NERTHUS
By the moment I’m climbing on the giant bed in my flimsy dress and high heels to position myself in the middle of it, my panic is already rising.
I had the brilliant idea of thanking him by surprising him and got into the penthouse.
Without informing him.
As my stupidity dawns on me, my panicky thoughts are suffocating me. I had never done such a thing for a client before, and suddenly I curse myself.
What was I even thinking?
What if he is with another woman?
I contemplate just running back out and my nervousness must reach its peak as I don’t even hear the lock of the entrance door. My train of thought is still drowning me as I spot him already standing in the door.
“I got your gift.” I say, getting on my knees shortly before sitting down again. I try to bluff, pushing down my fear of being thrown out in shame.
Throwing his jacket on the leather chair, he stops in front of the bed to have his gaze roam over my body. He has his hands in his pockets as he watches me intently. His gorgeous smile has my heart doing a backflip. “Did you like it?”
“Yes.” I answer lowly, being captured by his intense gaze.
Letting my hand wander over the bedsheets next to me, I invite him into bed.
“Come here, and I’ll show you just how much.”
His swift movement actually surprises me, making me giggle as he reaches me, crawling to hover over me.
“Already missed me this much?” He asks huskily, his low whisper vibrating through me.
“Oh, yes.” I breathe out, stretching beneath him and arching my back off the bed to close the little distance between us.
“Hmmm,” he presses a single kiss on my neck, and I feel the smirk on his lips. “You have a name for me then, beautiful?”
I shake my head, moaning. “Just let us forget that for a moment and let me be thankful properly.”
He chuckles, moving his hand up my leg to wrap it around him.
“I need a name!” he groans, biting into my skin. “And I can’t fuck someone that lies to me constantly.”
I push him away from me, my lust draining from me instantly.
“Stop accusing me of lying. I’m not going to tell you the name, and you know the reason why. That has nothing to do with lying.”
He looks down at me with a gloomy expression. “What about Francis then?”
My gasp gets stuck in my throat at hearing his name and squint my eyes at him. “Stop bringing him up. What about him?”
“You told me he was your pimp. But he is your cousin.” His voice and his eyes give the impression that he is about to eat me whole.
And not in a good way.
“And? This is just another descriptive trait of his. The one doesn’t exclude the other and does not make me a liar. Apologize!”
He scoffs, apparently not taking me seriously, and I push him away further to get out from under him. But, of course, he doesn’t take it and pulls me back to lie beneath him.
“Stop acting up, Nerthus!”
“Apologize!” I say through clenched teeth, making him grin maliciously.
“How does your cousin get your pimp when your uncle is a pastor?” He says mockingly and I gasp horrified.
“That is nothing of your concern. How dare you investigate me?! You had no right to stick your stuck-up nose into my life.”
I try to squirm under him as he holds me captive firmly. Holding my arms over my head, his thumbs burying in my upper arms. I hiss as he moves closer, his lips just millimeters from mine.
“I am the type of man that needs to do his research before he gets involved with people.” He states calmly, making my blood boil at his audacity.
“Bullshit.” I shout at him. “You had no right! I don’t care what your stupid excuses are. Now let me go!”
“No.” He says with a smirk and my anger rises at him playing with me. As I try to move away, he pins me down. My air gets stuck in my lungs as I look up at him frowning down at me.
“Stop acting up!” His whisper has my goose bumps rising on my skin and I feel desperation flowing through me.
I inhale sharply as he lowers down on me, biting into my shoulder. “The hell I am! Let me go! I’ve got enough of you.”
“You have not.” He snickers against my skin. “I can feel your heartbeat here.” Him passing his tongue over the artery on the side of my neck, has me moaning lowly. I press my lips together and snap my head to the side as if the movement could get me away from him rather than grant him greater access.
“Relax for me.” As I take a deep breath, one of his hands moves up to caress the fabric of my laced lingerie dress while his other hand is still holding both of mine hostage over my head.
“Yes, just like this.” His voice risks getting under my skin, and I clench my eyes closed even more tightly. Just as my heartbeat starts to regulate itself and I push down my urge to throw a tantrum, he speaks again.
“Look at me.”
I turn my head slowly, locking my eyes with his. My heart stops in my chest as his frown holds me captive.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t play with me.” I whisper, and he shakes his head.
“I’m being honest.” He smirks and I roll my eyes, scoffing.
“I apologize.” He leans in, breathing me in as he buries himself into the crook of my neck.
“Idiot.” I say, and he pushes himself off me.
“I have a meeting.” He pulls at the sleeves of his shirt, readjusting his shirt properly.
“A meeting?” I ask, propping up on my elbows to look at him.
“Yeah. I’m already running late.”
“Why did you come up then?”
He just smirks, slipping into his jacket. “Wait for me!”
I nod, pursing my lips, and he comes over to me. With a swift movemebt, he grabs my ankle to pull me to the foot of the bed. My low squeal gets interrupted by him pressing a chaste kiss onto my lips.
“I can’t wait to sleep well tonight.”
Oh, dear.
***
I’m used to spending time on my own and also waiting for clients. But I can’t say that I ever felt so at ease while waiting for an engagement as I was feeling in the hour that I had to wait for Arawn. Scrolling on my phone, I lay leisurely on my bed, always carefully considering the poses that he would like to see me in, should he barge in again.
“Nerthus!” I jerk up and lay my phone on the bedside table as I hear him calling my name. Stepping to the door carefully, I put my hand on the door frame as I look at him questioningly. He gestures to his meeting room as he walks into the entrance, and my blood freezes.
No, not this room.
But there is no way I have the right to complain. He pays for me, so I take a few fast steps to reach the room with the big glass table.
“Sit down.” He orders, and I do as he asks me to.
As soon as I sit down, he puts a piece of paper in front of me and positions a pen on top of it.
“Sign it!” He requests coldly and I gulp. Taking the pen into my hand, I scan the paper lying in front of me.