BETWEEN Soph and Abs

Chapter 8

"I don't like no for an answer." He begins. 

"But what if I don't wanna do it?" I ask slowly, playing with my hair a bit. Oh God, he makes me nervous. 

"That's why I paid you a lot, Abigail." He looks at me as if he wants to eat me. 

"Are-are you going to do the-the things in the err the erm the list? The-the limit list?" Maybe I stutter a bit. Maybe. 

He smiles, but the smile doesn't warm my heart. It freaks me out. 

"No, I won't force you. We'll do as per what we agreed." I sigh in relief. I am soooo not ready to call him Daddy or being spanked as punishment or being tied to the ceiling. I don't want to be your chandelier. 

"Mr Sinclair, may I know why you deposited 10 thousands to my account? I thought we agreed 4?" I've been wanting to know why he gives me more. If we're staying within the limit, and he even gives me a car for-God-sake, why would there be an extra of 6 thousands? 

"Is it the full payment? 4 thousands a month meaning 1 thousand a week. But we are only doing this for 9 weeks since we skip the first week of the month so, 9 weeks equal 9 thousands. There's still one thousand extra." I've been doing the math too but it doesn't add up. So why?

He seems amused by my calculation, "No, that's the first month payment, not full payment."

"Then why?"

"I can see during the first meeting you're still deciding if you want to do this with me. Perhaps that's my way to persuade you. I guess it works since you're here now." No, you worked. Your money comes second. 

He glances his wrist watch and stands up, "I'll show you your room." 

I put my glass back on the coffee table and grab my tote bag. We walk down the hall straight to the first door on our right. 

"There are 3 guest rooms but I suggest you take this one since it's the biggest. My home office and gym are there," he signals to the doors at the end of the hall. 

"You can get settled first. I'm going out tonight so I'll see you tomorrow morning." What? What do you mean I'll see you tomorrow morning? I thought we're spending our first night together tonight?

"You can watch tv if you want. I have cable, netflix, help yourself with the drinks and snacks." I don't wanna watch tv. I wanna watch you. 

"You're limited to the first floor only. Please don't go upstairs unless I permit you so. Do you think you can do it, Abigail?" He's treating me like a child. Why yes, daddy. I won't go upstairs. 

"You can just call me Abby." 

"I prefer Abigail." 

Well, I prefer Sophie. 

"If you need anything, you just call the guard house. The intercom is by the front door. Just press 0 to get through."

"Can't I just call you instead?" I don't have your number. You don't have mine too. 

He seems to be taken aback by my enquiry. It's just a simple question? It's totally reasonable for us to exchange numbers right? 

Text 1: Abigail, I want you spread wide when I get home.

Text 2: Abigail, leave the table in 5 minutes and go to the restroom. Meet me there.

Text 3: Show daddy the proof. 

I gulp imagining all the scenes playing in my dirty head. No, no, no Sophie. No. 

"I'll call them if I need anything." I quickly say remembering his rule just now. Don't question so many things, Sophie. It's only your first night and you're already asking? 

"Alright. Good night, Abigail." Where is he going? Out for drinks with friends? Or an event? Family gathering? Stop it Sophie, stop! It's none of your business. Take your money and shut up. 

"Good night, Mr Sinclair."