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27. Later

Months have passed since I lost my mother and the baby. When Stephen found out, he went into his own terrible zone.

I had only seen him around three times since.

Being with Mr. James helped me a lot. He distracted me by treating me like a normal person. I even started to organise some of his appointments. He said that the work would do me well.

I seeked comfort in him and day by day, I felt less sad. I would only realise my real loss once I returned home because in the James home I did not have any memories with my mother.

Stephen was unstable and definitely not ready to see me in any way. I was unsure whether he solemnly blamed me for the loss of the baby.

I tried to keep it... I wanted to make them happy. But my emotional state was too stressful for the baby.

It killed me to see Stephen lose his child. He had wished for it to be his anchor.

I had ruined everything. Yet Mr. James still made me feel like home. He told me he loved me every day.

I was getting very close to replying the words to him.

We were in Mr. James' room. He was showing me his clothes, and I was sitting on his bed. I was helping him decide which suit fit him better for a future business meeting with the mayor of our city. His city. I was an 'order' to the mayor.

"Stella, I am not going to wear a pink tie," he chuckled. I was teasing him. I knew he hated anything that was on the right side of the colour wheel.

"Please, Mr. James," I said in a high-pitched voice and I fluttered my eyelashes at him. It made me sound like a little girl. "Show me how you look in a pink tie. Pretty please, Mr. James."

He took the pink tie in his hands and stepped onto the bed next to me.

"You never stopped calling me 'Mr. James'," he stated. I moved my hands to his, examining the pink tie. My eyes were fixated on the tie. I felt embarassed to look up in that moment. "May I know why?"

I stayed silent and continued 'playing' with the tie in his hands. Oh, it was definitely expensive material.

"Where are your manners, Stella? I asked you a question." He quickly added, "I thought we were past the point of you feeling uncomfortable around me."

He would eventually find a way - a meanly unfair way - to get it out of me, so I just blurted it out myself, "What else should I call you? David? Stephen would have freaked out if I called you David. Even if that was on accident. It never crossed my mind to call you a different name. Mr. James felt so right." I still could not look him in the way. My cheeks were red. "For one second calling you 'daddy' crossed my mind."

"Why did you not do it?" he was breathing hard. Did he like the idea of me calling him 'daddy'?

"I was scared that it would slip out in front of Stephen. I really like him and I never wanted him to hate me." I confessed, "It felt hot thinking about it. Not that I would ever willingly do it. I associate weird things with that word."

For a second, I thought Mr. James - awesome, now I felt weird even thinking about him as 'Mr. James' - was going to explode, but then he calmly said, "You can call me David. I love you, Stella. We should be on first-name basis with each other."

"Okay, David," I let his first name slide over my tongue like butter. That just sounded weird. I know. Sorry. Not sorry.

I felt elated that I could call him David.

"Now you have done it." Excitement built inside of me. David pushed me higher on the bed and tied my hands with the pink tie to the headboard. Oh, he was going to do something. Then he tore my clothes off my body.

"David, is the 'being tied-up' part necessary?" I asked him in my sweetest voice.

"I thought you liked pink ties," he said as he took of his own clothes.

"I like them around your neck, not around my wrists." I admitted, "I feel uncomfortable in this position, it is like you are going to force yourself upon me."

He looked at me with big eyes and tied my hands off. The first thing I did with my free hands was pull him closer to me in a kiss.

"Thank you," I mumbled against his lips. Then I realised how n.aked we were. His bare body was all on mine.

Mr. James - David - reached for his bed drawer and took out a c.ondom.

That was the night he f.ucked me for the first time.