"Should we celebrate" teased José as he removed a fresh tray of chocolate chip cookies from the oven.
I wasn't a bit surprise by my best friend's unequivocal comment at my inauspicious circumstance. Jose always found a reason to drink, umm I mean celebrate though matter how exiguous.
I rolled my eyes at him as he past me sulking at the breakfast bar, palms prop under my chin, wearing my pink pajamas. He looked sexy in his white shirt, red aporn, his long slender arms stretching for a plate on the top shelf.
José had come over almost immediately when I had phone him and told him I needed a shoulder to cry on, that things had gotten much worse between Mr Casarro and I.
"So what is he like?" placing the cookies and a glass of milk before me.I struggled to answer, I didn't know what to say, nibbling a chocolate chip. My mother resting comfortably under the watchful eyes of Mrs Kent her private nurse.
"Let's just say I would be gald if I don't see him again"
"I could loan you two he might accept that"
I huff "He wants all"
Thirty five million
My home is worth a cool million nothing more. Even if I give him everything I own it still wouldn't be enough. I would still will be indebted.
I abhor that ugly word
Indebted
"Jeez Emily I am sorry" patting my shoulder, pulling a teakwood chair, taking a seat and a sip of wine.
"How is Alley? Have you spoken to her?" keen on changing the subject."Nope she still is not answering her phone "
I frown Alley is strong, charismatic, unyielding, beautiful and doesn't cry easily like I would yet she broke down within minutes of their first meeting. This made me even more fearful of Mr Dark and Dangerous.
Men like Carsarro dated and bedded many women, he broke hearts never looking back. He was sophisticated, smooth with dark lustrous eye.
My destiny already written from the moment my dad shook hands with the devil and on the day of his death that was the last day of my freedom.
"So you are going to marry him" stuffing a cookie in his mouth.
I would marry you if you weren't my dearest friend admiring his lean built and grey eyes. Jose is absolutely gorgeous on any given day of his life. I have always fantasize about us been in a relationship but I could never cross that threshold, he meant too much to me as a friend."Nope I don't want to marry him but I don't mine going to bed with him, I bet he is awesome " with all his limits, safeword, sexy Dom self. Plus he wasn't faze by my missing boobs.
"Emily you are a strong, courageous, sexy woman. I could see why he wants to marry you."
I wrinkled my nose at him in need of something stronger than milk but drinking hours before our meeting is a bad idea. It would leave me with my guard down making me vulnerable draining my glass.
My thoughts wondering on what I should wear for our first date, my belly fluttering yet at the same time I close my eyes struggling to clamp down a flare of annoyance by the whole situation.With a shaky inhalation I stood up dusting the crumbs off my pants.
"José would you mine helping me find something to wear?"
Moments later
"Dark or colorful" holding up two dresses in front of me. Jose looked amazingly serious sitting cross leg on my bed.
"You don't have to go out with that jerk Emily. Give me sometime and I would see what I could do"
"It's only dinner. But how much time do you really need?"
If anyone can help me it's Jose, he owns a small computer software company. I could stall him ensnare him in a sexual web until Jose comes up with the money. I have seen Alley manipulate the opposite sex hundreds of times. How hard can this be?
"That's a lot of money Emily I need time a month or two"My mouth twisting ruefully"Thanks love"
"So what happened after he kiss you"
I could sense a hint of jealousy in his tone. Alley was right we were spending to much time together since Jethro and I broke up but Jose has been a beacon of hope, a shoulder to cry on and when I was lean on money he would help me out with the bills.
I shrugged"Nothing"
I gived him only bits and pieces of the story leaving out dom, bdsm, safewords and limits still not understanding any of it.
"Nothing?"
"I ran out" leaving him and my hand bag behind. He could have taken all the money in the cash register for all I care, taking out a necklace from my jewelry box it will complement my outfit nicely.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. I check on my mother twice, wanting to update her about the situation but at the same time I didn't want to disturb her, the pain much easier for her to bare today.Karen was suffering due to her lack of concern about her health. Despite my urgent pleads to have a pap smear test done, she brushed me off always promising to have it done tomorrow and the next day, living her life as if there was no tomorrow since Raymond passed away. I guess it was just her way of dealing with the grief, now here she was wasting away her body riddled in pain.
When Jose left I was edgy and filled with restless energy. I could still feel the pull of him touching my lips and chest. I was flawed damaged yet he saw through my imperfection, my disfigurement and it scared the hell out of me.
"Enough" I scolded myself tendering to my daily duties until my hour of cataclysm.

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Indebted
RomanceEmily Cote was indebted to Nickolai Carsarro. A ten million debt she couldn't afford to repay, a debt she inherited on the passing of her father. Emily was no longer free, her life controlled and owned by another until all debts are paid.