Bought for Revenge

MISS CONTENTFUL (Past)

“Love is a friendship that has caught on fire.” – Ann Landers

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

The place was hot.

The Co-operative Republic of Guyana only had two seasons: a wet one and a dry one. The country was currently experiencing a very dry season. The days were long, the sun blazing hot. Ranveer’s air conditioning unit was on the fritz. So they were forced to utilize the lackluster breeze the fan provided, at least until the technician came out to fix it.

Monique was a contented soul and an all-around laid back person, so she enjoyed it. Ranveer, on the other hand, not so much. He came from an affluent family and was accustomed to the finer things in life. Having to stay in an apartment with a broken air conditioning unit was not his idea of a good time.

He ran a hand over the dark beard he’d been growing since he had forgotten to shave a few months back and Monique had mentioned she enjoyed the way it felt against her skin. His mother was not too pleased with what she considered to be his unkempt appearance. She’d asked him on numerous occasions to cut it off. But since she wasn’t the one he was sleeping with, he vetoed that request.

Ranveer allowed his eyes to roam over his girlfriend in quiet appreciation. Her ebony skin glistened with damp heat, and her thick, natural hair had been thrown into two haphazard, chunky cornrows that reached midway down her back. It wasn’t the most glamorous look, but he still felt himself go instantly hard, envisioning taking each of her bountiful breasts, which were beaded with sweat, into his mouth and lavishing them with the attention they deserved.

Though they’d been dating for just over two years and living together for almost five months, he could barely believe she belonged to him. He couldn’t believe that this gorgeous, intelligent and caring woman had chosen him, despite his uninspiring grades and lackadaisical attitude towards life in general.

He was born into wealth, and didn’t need to work a day in his life. The only reason he was at university was because his parents felt a college degree would look good on his resume and boost the overall good name of the family. It would strengthen their respectability and lend credibility to their numerous business ventures. Or so his mother argued.

He would be the first member of the Seecharran family to acquire a tertiary education.

Since meeting Monique, his attitude towards his studies had gradually changed. She made him feel smart… worthy. She made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

As if sensing his gaze on her, her own eyes popped open and she revealed that gorgeous smile of hers, the one that always stopped his heart.

“Hey, baby,” she said, her sexy voice sending chills up his spine. “When did you get out of the shower? I didn’t hear you come out. I was planning on joining you but got distracted enjoying the cool breeze.”

“I got out about five minutes ago and was just standing here admiring your beauty,” he said, moving his six-foot-three frame to stand closer to the edge of the bed.

Ranveer wanted badly to join her on the bed and have a repeat of their earlier tumble, but he still had to get his daily run in and another shower before he had to meet with his father. They were going to discuss his transition into the role of CEO of his family’s (legitimate) business – a chain of gas stations littered throughout the country. He had worked hard to convince his parents to hand the business over to him before he was married. He’d argued it was best for him to get a feel for that before he undertook any major life-changing role, that being that of a husband. He neglected to mention he wanted to secure his future before he sprung Monique on them. So he didn’t want to undo his hard work by showing up late.

However, she made it hard for him to stay focused on his plans for the day when she looked up at him with a sexy grin and asked, “Are you sure going for that run is the only way for you to get your daily exercise? Because I can think of at least one other way that would be more enjoyable.”

That gave him a moment of pause. Having grown up the heir of the Seecharran crime family, there were few instances where he went without or had to stop himself from giving in to temptation and simply not just taking what he wanted. With Monique, it was like he was undergoing a personality change. She made him more considerate of others and their feelings – well at least, more considerate of her and her feelings. He didn’t much care about anyone else.

“Ranvi?”

He came back to the present with a jerk. Only his Monique got away with calling him by a nickname and a girly sounding name at that. No one else would dare. His size, wealth, power and general demeanor didn’t invite joking or teasing of any kind from most people. But from the moment he’d met Monique, she’d displayed a knack for standing up to him, crossing him on certain things, and somehow getting away with it.

“What were you thinking about?” she asked.

He pushed thoughts of his criminal background and family problems to the back of his mind. “I am thinking I really want to take you up on your offer, but I shouldn’t. I can’t be late for my meeting with my father,” he said.

“Okay,” she replied with a smile on her pretty face. “That’s one of the things I love about you – your commitment, your dedication and your discipline. You are so disciplined about your exercise regime. I so envy you. Not enough to get up off my fat ass and join you, mind you. But I do admire you, nonetheless.”

“Monique, your ass is not fat. It’s thick. You have a plump ass – a huge difference. Besides, it’s just the right size for me to grip when I pound into your warm moist flesh.”

“No need to get me all hot and bothered if you’re just going to leave me in this state without doing anything about it,” she remarked. “The place is hot as it is.”

“I’m sorry you have to suffer in this heat babe. I’ll give the technician another call. If he doesn’t show up today, I’ll pay his office a visit and insist on his prompt response. I can’t have my lady love in this sweltering heat.”

"My mother and most of my family, not to mention my entire neighborhood, would consider this place a palace. At least you have air conditioning, even if it’s not currently working. Us, regular folks have to be content with fans and natural breeze.”

That was Monique’s answer to everything meager in her life, to be thankful for small mercies. She always tended to look on the bright side of life by acknowledging that she had it better than most.