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About the author:
N.V. Love has made her writing debut with Secrets of My Temple; the first installment in a series of stories that explore sexual taboo lifestyles and the people who engage in them.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’ve always enjoyed reading a good love story. When the idea for Secrets of My Temple formed I new I had to write this story. It took some time but I’m glad I have a story to share with everyone.
Here is a short sample from the book:
EVEN WITH JUSTIN inside of me I still feel empty. I look up to the ceiling beyond the plaster and drywall and feel like I’m being watched by an unknown audience. I must be an idiot to lay here and endure this shit, but then again Justin’s having a good time so at least one of us is getting something out of this. Maybe I’m being too hard on myself. I’m not an idiot in all respects; when it comes to school and work I’m ahead of the game but when it comes to sex to say I’m unskilled is putting it nicely. Of course it doesn’t help my first experience came at the hands of my horny cousin who decided at nineteen a five-year-old was exactly what he needed to get his rocks off. But that was a long time ago; I should be over it by now yet no matter how hard I try it seems like every time I’m about to have sex, images of what he did to me creep into my mind. I’ve felt awkward in the bedroom all my life and it hasn’t helped any of my relationships. Finding a boyfriend has never been hard; maintaining the relationship is where the real work comes in.
My current boyfriend Justin is the first guy I’ve dated that seems to tolerate my lack of skills in the bedroom however I’m sure that probably has something to do with our new lifestyle. It may sound crazy but I think I really love Justin and after all my failed relationships I’m willing to do anything to make this work. That’s why I’m lying here under him like a doormat waiting for him to cum. Sex with Justin is so damn monotonous that I know exactly how many strokes it takes for him to have an orgasm. When Justin reaches stroke fifty-six he will find his release and grunt like an animal before rolling off of me.
Normally I’m patient however today we have a lot to do. We’re moving to Chicago and there are still things that need to be packed.
“Justin, you have to hurry up, my family will be here any minute.”
“Just give me a little longer Layla, I’m almost done.”
I want to get on with packing. I desperately need to leave the cramped confines of this apartment—everything from the kitchen to the tiny bathroom is outdated and falling apart. When I first found my apartment on New York Avenue in Washington D.C., I had big plans. I got hooked on HGTV and thought there was no project too big for me to take on but I quickly learned how wrong I was. The thrill of finishing school and living on my own was short-lived. I don’t know what happened but somehow all of the hope inside of me seemed to seep out little by little.
I thought when I moved out on my own my family would give me more space but the opposite occurred. Everyone became more involved in my life. It also didn’t help that mine and Justin’s mother became the best of friends. I can’t make a move in this city without someone documenting my every step. I need for things to be different in Chicago. The sooner I get on the plane, the sooner I can really start to live my life however Justin’s need for a quickie is seriously delaying my plans.
It’s the same thing over and over again; he creeps up behind me and slides his hands between my thighs, letting me know he’s ready. My body doesn’t respond to his touch so he always makes sure we have plenty of lubricants in the house. Like an obedient dog I strip out of my clothes, assume the position and let him lather me up so he can enter me without it being too painful.
This is not how I envisioned sex. Growing up I became addicted to romance novels and the thought of finding my Prince Charming—the one man I could spend the rest of my life with—was alluring. I thought we would meet and my experience with him would be magical. Now I wish I could go back and burn every romance novel I ever read—that shit is not real.
I’m twenty-four years old and I still don’t see what all the talk is about. After all of these years I’ve concluded not everyone is made to enjoy sex. Granted there was one night where I felt the magic but I can assure you William was no Prince Charming. I’m so ashamed of how the events of that night unfolded, I rarely allow myself to reminisce. I still think my past is the reason I don’t enjoy sex but William left me contemplating new ideas. To this day he is the only man that ever made my body come alive.
I still can’t wrap my head around the circumstances under which we met. For Justin I’ve tried some unusual things; to date meeting William and Angela has been the most unusual of them all. I’m starting to make peace with the realization I will most likely never be able to fulfill Justin’s needs sexually. I’m in love with a man I can’t satisfy which is why I’m usually open to trying new things for him. If my mother only knew what I let Justin talk me into she would probably splash me with holy water and pray for the devil to leave my soul. As far as I’m concerned, the devil ruined me when I was five so nothing I do really matters anymore.
Most of the time having sex makes me feel dirty. Every touch, taste and smell seems to bring up an old memory from my childhood, yet with William every touch, taste and smell only left my body wanting more. Justin has never had that effect on me but I still love him. He has the most beautiful bronze skin, a toned body and a smile that would make any woman weak in the knees, but that’s not why I love him. He challenges me and forces me out of my box. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have a social life. I would probably still live at home with my parents.
“Justin, are you almost done?”
“Goddammit, Layla! Why do you always have to ruin the moment?”
Oops, I didn’t realize he was having a moment. His stroke count must be off today.
“Justin,” I repeated “my family will be here any minute and we still need to finish packing.”
I don’t want to argue, not on a day when we need to work together. I’m praying things will be better once we get to Chicago. Maybe a change in scenery will help us both. I need to go someplace where I don’t have so many memories.
Justin and I were friends in undergrad and officially became a couple during grad school. We’ve had our rough patches but he’s never bailed on me and he’s the first guy I ever dated that didn’t pressure me into having sex, at least in the beginning.
He thrusts his hips two more times before he grunts like an animal and rolls off of me—typical.
“I’m done, are you happy now?!” he says panting, trying to catch his breath.
“There’s no need to yell at me, I just want to make sure we get to the airport on time.”
“We have four hours before we have to leave, that’s plenty of time to wrap things up.” Exasperated, he gets up and starts to get dressed.
“I know but we also still have a lot of things to pack,” I say, trying to find the rest of my clothes.
“You’re a beautiful woman but you can be annoying as hell at times.”
He always says that, but I don’t let it bother me anymore. Now that I think about it, nothing Justin does really bothers me anymore. I just look at the bright side; he thinks I’m beautiful. I’m sure we wouldn’t be together if I wasn’t. I hope this little session will hold him over for the rest of the day, but with his appetite for sex, you never know.
I blame Justin’s sexual appetite for a lot of shit but the worst to date was his request we become swingers. I still remember the night when he first hit me with the question. We had been studying for finals and took a break to relax and watch TV.
“Layla, have you ever heard of swinging?”
“Swinging? What’s that?” I asked, taking a sip of my merlot. My first thought was some new line dance. I received the shock of my life when he explained swinging was a lifestyle some couples participate in to swap partners during sex. As soon as he told me I spat my merlot out all over his beige couch. I had never heard of anything like that before! The entire concept still baffles me; I don’t understand why people do it and I don’t think I ever will. I certainly wasn’t interested in hearing more, however Justin proceeded to give me a whole history lesson on the swinger culture and argued that it was a totally natural thing to do. Natural my ass! I should have known from the look in his eyes and how passionately he spoke about it that trouble was coming. Our discussion really got heated when he told me he wanted to try this “swinging lifestyle” with me.
I can only imagine the look of horror that must have been on my face when he asked. I wanted my relationship with Justin to work so much I would do just about anything for him, but becoming a swinger was pushing the limit.
“Just so I’m clear,” I asked, “you want me to have sex with other men while you sleep with other women?”
“Layla, be serious” he told me, “I know you could never sleep with anyone else, that’s one of the things I love about you. What I’m saying is that maybe we can find a single female or couple to have some fun with. You never know; maybe if you see another woman you can learn some new techniques and maybe even learn how to enjoy yourself.”
I knew then this had nothing to do with me learning anything. This was strictly about his needs.
“I know our love life isn’t perfect,” I told him, trying to remain calm, “but are things really that bad between us that you would want to try something like swinging?” Justin’s raised eyebrows said it all.
“Layla, I know you are trying and I really love that about you, but I would just like to experience this with you; I think maybe it could add to our relationship and spice things up a little. Baby, we need to switch it up and add some excitement to our love life.”
I knew Justin wanting to become a swinger was the direct result of me being terrible in bed. Due to my flashbacks I made him wait a long time to have sex and after such a long wait he didn’t feel I was worth it, yet no matter how bad our sex life is I couldn’t see how swinging would be the answer to our problems in the bedroom.
“I have to think about this Justin” I told him, “there is so much to be concerned about. Have you even thought about diseases and the type of people who engage in this? Surely no one with any morals or values would ever consider such a lifestyle. I mean this goes against everything I was taught to believe in. It’s bad enough we’re having sex without being married… doesn’t this feel wrong to you?”
Justin just looked at me and I could see the frustration on his face.
“How much time do you need?”
“I don’t know; can we discuss it in a few weeks? I need to digest this whole thing; besides, we need to focus on finding jobs after graduation, not getting involved in the swinger lifestyle.”
Truthfully I had no intentions of thinking about anything, I just needed to buy myself some time. I was hoping the whole thing would just blow over.
“A few weeks?!” Justin repeated, raising his voice at me, “Layla, there is a couple I would like for you to meet this evening. You don’t have to do anything; we are just meeting for drinks to see if we are compatible.”
After he told me that everything went down-hill and fast. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to contact someone about the lifestyle without talking to me first. I demanded he cancel but he insisted he couldn’t on such short notice. Apparently William and Angela were only available that particular night and Justin had already confirmed everything. He pleaded with me to do this one little thing for him, which was actually one big thing. I remember part of me wanted to please him but the other part of me wanted to tell him hell no, find someone else to fulfill your fucking fantasies. Deep in my heart I knew I would be crushed if he had ever left me and ended up with someone else, so as always, I gave into him. Besides, it was just meeting two people for drinks I rationalized; how bad could that be?
“You promise we don’t have to do anything?” He quickly promised we were only meeting for drinks. In the end I reluctantly agreed. As soon as I did Justin’s face lit up brighter than a kid in a candy store for the first time.
“Layla, I will always love you for this.”
I believed him but I prayed I wasn’t agreeing to something that would later come back to haunt me.
THAT NIGHT I was so nervous I didn’t know what to wear. I was heading out to meet a couple that was into some kinky shit during sex. Just the thought of it is still incomprehensible to me. I mean, what kind of people would even engage in such activities? I’ve heard of people doing some wild things but this was on a whole new level. One thing for sure, I knew this was a clear indication my relationship with Justin was in real trouble. I tried not to think that way but how else could I have felt at the time? I knew Justin found me attractive and I’ve always been thankful to have the ability to turn him on, but how could I satisfy him when his touch made me feel dirty? He said I have the body of a goddess; it’s just a shame this goddess doesn’t know what to do with it.
My deep chocolate complexion and bright smile got me a lot of looks in high school but I didn’t truly blossom until after my freshman year in college. I’m short in stature but thanks to my mother’s genes I have a figure most women work out daily to maintain.
That evening I agreed to meet the couple, it took hours getting dressed. What the hell did one wear when meeting swingers; was business casual even appropriate? After a long debate I finally settled on a simple black dress, high heels and I placed my hair in a loose bun. I went light on the makeup and didn’t choose any accessories. I thought maybe if I looked plain the other couple wouldn’t be interested and want to call the whole thing off.
We were scheduled to meet the couple at a restaurant close to the Verizon Center in downtown Washington, D.C. I’m not sure what I was expecting but I surely did receive the unexpected that night. When we entered the restaurant the lobby was packed with people. The dim lights added to a cozy atmosphere. Dark wood accents gave the restaurant a very masculine feel as servers bustled around with trays in their hand. There was a crowd around the bar and almost every table looked occupied. That’s when it first occurred to me that I didn’t know what the couple looked like. It’s not like you could go around asking people “excuse me, are you a swinger?”
When I asked Justin he casually mentioned they all exchanged pictures on some website. I was furious. I couldn’t believe he would share our private pictures with strangers.
I was so upset about the pictures I started working up the nerve to walk out the door when a woman approached us. At the sight of her I could not move. When she called out Justin’s name and they embraced each other as if they were long lost friends, I still couldn’t move. I looked over to Justin and I’m pretty sure my face said it all.
The woman was white. It had never occurred to me Justin would want to sleep with a white woman, not that I could fault him; she was beautiful. She reminded me of Catherine Zeta-Jones with her long dark hair and dark eyes but no matter how pretty she was, it still couldn’t erase my state of shock. Most days Justin acted like he could barely tolerate white people and now he wanted to sleep with one? I felt like I knew nothing about the man standing next to me—it was as if I was with a stranger.
When the woman introduced herself to me she grabbed me in a tight embrace as if we were bosom buddies. She said something about me being beautiful and her being happy we could make it but I barely heard a word she said. All I could do was focus on the fact that she was white and Justin wanted to have sex with her.
Angela said William had arranged for a private dining room; I didn’t even know this restaurant had private rooms. Following Angela down the hall I remember surveying the areas for quick exits. I didn’t want to meet William. Not that it would have made this situation any better, but I would at least have preferred to deal with a black couple. I don’t know why the hell Justin thought I would be interested in watching a strange white couple do kinky shit in the bedroom.
We followed Angela to the table and everything around me ceased to exist when I first laid eyes on William. I’ve never thought much about the brown hair blue-eyed type but anyone with sight would have to acknowledge the man was gorgeous, no that’s too pretty of a word, but handsome is not a sufficient description either. He had a rugged yet refined look about him. He was tall, maybe 6’2” or 6’3” but I was never good at estimating someone’s height. One thing for sure, it was clear both William and Angela were older than me and Justin. Angela looked to be in her mid-thirties but with William’s demeanor and pristine appearance, I would guess he was in his late thirties or early forties. When he saw me he flashed a smile and I saw his perfect white teeth—blindingly white. Where the hell did Justin meet them, I wondered? They looked like perfectly normal people.
To this day I don’t know how I got through dinner with my stomach constantly in knots. It also didn’t help that I felt like William was scrutinizing every part of my body. I was fully clothed yet I felt completely naked under his stare. I felt his blue eyes penetrating me to the depth of my very soul. I was quiet through dinner; between Angela and Justin’s flirting and William’s intense demeanor I didn’t have much to say. One thing I did find odd was William’s ability to dodge any personal questions. The whole point of us meeting was to get better acquainted yet aside from his name I didn’t learn anything about him at all.
Of course Justin and Angela were very chatty with each other—the two seemed to hit it off perfectly. I wondered how William felt about that, especially since the two of us barely spoke. From his expression he looked like he could care less about the chemistry shared between the two. When dessert arrived the conversation changed from mindless chatter and light flirting to a more serious topic; the reason why we were all there in the first place. Everyone quietened down while the waiter placed cheesecake with strawberry toppings in front of us. As soon as he left the room Angela announced it was time to go over some of their rules for swinging. Rules I thought to myself, Justin and I didn’t discuss any rules. Then again, it wasn’t necessary since we were only meeting for dinner.
As the conversation continued it became clear to me they were under the impression things were going to go beyond dinner that night. I remember secretly wondering how they would feel once Justin told them this was only a “meet and greet.”
The list of rules shared by Angela and William wasn’t very long. To me things like using protection and respecting your partners’ wishes should have been standard but I guess they felt it necessary to state for the record. I occasionally glanced at William while Angela was speaking, trying to understand the man in front of me. He was by all standards handsome. I know enough women to know he could basically get any woman he wanted, so why then would he resort to this type of lifestyle? Was it the thrill of picking up strangers for one night? I’ll never know the answers to my questions but that didn’t stop me from pondering. I was so absorbed in trying to figure William out I didn’t realize Angela had asked me a question.
“I’m sorry, what was your question again?” I tried my best to look interested; I didn’t want anyone to know that I was thinking about William.
“I was asking what you were into.”
What am I into? I’m not into the swinger lifestyle, that’s for sure. I was at a complete loss for words so I just shrugged my shoulders. That’s when Angela informed me she was bi-playful. Being new to the whole swinger lingo I asked what bi-playful meant. As soon as I asked the question, William looked at me like I had grown a second head. Angela giggled and said she was interested in being with both men and women. I nearly choked when she said that.
Personally I thought it sounded like a fancy way of saying closet lesbian but what do I know? Justin used that opportunity to jump into the conversation and announce that I wasn’t comfortable with that yet. I nearly choked to death at his comment. Yet?! I knew men fantasized about seeing two women together but it almost felt like Justin was trying to turn me into a goddamn lesbian! I immediately spoke up,
“I’m not bi-playful,” I said sternly, looking over at Justin like he was crazy but he paid no attention to me.
“Sure, no problem Layla, I just thought I would ask,” Angela said winking at me.
William remained quiet although I did catch him watching me a few times and once or twice we made eye contact before I looked away.
Feeling uneasy about the conversation I tuned Justin and Angela out to take in my surroundings. The private dining room was much nicer than the tables on the main restaurant floor. There was a rustic charm to the place that I appreciated. The dim lights and candles made the ambiance very intimate. The wall mounted fireplace added warmth to the room but looking at William made my insides heat up more than the fire.
Turning my attention back to Angela and Justin I found they were going over a list of likes and dislikes during sex. Justin brought up some things he never even mentioned to me before. That conversation should have taken place between the two of us in the privacy of our home. Instead he was sharing his preferences with a complete stranger. Maybe if he had told me some of the things he liked up front our sex life could have been better. I felt myself getting angry and had to remember to keep my cool, but I made a mental note to take the issue up with him as soon as we got home.
The second we finished dessert the waiter came out to collect our dishes. He offered us all coffee but everyone declined. When the waiter brought out the check William took it and paid the entire bill. Justin didn’t comment but I whispered “thank you for dinner” and he acknowledged me with a quick nod. He looked like he was more anxious than me to get the hell out of the restaurant and I couldn’t have been more pleased. What next? I thought to myself. When was Justin going to let these people know we were ready to go? I was eyeing Justin when William finally spoke.
“Would you all like to accompany us to our room?”
Whoa! What?! Where did that come from? I thought he wasn’t interested; I prayed they didn’t act crazy when Justin thanked them for dinner and let them know the evening had come to an end. I had hoped he would let them down easy especially since William picked up the tab for dinner. I wanted to go home right away and forget about the night.
“Our driver is waiting out front and if you two are interested you can join us,” he continued.
I turned to Justin who was saying yes without even asking me. I thought I must have misunderstood him. I don’t know what the hell he was thinking. I had no intentions of going anywhere with two complete strangers. I looked over at Justin, practically willing him to look at me, but he refused to turn his head. He was too busy flirting with Angela. William looked me over and from his expression I could tell he picked up on my hesitancy to join them.
“Layla, I only want you to join us if you are comfortable,” he said, and I immediately felt a shiver run down my spine. The sound of my name leaving his lips was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.
“Oh, she’s fine,” said Justin, as if he had the authority to speak on my behalf. William didn’t even look at Justin. He kept staring into my eyes waiting for me to respond. We went from avoiding eye contact with each other to a staring contest and I was losing. Justin leaned over to me and whispered in my ear,
“Baby, don’t worry, nothing is going to happen tonight, they just want to get to know us a little better that’s all, I swear. Trust me.”
Should I trust him? My heart said yes but my head was screaming: girl, don’t be a fool!
“Layla, I don’t ask for much. You will say yes if you love me and want our relationship to work.”
I always hated it when Justin used my love for him to manipulate me. I knew what he was doing but I could also see how important that night was to him. I thought if I agreed Justin wouldn’t have any qualms about finally asking me to marry him. After all, he did promise nothing would happen and so far, aside from enjoying a good meal, nothing inappropriate had occurred.
“Yes, we would like to join you,” I answered. I guess my response was good enough for William because as soon as the words left my mouth he stood up from the table and extended his hand to me. I didn’t want to accept but I felt drawn to him and before I knew it we were hand in hand. My hand felt so small in his yet strangely enough, for the first time that night, I felt protected.
OUTSIDE, THE COOL air felt calming. William’s driver held the door open for us as we all piled into his Lincoln to go to yet another private room. When we arrived at the hotel the only word that came to mind was grand. It wasn’t part of a hotel chain I recognized. It was very plush with old world accents inside. I felt so awkward walking through the lobby. If the hotel staff only knew what William and Angela had planned for that evening they probably would’ve put them out.
We took the elevator to the top floor and I immediately noticed theirs was the only room on the entire floor. The first thought that entered into my mind was to wonder if anyone would hear me if I screamed out for help.
When we entered the suite I was in awe; someone had spent a lot of time setting a romantic scene. Candles were strategically placed throughout the room, giving off the scent of warm vanilla. By the bar there was an assortment of desserts and drinks waiting for us. The suite had a sunken living room and a beautiful view overlooking downtown D.C. I don’t think I’d ever been in a hotel room that large before. Normally I would have loved to look around more but I wanted to stay as close to the exit as possible.
There was a lot of thought put into setting up the room. What if we hadn’t come, I thought to myself. As if William could read my mind he leaned over and whispered “just in case.” Oh. My. God. The sound of his voice and the close proximity to which he stood had my body all shook up. I had to remind myself to stay focused on getting out of there as soon as possible. To my far right I noticed Justin pouring Angela a drink. The bastard didn’t even bother to offer me anything. After Angela took a sip she sauntered over to me linking our arms together.
“Layla, would you like to change into something more comfortable?” she asked.
Change? I never imagined a woman asking me that question. I knew then I should have never let Justin talk me into joining them.
“No, I’m comfortable in my dress,” I quickly replied.
Angela said she was going to change into something more comfortable, leaving the three of us in the room together. Justin was not happy with my standoffish attitude and pulled me into a corner, practically begging me to loosen up. I caught a glimpse of William watching us and although I couldn’t be sure, he looked pissed when he saw the way Justin was pulling on me.
Before our conversation could go any further, Angela re-entered the room wearing black lace lingerie. As soon as she walked in I knew I had lost all of Justin’s attention for the rest of the evening. Even I could see she was beautiful. I could never wear something so revealing. I admired her confidence. I felt so out of place. I turned to look away and spotted William watching me. I crossed my arms over my chest trying to cover myself even though I was fully clothed. If I didn’t know better I swear he could see right through me.
Angela suggested we play some adult game to break the ice. Justin usually hates any type of board game but of course that night he was all in. He offered to help Angela set up in the adjoining bedroom, leaving William and I alone. I decided then and there it was time to go. I was going to give Justin five more minutes before I went back there and dragged him out, demanding he take me home.
Left alone with William I felt very self-conscious. He offered me a glass of wine which I gladly accepted in hopes it would help me to relax a little. He stood close by and watched me drink the entire glass.
When I was on my second glass he said, “Layla, don’t take this the wrong way, but if we do this I don’t want you to be drunk. I want you to want me as I want you.”
Do this? I thought to myself. My body may feel differently but I had zero intentions of doing anything. In reality Justin’s five minutes were up but for some reason I wasn’t ready to leave William’s presence just yet. I was hoping the wine would help to calm my nerves but it did little to sooth all of my nervous energy. While I was nervous and edgy, William seemed to be completely at ease. He strolled across the room and started fiddling with the stereo. I was stunned when he put on one of my favorite jazz artists. I kept looking up at the clock behind the sofa table, praying Justin would come out on his own instead of having me barge back there to get him. I had no such luck.
William noticed my pre-occupation with the clock, “you keep looking at the time,” he told me, “do you have some place you’d rather be?” At a loss, I just shook my head no and continued to look at the door Justin was behind.
“No matter how hard you stare at that door I doubt he’s coming out right now.”
That caught my attention.
“What do you think they are doing back there?” A broad smile crossed Williams face and I knew not to ask any-more questions.
“Tell me Layla, have you ever done this before?”
“Why do you ask?” I wasn’t prepared to discuss my lack of experience in the swinging lifestyle. I should have just admitted that was my first time even meeting a couple who participated in the lifestyle but I wasn’t sure how William would respond to that bit of news and I didn’t want to find out on my own. Although he seemed very calm and reserved at that moment, something about his presence gave me the impression there was another side to him; a side I may not like.
“You seem very unsure of yourself and I can’t figure out if it’s me or your lack of experience that has you so tense and nervous.”
I don’t know why his observation got under my skin but something in his tone ignited a defensive spark within me.
“It’s not my lack of experience that’s the issue. No offense, but you’re not my type.”
“What, you like women now?” he asked with an obnoxious smirk on his face.
“No, I like men,” I said while trying to put distance between us. He had moved closer towards me and I felt the need for space.
“Last time I checked I’m still a man so what is it? I can tell from your body language you find me attractive,” he said continuing his slow pursuit.
Of course I found him attractive but he didn’t have to point it out. I could tell he had a bit of an ego so I decided to let him know he just wasn’t my type.
“This isn’t about your looks… no offense or anything but I prefer black men.” He laughed. I didn’t know I said anything funny.
“I take it you find my preference amusing?”
“No, I find it amusing I’m being discriminated against.”
He’d probably never been rejected in his entire life. I thought my comment would help put his ego in check. “Like I said, I just have my personal preference.”
“That may be the case but that still doesn’t address the fact that you still find me attractive.” Me finding William attractive was never the issue.
“Just because I find you attractive, it doesn’t mean I’m willing to let you touch me.” He immediately stopped coming towards me when I said that.
“It’s clear to me you are uncomfortable being here. I will notify my driver to take you and Justin back to your car, but before you leave I would like to offer you a word of advice.”
I didn’t expect his demeanor to change so abruptly. I thought we would have kept up with our banter a little more but I was mistaken.
“What advice could you possibly offer?”
“You are clearly a grown woman and as such you are old enough to speak up for yourself and know what you do and don’t want to do. You shouldn’t let your partner talk you into things you clearly aren’t ready for. You’ve wasted everyone’s time tonight and my time is very valuable.”
All of my nervous energy vanished. I couldn’t believe that freak was telling me I’d wasted his time. That’s when I lashed out at him, letting him know his time was of no concern to me.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked threateningly.
“Only someone who is completely self-absorbed would ask such a question. What you should be asking me is if it matters and the answer to that is no,” I yelled back.
“I think it’s time for you to leave,” he said slamming his drink down on the bar.
“I’m way ahead of you,” I said in response and slammed my wine glass down on the nearest table and headed towards the room Angela and Justin had disappeared into. Unfortunately I was so upset I overlooked the plug to the lamp and tripped over the cord. I fell to the floor hitting my head against the door jamb and twisting my ankle in the process.
“Shit, Layla are you okay?” William scrambled to my side trying to help me up but I was in way too much pain to try and stand again. Don’t cry Layla; whatever you do, don’t cry in front of this man I kept chanting to myself. Both my head and ankle were killing me but I tried my best to hide my pain. I knew I was fighting a losing battle and when I could no longer hide the pain I felt my eyes swell with tears.
Without me having to say anything William scooped me up from the floor and carried me into the bedroom on the other side of the living room. The moment I was securely in his arms I forgot about all of the pain I was in. A new sensation stirred between my legs and I had to remind myself to refocus on getting Justin and getting the hell out of there and fast.