10

"Hello?"

"Mom! It's me. Bunny." She rushed out.

"Is this a new number? Sweety, where are you?" Her mother asked, concern laced her voice.

"Ah, yes, ma. It is a new number...For now. I am working. I went to Baxter's party last night and I met someone who wants give me a real job." She lied. "I am going to be out of town for a few days. I wanted to let you know that I am alright and not to worry. Do you need anything from me before I leave?" She hoped she didn't sound as nervous and scared as she felt right now.

Rome made her feel like life was unpredictable.

"The school keeps calling. They need this month's tuition for the girls. I thought you paid that already." Her mother fussed.

Bunny felt bad about constantly lying to her mom. "Um... yea. I still owe them a few grand. I was going to pay it off today...But ...Um...Yea, I forgot." She felt low after saying that.

"Is everything alright, sweetie? You don't sound ok. Is this about our conversation yesterday?" Her mother wondered.

"No. It's not, mom. I promise, I'm fine. I just... I can't talk right now. I have to go. I will take care of Lindsay and Lana's tuition soon. I love you. Kiss grandma for me."

"Alright, honey. Be safe. See you soon." Her mother said.

Bunny disconnected the call.

She hated lying to her mother. She put the phone in her lap and rested her head on the headrest of the leather seat.

She was terrified of him and he was taking her away. His very presence commanded attention. He oozed pure masculinity and she found herself captivated by his bad boy demeanor. He talked colorfully. She found herself always wanting to hear what he would say next.

She was going out of town with him. No one knew where she was or where she was going, including herself. It wasn't the safest of ideas, but lately her life hadn't been either. It had all been one survival decision after another. This one was no different to her.

She was surviving, and that was one thing she intended on doing for a very long time. She had been born with a platinum spoon in her mouth but her father still made her work hard. She took a deep steadying breath, and told herself she could do this as she got out of the car. He was standing there in his expensive designer suit. She stepped down from the vehicle.

He took her by the hand and together they got on the small private plane. Bunny felt her heart wildly beating as she ascended up the tiny metal stairs and was greeted by a pretty, brunette Flight Attendant.

"Welcome aboard." She greeted them both, her smile bright like the sun.

Bunny couldn't help but smile back. She felt gently Rome bump into her. His hard frame brushed up against her back. She almost jumped. She kept walking into the plane. She wanted to enjoy the moment, but she couldn't.

Rome made her feel uptight. She had to always be on guard with him. She heard the door closing and the planes engines come to life. She unconsciously put her hands on the armrests as they took off. She was flying into the unknown.

It was a scary place to think about traveling to. She said a silent prayer that she would be able to handle whatever came her way. She opened her eyes to the plane taking off and seeing Rome openly staring at her. He had no shame. His gaze spoke more than his words could ever. He wanted Bunny. Baxter be damned...

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They arrived at his seaside villa in Florida. She had fallen asleep on the plane. The bed inside of it was softer than the horrid one she slept on at the hotel she had been staying at. She hadn't been surprised at his villa and how beautiful and secluded it was. It was surrounded by lush, tropical plants and animals, while the picturesque scene of sapphire colored waters and golden sand pulled it all together.

She walked up the beach styled wooden porch behind him. He opened a sliding glass door and they entered inside of his home. It was spacious, with large vaulted ceilings and a stunning stucco staircase. She thought she saw what looked like a Picasso on one of the walls but she wasn't sure. She searched for it, found it and walked over to it.

"This looks like Picasso, but none of his work I've seen." She mentioned aloud.

"Ah, yes. That was given as a gift to my father on his birthday. He and Picasso were friends." He stated.

She was impressed.

"Come. There is more to see." He informed her.

He had been right about that. He showed her the kitchen. The dining room. The indoor greenhouse. The wine cellar and seven more rooms along with an indoor pool and sauna.

The patio had the hot tub. The last place to be shown was his bedroom. She knew it would eventually come down to this room. She had tried to steel herself against this and the illicit reaction it may trigger, but it didn't seem to matter. He affected her libido. She walked through the threshold with apprehension.

Would this be anything like last night? She saw her clothing in his closet neatly placed beside his.

"This is all really nice. Thank you, for letting me come." She said, half meaning the words.

It was a beautiful place, but she just didn't know him well enough to want to share it with him.

"You had no choice, remember." He teased.

"Yes, I do." She answered.

"And you still thank me?" He asked, curious now.

"Yes. " She stated.

"Explain yourself." He demanded.

"I think that it's beautiful here." She told him,"Who woulldn't?"

She had a point.

"Enjoy it. Warm weather. Ocean views." He told her.

"I see." She closed her eyes to the sunshine that poured in the large window.

He spoke low. "I want you. You don't have to want me, but I know we want the same thing."

"What do you mean?" She asked, caught off guard by his words.

He caught her attention.

"Tell me your desires and I'll bring them all to life, for just tonight, keep an open mind." He said.

She couldn't believe she was hearing him say those words to her. She didn't hear or feel a hint of irony in him. He was serious. He wanted her.

"Why?" She asked him.

"Let's just say, I deserve this."

She thought that was a very strange thing to say. He was so strange to her. She let his last remark slide. He stepped forward and slid his arm around her waist. It was a possessive gesture. He pulled her close to him. Her breasts were pressing up against his chest. His leg was in between hers. It was very intimate.

"Kiss me." He said to her.

"I...don't do that." She stated.

He looked at her and smiled.

"Oh right. I thought maybe..."

"You thought wrong. If you want to f*ck me or tie me up or whatever sick f*cking game you're into, do it, but I will not kiss you. That's too intimate. I won't be intimate with you or any other client. Got that? Like you said I'm a whore."

"Yes. You are. I almost forgot." He drolled.

"Well, shame on you." She quipped.

He smiled at her, then pushed her down on to the bed. She let out a gasp of surprise as she fell gently on the soft, expensive mattress. He towered over her now. She looked up at him. He reached down with his left hand and traced a line on her soft skin. From her lips to her womanhood. When he got there he lifted up her skirt and exposed her with no underwear.

He smiled at his fortune, pleased with his discovery. He looked at her then. No smile now, just raw, male, sexual hunger. She knew what he wanted and once he got it he would leave her alone. That's how they all were, she thought to herself.

She slowly opened her legs wide for him then. Exposing her shaven bare womanhood. It was glistening and ready for him.

"You are a such a liar." He told her.

His voice seemed strained as he worked at undoing his pants. He fumbled out of them lightly falling on top of her. He made sure not to crush her with his heavy, muscular frame. "You want me."

Bunny lay there looking up at him. She could no longer deny her attraction to him without seeming foolish, so she said nothing. Without warning Rome quickly flipped her over. She was on all fours. He rubbed her buttocks. She felt something warm and wet on her slit.

It was his mouth. His mouth was exquisite madness. She let out a cry of unknown pleasure, putting her hand behind herself to feel his head. She captured a handful of his hair. He moved his head up and down. Doing Wonderful things to her.

She was so overwhelmed with ecstasy that she couldn't stop shaking. Her excitement and pleasure mingled and climbed heights of sexual delights she hadn't experienced. He was so good at what he was doing. It was like he knew her inside and out literally. His tongue flicked until she felt herself orgasming in his mouth.