My Dominant, My Fifty Shades

Chapter Eight

Luckily, the walk back to the hotel room was quick and although awkwardly silent, was short lived. Coming to room 826, he fidgeted with the key in his hands. Rubbing it together in his palms. His gaze was permanent on the ground as I kept a slight distance while watching each move he made.

"I'm sorry." He began, making the moment's meaning to come to light. "I shouldn't have kissed you. It's wrong of me and I shouldn't have."

"Do you regret it?" The words came out faster than I could stop them.

"No. Yes...No in the way you think though...You're just so young and innocent and I've been dying to do that...I'm sorry...I should have resisted though.."

"I'm not glass Vincent." This seemed to surprise him. "I won't break with a little rattle. You have already done so much for me-all of it I don't deserve but I'm grateful so thank you. But I think I should just go..."

"No. You're too broken right now. Between the break in and your sister in law's infidelity, you need space..." He paused before taking his phone and making his fingers dance on the screen before turning back toward the elevator. "Come with me."

I loved the way he kept me guessing but after such a long day, I desired a long bath and listening to my old records. He opened his car door before I opened the passenger seat and he then slid it beside him, watching him speed away. He turned on the radio as the last few times being in the car led to awkward silence and I didn't blame him. The songs on the radio had been about secrets and romance which seemed to fit my situation perfect, but I do not think he caught on. In a way, I was relieved.

He stopped the car outside an abandoned building and my heart stopped. "Is this the part where you kill me?" I asked in all seriousness.

"I think we've been over that already." He said exiting the vehicle and throwing his black jacket back in the car before showing me inside. "What do you think?" he asked as I looked around to the empty home that desperately needed paint and modern electricity. He used candles that appeared older then the house as he watched me observe the surroundings.

"Doesn't seem like your style..." I said with a smirk.

"It's not mine..." He handed me a set of keys before the jingling made me freeze. "No. This is way too much Vincent...It makes me think what you have to tell me is something life threatening or sinister..."

"I want to be able to come see you-stress free...I will have contractors come in and they will add anything-"

"Vincent, no. I am telling you I will not take this. It's too much." I said hitting the keys against his chest and walking back outside, getting closer to the car. He followed before pinning me against the car as he locked the doors with an electronic beeper from behind me.

"I don't like when you run from me, or confuse me which you do both too often."

"Why are you doing this? Buying me things? Spoiling me?"

"Can't I just spoil you? You deserve it-you work hard..."

"And I have what I do because of that. Not for sleeping with some rich guy..."

"You still think I'm doing all this just for that?" He began shaking his head before pulling her toward the front of his car and lifting me on the hood. The feeling almost made me shutter where I sat. His long fingers moved inside my thigh but I refused him access.

"Why do you refuse me? Not just this? Why don't you let me in?"

"Why won't you tell me what you want with me? Why must you tell me in New York?"

"If you can see what it all is, it's better to understand."

"Are you gay?"

"After the kiss we shared, you're gonna ask that?"

"I'm just trying to think...Are you married? Have a kid?"

"No. Neither of those...please just be patient until tomorrow...please..."

"I'll only go if you accept I don't this house. I want to work honestly and get what I do from MY work not charity even though I know you think you're helping. If anything, help me sign for an apartment. My own apartment."

"You could always stay with me..."

"In New York?"

"Yeah. If you accept the offer I'm going to ask you tomorrow..."

"You know you aren't being fair here..." I said pushing him away from me and landing on both of me feet. He quickly turned me so I was pushed against the car.

"I never am."

"I'm beginning to learn that..." I responded as I moved from him. "Can you take me home? I need to face this, I'll have to eventually and I'd rather do it now..."

"I'd prefer-"

"Please Vincent...let me do this..."

"Fine. But if you want out...just call me." He slid a business card from his pocket and handed it to me. "Anytime..."

"And what if you're occupying someone else? Buying someone else?" I said as an attempted joke. He scowled at me.

"I'm picking you up at ten tomorrow and it takes about five hours to get to New York so I'll drive there...Do you mind?"

"No. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable. Clothes, medications, stuff like that that are essential..."

"I feel like this is crazy..."

"You haven't seen anything yet..." He said as he started the car and drove toward the apartment. He kept the engine hot and running as I had a moment of deja vu sitting where I was. I saw the light to the apartment on and regretted the feeling of guilt.

"What is the reason you don't do stable?"

"It's not what I do. You'll understand more tomorrow, I hope. Is it a yes that you'll come?"

I nodded, more anxious than anything but ready to know. How would I make it through work, knowing all of what I did...Having to wait each second...each table when he would be picking me up and showing me his life, his secrets...I was finally going to know Vincent Chadwick's secret....