Chapter 65 - Emily

**EMILY**

It was a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. That’s why Emily had decided to wear her blue pantsuit. Since it looked a little too severe, she had just brushed her hair carefully this time and wore it down. This gave her a mixture of feminine softness and masculine severity. Hopefully Alexander would like it.

She stood at the fountain in front of the mall and watched some children laughing and running around it. A girl of maybe three was splashing around in the water with glee. There was no sign of her mother. She was either shopping happily or sitting at one of the tables in the ice cream parlor from where she could see the whole square.

It was ten o’clock, but Alexander was nowhere to be seen. “Where can he be?” she muttered. Then she turned and looked at the large square. Couples strolled by. A few cyclists passed her at a leisurely pace. Mothers with children licking ice cream crossed the square. But no Alexander far and wide.

Thoughtfully, she pulled a strand forward and twisted it between her fingers. Emily felt out of place. Not only because she was standing in front of a shopping mall on a Saturday morning, but also because she wore her hair down. It made her feel weak. Her shoes didn’t help either, because she had chosen flat pumps. She didn’t know what Alexander had planned and she wanted to be prepared for anything, including long walks.

She waited a few more minutes, then went to the ice cream parlor and sat down at a table. From here she could still see the square and drink her coffee in peace. Why should she stand around and wait? Since Alexander Fitzpatrick had always been punctual, he probably wouldn’t be coming today. Perhaps he was still on a business trip. Although it had been very difficult for her, she hadn’t checked in with the company. She hadn’t asked the CEO about the past, so why should she start now? No one suspected that she was the unknown new girlfriend.

A café worker approached her and she ordered a coffee. Sighing, she took her smartphone out of her handbag, even though she had no hope of finding a message on it. Alexander didn’t have her number. Oliver hadn’t contacted her since her angry appearance at his company on Tuesday, where she had thrown the costume on his desk in front of his stunned business partner.

In fact, she hadn’t received a message. She sighed and put the device back in her bag.

When her coffee was brought, Alexander still hadn’t shown up. That was it then. She took a sip and sighed again. She should be happy that she was finally out of the contract. No more meetings with her boss. No more trouble with this strange agency. She could concentrate on her work again without that tingling feeling in her stomach and between her legs. The short, hard ride in the car would be remembered as a unique adventure, just as she had to forget the wild, greedy kisses.

She sighed again as she sipped her coffee. Why did she not feel relieved, but boundlessly disappointed? She had realized that he was gay and that he would never be able to satisfy her sexual desires. So why did she regret that he had not come? She didn’t know. But she did.

She sadly emptied the cup and paid. Then she got up and walked one last time across the square to the fountain. Only now did she notice a man standing there, looking around searchingly. When he noticed her, he frowned. Finally, he approached her and asked, “Ms. Emily Saron?”

“Yes.” She was irritated that he knew her name.

“Mr. Fitzpatrick has already told me that you are always a little late. Would you follow me, please? He has changed his plans for today.”

“Where are you taking me?” She asked, not moving.

“Mr. Fitzpatrick wants to take you to see a castle.”

“A castle?” Emily looked at the driver in surprise. Where would there be a castle here in Los Angeles?

“Yes, Ms. Saron, a castle.”

Surprised, but also curious, she followed the driver and let the door open. But if she thought she would be alone in the limousine, she was wrong - Alexander looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re late as usual, my dear. We need to work on that.”

“I’m not late, my dear,” she replied, a little annoyed. “I went to the cafe five minutes after the appointment and ordered something. Since you excel at punctuality, I assumed you would not show up.”

He quickly raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, then along her chin and finally across her parted lips. “Relax, Emily. Just let yourself go. It won’t hurt so much.” His words were soft and seductive, dark and persuasive. It took her a moment to catch their meaning.

“What won’t hurt so much?” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously and pulled her face away from his hands.

“The punishment. When I spank your bottom as soon as we leave the protective city.” He said it without hesitation, in a steady voice.

“Excuse me?” She stared at him in disbelief. She must have misheard him. There was no way he would ever hit her; it was inhumane - and yet she felt a flutter in her stomach and a longing tingle between her legs.

“Please fasten your seat belt, dear, otherwise we can’t go. And you long for my strong hand, don’t you?”

She licked her lips nervously. This was probably the time for her to say no and get out. Instead, she reached for the seatbelt and fastened it. “Yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick, I long to be punished by your mighty hand.”

“Have you masturbated in the past week? Have you thought longingly of me and played with yourself?” His eyes seemed to pierce her and his words dripped like honey into her greedy little mouth. Oh God, she wanted more than just his beautiful voice. The aura of power he radiated made her quiver inside. Why did he have to go for men? It wasn’t fair!

“Yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick, I couldn’t help myself,” she admitted, lowering her eyes in shame. He unbuckled his seat belt, slid into the seat next to her and grabbed her by the neck. Then he pressed his mouth to hers, forcing her lips apart with his tongue. She barely noticed his free hand unbuttoning her jacket. His tongue penetrated deep into her and she responded to his tongue play with a moan.

“Alexander, oh God, yes!” she moaned eagerly and pressed his hand to her breast. He kneaded the soft fullness through her blouse, and soon her hard nipple was facing him. But, as so often, he abruptly released her and retreated to his corner to buckle up.

“Emily, you are an absolutely hot, sex-crazed woman. You shouldn’t be ashamed of your desires.”

Confused, she looked at him. Once again he had made her greedy and weak-willed with just a few touches and she hadn’t even tried to resist. She would have liked to tear off her clothes, unzip his pants and sit on his hard cock without his permission. Why could he give his seed to men, but only excitement to her? It was so unfair!

“I’m only like that with you,” she muttered. “You can ask Oliver Daron. To him I am a tough, cold-blooded woman and not at all passionate or driven.”

“Does he think that? Or do you think he thinks that?” Alexander held out his arm and stroked her cheek gently again. “Think about the dress. Would a man send such a dress to a passionless woman?”

Emily pulled her face away and glared. “It’s because I’m cold in his eyes that he sent it to me. He’s trying to win me over. I realized too late that he thinks he can only get to me if you’re out of the picture.”

“Oliver wants you?” Alexander’s eyes narrowed in anger. “Have you given him hope? Maybe I should ask how many times he satisfied you and played with you!”

“Ohhh!” Emily glared at him angrily. “How dare you!”

She searched for the intercom button. But with so many buttons, she didn’t know which one it could be. “Make your driver stop! I want to get out now.”

“No, my little one,” Alexander hissed. “I’m not just going to let you go! To hell with your feelings! I’ve been far too lenient with you. You desperately need a beating!”

“No,” she screamed. “You’re not going to hit me! How dare you say I’m fucking Oliver when you indulge in exquisite fucking after every time we meet!”

Even as she spoke the words, she felt his hard grip on her neck. His icy gaze penetrated deep into her soul. She shivered and fear flooded every cell in her body. What was he going to do to her?