His possession

chaper 23

"What if I'm never ready?"
He hoped she could begin to trust him soon.
"I'll still be here. No matter what happens. I'll always love you." jalal meant every word. Nothing would keep him away from her. Nothing. Her hands moved over his, playing with his fingers. "I can't, not now. Maybe one day soon."
"That's all I need, baby."
He kissed her cheek and stared ahead at the fake fire. For years he'd wanted a real fire, but his father had replaced it with an expensive fake fire which looked like a real one. He stared at the glass reflecting their intertwined bodies.
A tear slid from her eye and down to the carpet. The tear felt like a punch to his gut. Inside selena was so many secrets, and he wanted to uncover every one. He hated being in the dark.
Selena dreams came to her every night, and he held her through them.
What could be so awful she was so afraid to tell him?
Closing his eyes, he counted to ten before opening them again. She lay in the same position.
"I got a call earlier," he said in an attempt to change the subject.
"Was it important?"
"Yes. We've been invited to go to my club, Possession."
"Possession?" she asked.
Smiling, jalal squeezed her waist. "Yes. I've got to tell you a little information about it before we leave tonight."
"Is this the club you disappeared to the other night?"
"Yes. It's an exclusive club. Only men with money can afford to get admittance."
"What about women?"
"That's the reason for the club. It's an exclusive gentlemen's club. No exceptions."
"Why do I have to go?"
"Because we've been invited by the owner, who happens to be a very dear friend of mine. I'm going to tell you a bit about my family and the club, and I need you to be quiet while I do."
"Okay."
"I come from a long line of possessive men. We love our women, and it's in our blood that they become our whole world. This is probably true for most men, but for a select few it can consume them. We feel as if we can't go on without knowing everything about our woman. To a certain point we begin to own you." jalal stopped. Each word sounded worse than the last.
"You're a select club who can't bear to think of your woman with another man, and so in order for you to be around like- minded men, you go to a club called Possession," selena said.
"Yes."
"Do you nickname yourselves 'The Owners'?" she asked with a giggle.
"Yes." Her giggling stopped. "What I just said applies to you. I feel as if I own you. I want to posses you and be everything to you."
She didn't say a word.
"selena, will you come with me tonight?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
"No one denies a request from Stephen."
"Then I guess I'm going."
****
Selena glanced at the dress on the bed. Cadeon had said he would leave her something out which would be appropriate for the evening. After he'd explained about the club, he'd made Anne stayed away, leaving
them to their privacy. She picked up the small red dress. The waist looked too tiny for her to fit into. When she checked the label, she noticed it was in her plus size.
Selena walked to the mirror, settling the bra in place as she pushed it up and threatened to overspill the cups. Her stomach wasn't flat and stuck out a little. Her legs were on the larger side of being nice. What did jalal like about her?
Pulling the dress over her head, she cried out. The zipper would need his assistance. Jalal walked up behind her making her jump.
"You look gorgeous," he said.
Lost in her own little world, she hadn't heard him walk up behind her.
"Could you do my zipper?"
"With pleasure."
She sucked in her stomach, worried in case she would be in for a fight to get the dress fastened. The zipper went up smoothly without any problems.
"Red really suits you." but i don't like wearing this type of ...
"I like the cloth on you. You can keep it on or wear nothing at all." She'd rather have something on than
"Can we stay in?" she asked.
"Not tonight, but remember as you're in the club tonight all I'll want to do is be with you."
Selena nodded her head and watched him leave the room. Most women would be terrified by what he'd admitted down in his office. She felt relief and a sense of belonging. Jalal wanted to own her. To be with her. From the past where she grew up being alone or afraid in case someone else found out about her, she couldn't find anything but love for him. Jalal was a wealthy man who wanted to possess her. Who would do anything for her. Staring at her reflection in the mirror she resented her past.
The shame she felt being a girl of shame. Selena knew her mother was doing her best to try to help her, but she could have placed her in adoption or done anything. No child should be made to grow up fearing every sound in case of discovery.
Brushing her hair and applying a small amount of make-up, she was ready to leave. Staring at the reflection in the mirror she hoped she wouldn't embarrass him. She loved him. The way she felt had become clearer to him in the last few days than anything else. Her mother did love her. She knew that. She loved her back. But her only parent was gone. Jalal was her future, and maybe someday soon she could tell him about her past.
Moving out of the room, she went to jalal. The rest of her life was all that mattered.

Selena stared at the big, dominating house in front of her. This was the club jalal had told her about. Rubbing her hands together to try to ease the nerves was not helping. She felt open and exposed. Her time with jalal had been the best moments of her life. He was possessive, attentive, and made
her feel loved.