this forever, Rosie. Not anymore.”
I nodded, turning back to the now room temperature celery on the counter. “Fine.”
He moved up behind me, his large hands clasping my bare hips, pressing his lips against the back of my n
eck. “You don’t have to do it alone, baby. I’m here now. There’s no way I’m going to let anyone take you away from me.”
17
Rosie
Two weeks after our fight and my subsequent gut spilling, Dex and I had barely broached the subject again. He tried countless times to prompt me into carrying on the discussion, but I
always refused. Instead choosing to change the subject and push it from my mind.
Dex took my countless deflections gracefully, giving me constant reassurance that he was there to support me, telling me definitively that everything would be alright. I appreciated the sentiments but they did very little to comfort me.
I knew there would come a time when I would have to confront my past head on. When I would have to stop running and stand up to my father once and for all. There was no way I could
continue on with my life, with or without Dex, in a constant state of worry. Something needed to be done, and soon. I wasn’t entirely sure what the outcome would be, whether I would fold to my father’s demands as I always had or come out stronger. Either way, it would have to wait. I
wanted to hold on to my life here for as long as possible.
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I wasn’t sure how long I had until the chaos bubbling under our blissful facade finally came to a head. I wasn’t sure how long I had until reality came back around to knock me on my a*s. All I knew was that whatever amount of time I had left would be spent with Dex Quinn.
“I still can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” My boyfriend’s deep voice prompted me out of my thoughts as we moved around his large dining room table, setting up an arrangement of plates and utensils.
I walked around the table towards him, lightly slapping his hands away from his sloppily done setting, and moving the forks to the left side of the plate. “It’s a good idea and you know it!”
“No the hell I don’t.” Dex took a step back from the table, crossing his strong, tattooed arms across his chest as he watched me finish setting the table. “This is going to be a f*****g disaster. I can feel it.”
“Well, I think they’re going to love each other.” I smiled up at him cheekily. “First sight, head over heels. All that shit. I’m counting on it.”
Dex shook his head. “Hell no. They’re going to hate each other. From what you tell me about Nora, they’re way too much alike. There’s no way Cam can put up with someone who’s as obnoxious as he is.”
“Yet somehow he’s friends with you…”
He growled, reaching out to send a sharp smack against my denim covered a*s. “There you go looking for trouble again.”
I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and standing up on my toes for a deep kiss before the doorbell rang.
“You’d better behave, Dex.” I poked my finger in the center of his chest. “No funny business.” “No promises.”
Before I could reply, the bell rang again, followed by a series of knocks, causing the two of us to rush toward the front door, eager to greet our dinner guests.
After brief, but pleasant introductions and a bit of good- natured ribbing, the four of us sat down to a beautiful dinner of Italian takeout. The air around us was thick with an awkward silence.
Cam and Nora sat picking at their meals and almost entirely ignoring one another. Across the table, Dex stared down at his plate of food with a small smirk on his face. I refused to give him the satisfaction of being right.
I turned to the handsome man sitting to my left. “So Cam, Dex was telling me earlier that you went to a Toro Y Moi concert last weekend, how was it? I know Nora really loves him.”
Cam looked over at me. “Oh.” His bright blue eyes seemed to light up with childish excitement. “Yeah it was a pretty sweet show. There were a lot of cool people there.” He smiled over at Nora. “Have you ever seen him live?”
“Nope. But I hear his shows are always full of douchebags.” Nora gave him a saccharine smile
before taking a slow sip of her wine.
I watched as Cam’s eyes narrowed at my friend, his top lip curling up into a slight sneer. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear, honey.” He mimicked her dry tone perfectly, causing the woman across from him to sit up in her chair a little straighter.
“Well, by the looks of the man sitting across from me, the assumption definitely doesn’t seem wrong.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Nora swiped her tongue over her lips then let out a snort. “Oh come on, look at you.” She motioned over the length of his body.
Cam looked down at himself, the expression on his face confused and more than a little annoyed. “What the f**k is wrong with the way I look?”
“You showed up to a dinner party in a tank top and flip flops.” Nora took another large sip of wine. “And by the looks of it, you couldn’t even be bothered to shower before you got here.”
The man crossed his bare arms across his chest. “This is my best friend’s house, I’ll show up bare a*s n***d if I want to.”
“I sure wouldn’t put it past you.” Nora’s nose turned up in disgust.
I sat silently, not entirely sure what transpired to cause this ridiculous argument in the first
place. Nora wasn’t typically so confrontational, and while I didn’t know Cam well, I definitely got the feeling he was a pretty laid back guy. Seeing Nora be so rude to a guy due to his apparent wardrobe choices was odd to me, and I sure as hell didn’t like it.
I stood up from the table, smoothing out my white blouse. “Hey Nora, you want to help me bring out another bottle of wine.” We didn’t need another bottle of wine at the table, nor would I have needed help getting it if we had.
Nora silently followed me into Dex’s kitchen, a kind smile replacing the sneer on her pretty, tawny brown face.
“Nora Romero!”
She looked at me innocently as she fiddled with a wine cork on the counter. “What?” “What the hell was that in there?”
What was what?”
Hands on my hips I narrowed my eyes at her, saying nothing as I pursed my lips.
She sighed. “I don’t know, Rosaline.” A small, petulant whine escaped her throat. “I just don’t like him.”
“What do you mean you don’t like him? You don’t even know him.” My head was spinning at the ridiculousness.
“I just don’t like his vibe is all.”
“His vibe?” What the hell was she talking about?
She spoke resolutely, as if she was tired of having to explain herself. “Yeah, his vibe, you know. He’s an asshole, I can feel it.”
I conceded, of course I thought it was ridiculous but I wasn’t her mother and it wasn’t like Nora was hurting for the affection of adoring males. She could have anyone she wanted, and if Cam wasn’t what she wanted, then so be it.
Even still, I seriously didn’t want to admit defeat to Dex. “Fine…”
Nora walked up to me and wrapped her thin arms around my middle, hugging me close. “I’m sorry, Rosaline. It was nice of you to do this, though.”
I laughed. “Yeah, yeah.”
“I’m serious! Even if I hate the guy you chose, I still appreciate the effort.”
I pushed her away jokingly, grabbing a new bottle of wine from the wine rack. “Alright. But you have to be nice when we go back in there. I don’t need you making an enemy of my boyfriend’s best friend.”
Nora reached out and linked her pinkie with mine, giving me a little wink before leading the way
back into the dining room, me trailing helplessly behind her.
Even after Nora promised to behave herself, the duo’s light bickering continued throughout dinner and dessert, leaving me almost relieved when the two left for the evening. Both of them making snappy comments at each other even as they made their way to their respective cars.
As we straightened up for the night, Dex’s handsome face remained in a constant state of smugness, the non- verbal, “I told you so,” became too much for me to bear silently.
I threw a damp dishrag at his head. “Cut it out!”
Dex cracked up, loud, full- bodied laughs that almost seemed to make his legs weaken. As unimpressed as I was, I still had to bite back a smile at the sight of his glee.
Almost a full minute of his gloating passed before he approached me, making little smacking sounds with his lips. I backed away, both of my hands on his chest, using all of my strength to keep him at bay.
“No! Stay away from me.”
“Aw, c’mon, baby. Just give me a little victory kiss.” “What for? You didn’t win anything.”
“No, but I was right.”
I conceded, letting him take me in his arms. “Maybe this time, but don’t get used to it.”
“Of course not.” Dex’s hands drifted down to my a*s, squeezing and groping my bottom through my jeans. “Still want my reward though.”
He bent down, his mouth nibbling at the skin of my neck, causing me to stifle a m**n. “What reward? We didn’t discuss any terms.”
“Hmmm…”
Dex continued his soft ministrations on the bare skin of my neck and shoulders, his soft, wet tongue quickly following the nips of his perfect teeth. My heart beat fast, just as it always
seemed to when we were this close. This wasn’t anywhere close to the first time we had done this, but my belly still filled with butterflies. Knocking and fluttering against every part of my stomach. The excitement and anticipation I felt every time he touched me didn’t feel as if it would ever fade.
We said nothing as we worked to slowly rid one another of our clothes. Shoes, pants, shirts, everything laid in a pile on the dark wooden floors at our feet as we stood devouring one another.
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Dex pulled back, his pupils blown wide and his voice a snarl as he murmured into my ear. “You know what I want as my reward, Rosie?”
I shook my head.
“As my reward.” Dex’s hands drifted from my sides, back down to my a*s. “I want to use you any way I want.”
I panted into his neck as he dipped his hands into my lace panties, his finger running over the swollen lips of my dewy p***y from behind.
“I want to take your mouth, your pretty p***y, that gorgeous f*****g a*s of yours. I want
it all.” He slid one thick finger into my c**t, f*****g in and out a few times before adding a second one, making me clench tightly against the invading digits. “I want you to take everything I give you.”
His thumb made its way between my cheeks, gently rubbing over my asshole, making me gasp and grip Dex’s upper arms.
“Yes!” I arched my a*s back against his fingers. “I want that. I want you to use me.” The words coming out of my mouth were completely foreign to me, but that didn’t make them any less true. The thought of Dex, in all of his strength and possession, taking me, consuming me completely, had my head spinning and my p***y creaming all over his fingers.
Dex pulled his fingers out of me, quickly spinning me around before pushing my panties down my legs and snapping the front latch on my bra. “I want you on your knees, leaning over the couch. A*s up, legs spread.”
Doing as he said, I lowered my body onto the floor, my bare n*****s brushing against the soft fabric of the couch. Dex leaned down behind me, gently spreading my thighs further apart until I was completely open before him. I felt the fat, soaking lips of my p***y spread as he opened me up, revealing my soaking, light pink folds. In this position, Dex could see a peek of my asshole between my plush a*s cheeks. Being so open for him with the cool night air from the patio doors brushing against me felt so good. I was completely at his mercy, c**t, a*s, anything he wanted at his disposal.
I jumped as I felt his cool nose run in the length of my p***y. “Your sweet c**t smells so f*****g good, baby. If I didn’t love f*****g it so much, I would stay here forever.” His nimble tongue joined his nose in my folds. Softly running over my lips and c**t, never staying in one place long
enough to make me come but perfect for drawing a steady stream of cream out of me and into his mouth. “So fuckin’ juicy…”
He abandoned his ministrations on my p***y after a few torturous minutes, turning his attention to my a*s, giving me a few smacks, no doubt causing the skin to pucker and redden slightly. “Reach back and spread that a*s apart for me, Rosie. Let me see all of you.”
Slightly blushing, I rested my upper body on my shoulders, leaning down further and reaching my arms back to grip my cheeks and pull them apart. Dex’s large thumb circled my asshole a few times before his tongue followed, making its way up and down between my cheeks before focusing on my hole. I moaned loudly, my voice slicing through the otherwise silent room. The feeling of his tongue, wet and strong, against my untouched asshole was almost too delectable
to handle. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. Ever dreamed to feel.
I groaned disappointedly when he leaned away a few minutes later, eager to have his mouth back on me.
“F**k,” he spat. “You like that, huh? You like it when I eat your a*s?” I blushed.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I like it too. In fact, I want more of it.” Dex moved away for a moment. I heard him leaving the room as I panted on my knees. I was sure I looked a sight, completely spread open, wet and aching and wanting to be filled in every way possible.
He was back in a flash, wasting no time as he squirted something warm and wet between the cheeks of my a*s. Making me feel almost obscenely wet and open as he slowly worked a finger into my asshole. “You’re so f*****g tight here. So hot.”
I whined, “I need you to f**k me, Dex.”
I sounded desperate. Desperate and whiny and awful but I wanted his d**k. I wanted to feel his
thickness filling me and stretching me, f*****g into me, making me cry, and I would do anything to get it. Even if it meant completely laying down my dignity and begging for it.
“Where do you want me?” Dex added another finger, slowly stretching out my hole. “In your a*s or in your pretty p***y?”
“Both.”
Dex chuckled before smacking at my hands, signaling I could release the straining grip on my a*s. “I’ll have both before the night is over, but I want that p***y first. I want to make you cream all over my c**k before I take your a*s for the first time.”
Without warning he slid his fat d**k into my p***y, the girth of him aided by my juices as he
stretched my walls. Dex kept his fingers in my a*s as he fucked my p***y, gradually working a third finger into me as he pistoned into my c**t at an almost punishing pace.
I wasn’t sure how long he fucked me, my p***y dripping juice onto his pristine hardwood floor and the wet sounds of his perfect c**k leaving and entering me becoming progressively louder.
“Oh God!” I cried out, unable to contain my moans. “I need to come so bad, baby. Please let me come.”
Dex grunted, “Reach down and touch yourself, baby. Play with it. Make that p***y come.”
I shot off like a rocket within seconds, the sensory overload of his filling my c**t and my a*s along with the stimulation on my c**t almost causing me to black out. My ears rang and spots
appeared before my eyes with the force of my orgasm before Dex pulled out of me, his d**k still completely hard and shiny with my juices.
“I want in here now,” he said, helping me widen my legs even more. I felt the tip of his wet c**k on my slightly stretched asshole, slowly pushing in until I enveloped the tip. “F**k. Your a*s is
taking my d**k so well, baby.” Dex continued, gingerly but steadily sliding his long s***t into me.
The stretch of it was foreign, stinging and aching a little, but the feeling otherwise completely delicious. I pushed back slightly, wanting him to push faster.
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“Shit, Rosie. You really want it, huh?”
I groaned, jiggling my a*s a bit to prompt him to start f*****g me. “F**k my a*s, Dex. Please.”
Dex didn’t f**k my a*s as hard as he fucked my p***y, but the steady pace of his c**k sliding in and out of me was enough to rev me up again, causing me to f**k back at him continuously.
“Oh, hell yeah. Ride it, baby. Ride that d**k.”
He moved his hands to spread my a*s wide again, looking down to watch his c**k move in and out of my stretched hole. “You look so f*****g good like this.” His hips rocked into me faster, a little more erratically. “Should have broken out the f*****g video camera.”
I threw my a*s back at him harder, my p***y clenching around nothing but still so close to coming again. “I need you to come, baby. Come for me.”
“Where do you want it, Rosie?” “In my a*s! Come in my a*s.”
Dex stuttered through a few more thrusts before he came. His strong hands held onto my hips in a bruising hold as he filled my a*s with his hot c*m, resting inside me for a few moments as he
slowly softened.
I felt his c*m run out of my asshole and quickly down between my still- swollen p***y lips as soon as he pulled out of me. The feeling of its wet warmth making me swallow harshly as I caught my breath.
“F**k that’s hot…” Dex groaned as he rested his head on my right a*s cheek, watching his handy work, gently kissing the warm skin there.
I laughed. “That was…” “Unbelievable?” Dex finished.
“I’m not sure that word is strong enough, but I guess it’ll have to do for now.” I turned to sit on my butt next to him, momentarily not caring about the mess I would inevitably make on the floor. “I’m guessing your reward was satisfactory?”
Dex bit my shoulder gently before taking my mouth. His sweet kisses completely different from the way he just fucked me. “Eh, they were alright,” he answered, causing me to reach out and
twist his still hardened n****e.
The next morning, I drove Dex to the warehouse before taking the Porsche to my apartment to pick up some more clothes and check my mail. As much I appreciated my little apartment,
nothing felt better than being able to sleep in Dex’s arms at night, not even the feeling of sleeping in a bed I paid for with my own, hard earned money.
My packing was brief, mostly consisting of me shoving some work clothes and a few changes of underwear into my old duffle bag. On my way out I stopped by Nora’s to see about a pair of shoes I loaned her earlier in the week.
A loud shuffling inside the apartment quickly alerte
d me before the door swung open, revealing Nora, clad in an oversized t- shirt and with a head full of artfully messy hair.
She smiled at me, slightly forced and way too wide. “Hey, Rosie Posie. What’s up?”
I raised an eyebrow as she scooted closer to the other side of the doorframe, effectively keeping me from seeing inside the apartment. “Rosie Posie?”
She shrugged.
I rolled my eyes. “I actually just came by to grab those sandals you borrowed the other day. I want to take them to Dex’s with me.”
The shuffling noise was back behind the door. “But um… I can come back if you’re busy?” Nora didn’t entertain many men but those she did, typically weren’t invited back to her place. Her “sanctuary,” as she often referred to it, was a sacred space where she could escape her well- meaning but nosy parents and the leering gaze of annoying men. Whoever she had in there with her, she must have liked a lot.
She smiled at me, giving me a flash of her perfectly straight teeth before turning to peer into the room behind her for a second. “No uh… It’s alright. Just wait a minute. Wait right there.”
“You might as well tell her!” a familiar voice exclaimed from inside, causing me to look up at my friend in shock.
Nora let out a sharp curse before kicking the front door all the way open, revealing a shirtless Cam lounging comfortably on the couch, the jeans he wore the night before opened sloppily.
I looked to her, a sly smile slowly taking over my face.
“Do not look at me like that!” she whined, lightly stomping her bare foot. “What happened to not liking him?”
TBC
