The British Billionaire

12: The Deal

Sorry I haven't updated for a long time. I lost my notebook which contained this chapter and so I had a hard time reminiscing that scene. I think this chap is a bit short but the real chap will be the next and I'm looking forward to it ;)

Again I'm so sorry to all of you guys. I'll try to update more this year. Especially since I'm really feeling like updating most of the time now :D

A bit long author's note at the end!

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"I want you to be my submissive." Alexander says directly. I have at him in shock.

Just like that.

Just like fucking that.

No muss. No fuss. He just says those little words like its the most normal thing in the world. He doesn't even flinch. His face blank and normal like its no big deal if I shriek in incredulity or not.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? Because it's not funny." I warned with steely eyes.

"I'm not kidding." He says, his voice impassive.

I shake my head and divert my eyes away from his. When I look back he looks the same, so damn serious like this is a fucking business deal.

"No." I replied, incredulously.

"Why?" He asks calmly.

"Because, because it's not right. We just met, then you come here stalking me like it's the normal thing to do. And then you give me all these fucking expensive gifts like they're just a penny, so easily acquired." I shook my head in the weirdness of this all. "And I'm still 18." I cleared.

"So? You're old enough."

"I'm old enough?!? Are you kidding? I know I'm old enough. I just fucking became 18 today. What you're asking me is what something mature people do and I'm telling you I'm not one of them. If everything you gave me is just a part of your plan of making me your sex toy then I'll gladly return them all at your dispersal."

In making a point, I step back inside leaving the door open and making my way to my room to grab the phone he just gave me.

"Stop." He ordered. I slowly turned around and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What?" I replied stubbornly.

"No need. It's fine if you don't want to."

"No. If this is some part of your-"

"Plan, I know. It's not, I promise you. I'm sorry if I hit a spot. I just thought that you would be perfect-"

"What? A perfect what? A perfect slut?!?" I spat.

Shock is evident on Alexander's face then hastily shakes his head. "Never. You were never a slut. But I know you want this. You want me."

I take a step back. He's right. That's what's running in my mind. He's so fucking right. I want him so much especially after the stunt we pulled this morning. He makes me feel things. Things that are so...... different. Good different.

"What if I don't?" I held my chin up in emphasis, but we both know I have nothing to prove.

"You do." He says, his voice unwavering and without uncertainty.

I blink a few times. "Fine. I do. So what? I don't want to be your slut."

He steps forward. "I don't want you to be my slut. I want you to be at my dispersal at all times. In pleasure and in pain."