My Dominant, My Fifty Shades

Chapter Six

I applauded as Vincent gave a speech on engineering and how he loved the feeling of control of manipulating a car to his will. Somehow and selfishly I thought the speech was about me and basked in the thought he was unable to obtain me...just yet...

He made his way down the stage as another man took the platform and described each car in long detail-making my attention shift completely to Vincent as he sat directly by me. Even his presence made my shift in my seat as I greeted him with a kind smile before placing my hands together tight, feeling my own palms become clammy.

"How are you so far?" He asked as his hot breath hit my skin.

"Intrigued. I used to be bored with cars but the way you talk about it makes it sound..." I paused to find the correct word. "Alluring."

"Good. Would you come with me? I want you to be beside me as I am forced to discuss horrid topics with even more dreadful people."

"And I am just used as an ornament?"

"If it were up to me, you would be much more than that..."

The comment made my eyes go wide and my cheeks to ache from a combination of a smirk and resisting blush. Which failed-as always.

I was shown to a group of elderly men who were introduced as the creators of one car and the others as engineers. I was truly intrigued by the wording and I admired the passion he had, but I found my feet to ache as I was standing now for three hours and counting. I decided to get some air and removed my shoes. I heard the door open again behind me shortly after I entered the balcony area and smiled hoping it was Vincent.

"Miss Gerharrd?" His voice was relaxing, but nowhere as sexy as Vincent's. He wore a nice suit and had hair that came to a head before his forehead. He had smoky green eyes that were almost a swamp green and had a cigarette between his fingers. I nodded before he reached out his hand and I did the same. "I am Mitchell Hellman-most people just call me Mitch. Vince wanted me to check up on ya-make sure you were alright. I know, all this talk can be pretty boring..."

"No. I like seeing new things and to me, this is all completely new."

Mitch took a puff from his cigarette before offering it to me. Rejecting politely, I looked to the scene before me; the city life of all the blue and white lights below along with the lights of cars and neon signs of clubs and colorful establishments.

"What is it that you do?" He asked as he leaned against the stone balcony-each few seconds inhaling once more.

"I'm a waitress."

He choked on the smoke.

"You could pass of for a model..." He said making my cheeks blush. "Why a waitress?"

"It is the only job that allows me to still go to class. Everything else is during the time I have class..."

"I see. And what are you in school for? Let me guess...English?"

"How did you know?"

"Vincent told me..." He said with a friendly grin. "He has told me a lot about you."

"He talks about me?"

"Yeah. Hasn't shut up actually. It's odd for him...He never talks about his...conquests..." The word raised a major flag before me. It all made sense. He did all this so I'd sleep with him...

"I think I should go back. I'm ready to go home.."

"I hope it's nothing I said..."

"No." I said lying before going to move and threw his cigarette from the building and turned and grabbed my arm.

"Please, just stay out here with me. It's a beautiful night and you are making me very aroused with that dress..."

"Excuse me?" I asked as I backed myself up against a wall.

"Come on, you know he'll never fall for you. But I can give you a night you won't forget and more...yachts, dresses even more expensive than this one...and cars...shoes..."

"Not all women want material things."

"He seemed to be able to buy you-"

My hand rose faster than I could stop it and it hit across his cheek hard. Unfortunately, his grip was then hard on my arms as he held them at my sides.

"I will obtain you beside me in my bed. Whether you like it or not. Then again....I don't always need a bed..." he said as he unzipped his dress pants and made his force against me, lifting up the dress as I wiggled in response. Pushing, trying to scream but he threw his hand over my mouth. Luckily as he let his lust get the better of him, he released his firm stance and I kneed him where it counted before running back through the party and out the front and began walking home.

The shoes remained off my feet and were still on the balcony as I recalled but was damned if I would allow myself to return there. Did Vincent set me up to this? Did he know Mitch would do that? Did he make or ask him? Before my thoughts could think of any evidence to support the theory, I found that Vincent had followed me out. He caught up with me in his car before parking and following me on foot.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?" By now, I was unaware my makeup was ruined by angry tears and my dress was torn and my hair disheveled.

"I don't fit in there. I just want to go home..."

He looked to the ground as if trying to muster words.

"I wish you'd stay-"

I then blew up, releasing all self thought enigmas I thought of him involved.

"Am I just another conquest?" I asked him as his jaw became hard and he clenched his teeth.

"Did he tell you that?"

"It doesn't matter...am I?"

"Of course not."

"Because I can't think of any logical reason you would buy me clothes, get my hair done, take me before all them..."

"Because I'm proud to have you by my side. You are a truly beautiful woman Adelaide. I wish you saw that..."

"This is all just lipstick, all just makeup and hairspray..it will go away..."

"I liked the beauty you had before that was on you. That just accents and makes features more visible. If it were my opinion, I wouldn't care if you wore it or not. I just...I wanted you to see what I can offer you..."

"What are you talking about? Offer me? I thought you didn't do stable..."

"I don't. I don't want to talk about this here..."

"What is there to talk about?"

"My wanting you...the way I do..."

"Can't you just tell me?" I asked, my voice becoming smaller and smaller with each passing second.

"No....Will you let me show you?"

His words came like masqueraded daggers at my heart. The sharp pain lingered at first, but I saw it as harmless. He would finally stress his feelings for me and I was eager to hear them.