Chapter Five : Tied to her strings
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ROD’S POV
I sat on the bed, wondering if Leo would really convince her to come. Then, someone knocked lightly. I took long strides to the door and opened it ajar.
"Ana," I rasped.
She grabbed my hand and led me toward the small kitchenette, her movements loose like someone who had drank too much. Before I could process the shift, she hopped onto the cold marble island, her silk slip riding up to her hips. She pulled me into the V of her legs, her hands sliding into my hair and pulling my head back.
She leaned back, her spine arching over the marble, and pulled me down. My hands found the backs of her thighs, pulled her closer until there wasn't a breath of air between us.
"God, Ana... you're unbelievable," I gasped, my face buried in the crook of her neck wondering why she was so different tonight.
"Watch me," she breathe.
The kitchen was filled with the rhythmic thun of the fridge door as we collided against it, the clatter of silver spoons falling off the counter, and the raw, jagged sound of my own breath. I was losing my mind. Every time I tried to take the lead, she pushed me back, her eyes wide and dark, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
"Stay still," she warned.
"I can't... Ana, please..."
"I said stay still."
When the first wave hit me, I didn't just moan. I screamed her name, the sound echoing. She laughed a dark, triumphant sound and kissed me so hard.
Next, she dragged me toward the dining area, her steps slightly uneven. She swiped a decorative vase off the table, the glass shattering on the floor, and pushed me back against the wood. The table groaned under our weight.
"Is this what you wanted?" she challenged, her face flushed, her blonde hair a tangled mess across her shoulders. "Is this worth the triple rate, Rod?"
"It’s worth everything," I managed to choke out.
She moved quickly, almost violently . I watched her, mesmerized by the raw power she held over me.
The heat in the room was stifling. We moved again, stumbling toward the bathroom. She turned the shower on and pushed me into the stall, the hot water instantly drenching my hair and skin. She followed me in, her slip clinging to her body like a second skin, transparent and revealing. She pinned me against the wet tiles, her hands roaming over my chest, my stomach, everywhere.
"Look at me," she whispered, the water pouring over her face.
I looked. She looked ethereal. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her head falling back as the water poured over us. I held her as we collided in the steam.
"Rod!" she cried out, exhausted.
"Ana!"
I gripped the chrome handle of the shower so hard it nearly bent. I was drowning in the sound of her. We finally broke, sliding down the wet wall to the floor of the tub.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice a wreck.
She didn't answer. She just closed her eyes, a single tear escaping and mixing with the water on her cheek.
I stayed still, my breath shallow, watching her. Ana laid on the bed, the sheet tangled around her from her waist and exposing her bare back. I let my eyes wander over her, tracing every line on her. I wanted more of her, every weekend perhaps just to escape reality. I leaned closer, fascinated by how perfect she looked.
For the first time in years, I felt a genuine, quiet curiosity about a woman that had nothing to do with her price tag. Who was she when she wasn't being "professional"?
I sat up slowly, trying not to disturb the mattress. My body ached in places I’d forgotten existed. I picked up the room service menu from the nightstand. I wanted to see her eat. I wanted to see her sit in my oversized robe and look domestic for just an hour before Grandfather would summon me.
I dialed the kitchen. "Send up everything," I whispered into the receiver. "Fresh fruit, pastries, eggs, the strongest coffee you have. Double of everything. And hurry."
I hung up and turned back to her. She looked so peaceful, so far removed from the sharp-edged woman who had pinned my hands to the bed and told me I was hers. I felt a surge of possessive heat. I wanted to keep her here. It did not look like she performed an act, it looked real.
Ten minutes later, there was a soft, knock at the door.
"That was fast," I thought, pulling on my trousers and crossing the room. I swung the door open, a lazy, satisfied smile already forming on my face.
"I told you to hurry, but..."
The words died in my throat. It wasn't a waiter.
Velazi stood there, his hand raised as if to knock again. He was dressed in his black suit, his face pale, his eyes wide and frantic. He looked like he hadn't slept a second since he dropped me off.
"Sir," Velazi gasped, his voice tight. "Your grandfather is mad. He sent me to drag you out of here. We have to be in the hospital."
Velazi’s voice cut off abruptly. His gaze shifted, sliding past my bare shoulder into the dim light of the suite.
Behind me, Ana had sat up. The sheet had fallen to her waist as she rubbed her eyes, her hair a wild, almost-red mess around her face. She looked toward the door, squinting against the sudden hallway light.
"Rod?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "Who is it?"
I felt the air leave the room.
Velazi’s face went from pale to a ghostly, sickly white. His jaw dropped, and he took a stumbling step back, his eyes darting from Ana’s face to mine, then back to her. He looked like he was seeing a dead woman walking.
Ana froze. Her hand, which had been reaching for her slip on the floor, stopped mid-air. She stared at Velazi, and for a heartbeat, the silence was so loud it was deafening. Her eyes blew wide, a look of pure terror flooding her features.
"Velazi?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.
Velazi didn't look at me. He didn't look at the suite. He looked at Ana with a mix of horror and absolute betrayal.
"Ana?" Velazi choked out, his voice cracking. "What are you doing here?."
I looked at my driver, then at the woman in my bed. The ground beneath my feet felt like it had turned into water.
"You know her?" I asked, my voice dangerously low.
Velazi bit lower lip, his eyes never leaving Ana's. I stared back to Ana, noticing how she struggled to cover her half naked body; hating this situation I was in.
"You know each other?" I stuttered, even when the possibility was glaring.
"A little," Ana said absentmindedly as she pulled the sheets to cover herself.
Velazi looked bewildered yet he said he would wait outside. I turned back to Ana, confusion hitting me. She tactfully avoided my eyes, paying all attention to her clothing as she began to dress very slowly.
"You both know each other?" I jabbed out my chin at me, trying hard to appear uninterested.
"Yup."
"Really?"
She locked eyes with me and smirked, "I know a lot of men."
I nodded immediate; reality hitting me very quickly. She was a hooker, had been hooked up to a couple of men, for few notes, all kinds of men!
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