Indebted:Part 1(7)

"I keep that picture as a reminder of the damage that money can do. How  it can rot something that was once pure from the inside," he speaks  through his clenched teeth.



"Oh please don't turn this into another one of your poor-little-rich-boy  moments, Mattie. Next you'll be spouting off about all your Daddy  issues … "



Matthew releases me and grabs her by the wrist violently, twisting it in the air. "Enough!"



Marjorie's eyes grow wide with surprise, but she quickly calms down.  "Oh, is this foreplay, Mattie? You might as well let your dark meat know  what you're into now. Not that she'll care. I bet she'll do just about  anything for some cash, won't ya honey?"



Matthew jerks her arm higher, and she yelps. "You need to leave now,  Marj." He throws down her hand in disgust and wraps his arm around me,  gently guiding me toward the door. "Don't make me call security on you …   again," he warns her over his shoulder as we walk away. I peek back and  watch Marjorie hunch over and start to cry.



My mind is so sucked in by the chaos I don't even notice that we aren't  heading back out to the party until we've walked deep into the labyrinth  of his house. I swear you must need a trail of breadcrumbs or something  to find your way back out of here. We reach a large, dark door, and he  opens it for me, allowing me to walk past him first into a masculine  office full of wood carvings, leather furniture, and a huge mahogany  desk.



"What would you like to drink, Kendra?" Matthew nods toward a well  stocked bar near a floor to ceiling window. I've never been much of a  drinker. I can count the amount of times I've gotten drunk on two  fingers. "Ummm, what do you have?"



"How about I surprise you?" His aqua blue eyes seem to glow in the  lowlight of the room. This has been a night full of surprises, what's  one more?



"Sure, sounds good."



As he mixes a drink like a chemist mixing an antidote in a lab, he  doesn't seem the least bit phased by the whole scene that just went  down. How often does this sort of thing happen in his life? His calm,  cool demeanor is making me question my memories of the drama that just  played out between him and Marjorie.



"Here, tell me what you think." He brings me a glass with a drink that  looks like orange tang. I take a small sip and am pleasantly surprised  that it tastes like a fancy lemonade.



"It's really good, thank you." I take another sip and watch as he sits  with his concoction on the pure, white leather sofa, patting the seat  invitingly. When I join him, I'm confused for a second as he takes my  glass from me and places it on a table with his. Confused until he wraps  his strong arm around me. His kiss is so light on my lips that it  almost feels like the fuzzy memory of a dream upon them. He sucks my  bottom lip into his mouth slowly, tenderly tugging on it with his teeth,  making me moan at the unexpected sensation.         

     



 



His hand travels down my dress to the hem and doesn't hesitate for a  second before pushing up between my thighs, hovering over my wet  panties. I gasp, I've never come close to having any man touch me like  this. My body is hungry for more of him, but my mind won't stop  spinning. Is this really how I want to lose my virginity? On a first  date with a man who will probably never see me again? Marjorie isn't  wrong, he probably won't even remember my name.



"Stop," I pant into his mouth weakly, but I push my hips forward,  grinding my juicy mound toward the heat of his hand. He pushes me  backward onto his couch and moves between my legs so quickly that my  mind is now firing off alarm bells. This is too much! Too fast! He grabs  my wrists in one of his hands and roughly tugs them over my head,  pulling my dress up with his free hand and kisses me passionately.



His free hand glides up the inside of my thigh until he reaches my  soaking panties. Matthew's finger pushes against my panties, putting  just the right amount of pressure on my clit. I mewl, bucking my hips  toward him. The intensity of his touch is so perfect, it feels like this  is what I've been waiting for. I'm just not sure that this is the right  time.



My reservations melt away again as our tongue caress and collide. I'm  tired of being the good little girl, it's time to have some fun for  once. I open my legs wider, encouraging him to keep stroking my pussy. I  didn't even know I could get this wet. He sucks my bottom lip back in  across his teeth, less gently this time and then gives it a painful nip  that brings me back to reality.



"Owww! No, we need to stop. I just can't."



He releases my arms quickly and sits back up so fast it feels surreal.  I'm still lying in front of him with my legs splayed open with a total  disregard for modesty and my head spinning.



"If you want to stop, you'll have to quit putting on a show for me,  Kendra," Matthew muses, smiling at my exposed lace panties. I sit up  quickly and tug down the hem of my dress, heat firing up through my  throat and ears.



"Is there a problem?" He raises his eyebrow with the hairline scar on it  and his blue eyes twinkle. I feel like a fool. What kind of 26-year-old  panics at the idea of having sex with a handsome billionaire?



"No, not a problem. I just can't keep going. I'm sorry, it's all just  kind of overwhelming, you know? I mean there was all the drama, like  fifteen minutes ago with your ex and really, she's right. I know this  isn't a big deal for you, but it is for me. That's why I've waited so  long and I just can't, and I should probably go home." I finally take a  breath after spewing out my explanation like one long word.



"Waited so long? Are you telling me you're in grad school, and you've  never been fucked?" He looks amused. Too amused at my expense. Like the  very idea is so ridiculous to him that he can barely stop himself from  laughing at me. My skin burns with shame as my eyes brim with tears. The  last thing I need tonight is to be the butt of another rich person's  joke. I stand up abruptly and head for the door. I won't sit here and be  laughed at for having integrity, I don't care how big of a deal this  guy thinks he is.



"I need to leave. Please call me a cab." I won't look at him. I will not  give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he's affected me. I never  should've let my guard down with someone like him.



"A cab! Do you know how far we are from the city? It's a two-hour drive.  You aren't a prisoner here, Kendra. If you want to leave, I'll get the  pilot … "



"No!" The idea of getting back in that helicopter is terrifying. "I'm  not impressed by your stupid helicopter, and I don't want to fly. I just  want to go home, now!" I whirl around and feel even angrier by the  stupid grin on his face. He's loving this. Maybe that's part of his  game.



"No need for a tantrum, I'll have my driver meet you at the front. He'll  take you home safely, I can assure you." His face goes from amusement  to completely disregarding me. It's like he's shut off any part of him  that showed me any interest or respect just moments ago. I wait,  stupidly, for him to walk me out or acknowledge that I'm leaving, but he  just sits behind his desk and starts shuffling through paperwork. I  guess I've been dismissed.         

     



 



Leaving the house is more complicated than I had hoped. Luckily, I have a  decent sense of direction, so I manage to get to the front door without  steering too far off course. The entire way out I just keep my jaw shut  tight and blink back my tears. I will not cry here. I won't do it. As I  reach the front step, I can see the limo among the others in the  driveway, but his has a driver waiting for me holding the door to the  back seat open for me subserviently. I'm almost there. Just hold it  together for a few more seconds.



"Bored with you already, is he? That must be a new record, even for  him." I whirl around to see Marjorie with a cigarette dangling from her  crimson lips.



"Fuck off you cow." I turn back on my heel and climb into the waiting  car. No sooner than the door shuts, the tears start flowing, thank god  for tinted windows. As the car pulls out I feel a mixed bag of emotions,  shame, anger, disgust and the most upsetting of all, yearning. I hate  myself for wanting him almost as much as I hate myself for walking away.  Now I have a two-hour drive back to the city to think about it.





  Chapter 4: The Apology



Just get through this shift. It's not like you knew the guy, and it's  not like he matters. Move on. I walk into the diner with my head down.  After my late night and enough tears to fill a bathtub, I know my eyes  are puffy. You never should've gotten swept up, this is real life, not  some fairy tale. I wrap my uniform's apron around me like a hug,  comforted by its familiarity. I'm not going to say that this is where I  belong, I haven't been busting my ass for the last six years to say  that. However, last night was an eye-opener. If that's how the other  half lives, and acts, then I'm happy I'll never be in their inner  circle.