Victoria's Two Hearts

Victoria's Two hearts: Chapter One

Victoria walked up to the apartment building nervous. She knew that when she decided to go down this venture eventually it would bring her to a situation like this. She took a deep breath.

Everything is in my control. I don't like anything he says I can leave, no questions asked.

She walked up to the building and knocked on apartment 1212. She waited, then the lock turned. The door opened and he was standing there. He was more masculine and overpowering in person. It made her stomach flutter in excitement and worry. He looked her up and down casually. She had followed the instructions he had given her. She had done her make up, lashes and all. She had dressed casual, high waisted jeans and a long sleeve crop top that barely exposed her midsection when she moved, sexy but not slutty. She had on her black leather jacket as it was only supposed to be in the fifties all day. Her dark red hair was down, falling to her breasts. He seemed pleased with what he saw and opened the door wider to let her in. She looked around the apartment. It was a higher end apartment and she could tell that he had roommates. Her stomach jumped a little as the door closed behind her.

"You can sit on the couch. My roommates are out so we are alone. Do you want anything to drink?"

"Sure, anything is fine."

She walked over and sat down on the couch. The apartment was sparsely decorated. She could definitely tell that boys lived here. A few moments later he walked over with her drink.

"It's lemonade."

"Perfect, thank you."

She took a sip, unsure and uneasy about how to start. She hadn't come over for anything more than to just talk. At least that's what his message had said.

I want to meet you in person to talk. To set ground rules.

He stayed quiet sitting in the chair next to the couch just watching her. She could see a dark heat in his eyes. She decided to be brave and talk first.

"So... ground rules." He nodded and she continued. "I don't talk about my personal life. I don't come over just to hang out because you are bored. There are no emotions involved. I don't need nor want a relationship other than what we have already lined out. I am almost game to try anything. No marks above my shoulders or below my elbows, redness around my wrists excluded understandably. But nothing that will be there the next day. Oh, and absolutely no hickies." She paused for a moment. "What do you want me to call you while I am here? Do you have any questions for me?"

"Sir will be fine. So, you're married."

He nodded his head to her ring but he already knew. It was one of the first things she told him after they started talking more seriously. Some guys got very weird about it and if this arrangement was going to work then she wanted to be transparent.

"Yes, he knows. He has looked at your profile and some of our conversations. We have our own set of rules for this arrangement but they are not important for you to know. You are not some secret affair but my husband never wants to meet you. Only request is that you always wear a condom."

"Are there others?"

"Others?"

"Other men you are sleeping with?"

"No! I'm not some slut just looking to get laid because I watched fifty shades of grey and I want to get fucked. For me this would be just a platonic sexual partnership. Two people scratching the same itch. If you want to sleep with other women I would just like to know to keep my," She gestured to her lower body. "self safe."

"Understood. We should talk about rules because you just broke one. Rule one: don't cuss around me. Rule two: don't wear your wedding ring. I have roommates who may see you and I don't want to deal with having to explain anything. How old are you?