Indebted

Chapter three

I saunter down the corridor in no hurry to get back to work. My staff left me with a feeling of assurity that my customers are well taken care of.

Three bewitching waitresses, who could charm the socks off the male clients even some females that frequent the bar. Batting their long eyelashes or simply asking how their day was at the office went a long way; before they knew it they were ordering the most expensive drinks on the menu. Katie, Ashely and Mia are amazing.

Then there is Jerry he is one fantastic bartender, who has been with us since the begining. His skills and expertises are priceless and there is Logan the newest addition to the closeknit family here at Cote bar and lounge. He stood at the entrance looking smart in his black suit, head shaven. He wore shades even though he was indoors, his eyes keenly scoping the entire area quelling any fears that I may have.
Okay Emily relax Logan was here to man handle Mr Casarro should things get to hot for you to handle alone.

But still I doubt wearily that he was any match for that brute sitting in my office presumably scrutinizing the documents on my desk.

Bastard should just leave just disappear like fallen snow forgetting this nasty issue about money, marriage and sex. Exhaling sharply I snag a wash cloth tending to the dirty beer glasses.

12am

Four more hours to go before I close my establishment for the evening.

"Are you okay Emily?" inquired Alley blowing a strand of hair from in front her face, her bright green eyes darting Back and forth from me to my closed office door.

"Is he still here?" prodding me in the rib trying to gain my attention.
Alley is my best friend and town slut if putting it so lightly, her whorish dress much to short that she doesn't have to bend over for everyone to know that she wore no panties. She wanted Nickolai in fact she wanted any man she could lay her claws on.

"Can I go in and say hi" her eyes pleading, her breasts spilling over the deep v cut in her dress.

"Sure knock yourself out" hopefully she may nab his interest with her seductive and provocative charms causing him to forget about me.

Turning on her ridiculously high heels she headed to my office. She barely stayed ten mintues before she ran out the room in tears. Nickolai stood at the doorway taking a sip of coffee from my mug, rivetting my air.
I loath this man more than any other man I have ever met. My life a doggone since my father introduced me to him eight months ago just two months before his death. Now I am wishing it was he who had kicked the bucket taking his percious document with him.

If anyone asked me what terrified me the most I would say cockroaches, rats, frogs the list endless but now only one word that stole my breath

Indebted

My eyes widening drinking him in, my husband

I scoff at the mere idea, at the very thought. He would see hell with me, it wasn't going to be an easy ride.

But first I had to see this evidence of a promised marriage my father made to this Cold hearted, barbaric monster in human form.

I also needed to speak to my lawyers to asset it's legal standings.

My heart clawing in my chest.

He wouldn't make such a wild declaration if it wasn't concordant with facts.

Time moved much too quickly soon everyone left and I was alone with the brute and a dirty bar to clean. He dismissed everyone leaving curious glares and raised eyebrows while I took a seat rubbing my leg wincing in pain, my pain killers tucked away in my hand bag which was in my office.

"Here" extending his hand, in his palm lay two painkillers

"Take it, it will help with the pain" handing me a glass of water to wash it down.
"Thanks" handing him back the glass which he rested on a table close by.

"You have pretty eyes Emily"

I like the way my name rolls off his tongue.

"Are you alright " his voice raspy making my stomach flutter, it brought on thoughts of sex.

I responded with a guesture of the head beaten physically by my thoughts.

"What does dom mean?" ever since he said it he left me puzzled, mystified along with vanilla sex and safe word.

"It means a domaint person in a bdsm relationship"

"O-oh" I spit out still confused

"What's bdsm?" tugging at the fabric of my blouse nervously never meeting his gaze.

"Bdsm means Bondage and Discipline Sadism and Masochism Emily" my heart hammering
"Are you into that kiny stuff Nickolai?" hands shaking at the use of his name out loud.

"Yes very much so and you would be to given time and proper training" lifting my chin with his thumb his eyes way to dark. I have never seen eyes like that before but then I have never met a man like Nickolai before.

But I doubt I would like bdsm sex, taking a deep breath then another still unable to speak.

"Do you remember your safe word little one"

Safe word safe word racking my brains.

"Violet" I whispered

"Very good" trailing a finger down my face. His warm finger matching my heated skin.

"Take off your blouse"

I shook my head wildly hugging myself no way, he would laugh I couldn't bare it. After losing my breast to cancer I had gone on my journey to celibacy, I couldn't deal with another Jethro. My broken heart now mended after months of therapy with Dr Flemming.
Tears swelling

"Please" my heart fainting.

I was no longer lovely, my body bore too many scars, from the many battles I had fought and won, my chest swelling with pride.