Lyra Parish - Weak for Him

Luke pulled me close to him, and told everyone, "This is the girl who inspired this painting. I owe its beauty to her."

I looked over and saw a large painting of a woman sitting on the railing with her head tilted against the wooden beam, looking sweet and pretty.

Redness covered my face as I remembered that exact moment in Texas on the porch. He had made my body look perfect in every way, from the slight curves of my legs to the birthmark on my right thigh. This, I realized, was really how Luke saw me that night, the night that we almost kissed on the porch.

Innocence, happiness, and pure love reflected in the soft hues of the moonbeams in the background. He added pastel-colored flowers to my hair. I was amazed at the detail of my eyelashes on my cheeks, and the strands of hair that danced in the breeze.

"It's beautiful," I whispered to him, and he grabbed my hand.

"You're beautiful."

Warm fuzzies burst inside of me.

The pleasure he gave me, the paintings, the warmth in his face and touch. An explosion of emotions for him filled me. Every detail uncovered a piece of Luke's puzzle, one that I wanted to put together.

I squeezed his hand back and leaned into him, and the crowd burst into applause. We looked like a normal, happy couple enjoying each other's company. Not a call girl and a man who just gave me the most intensive orgasm, ahem , orgasms of my life.

The people in the room didn't know about The Elite. They were men and women from Luke's business life, from the art world. A world I wanted to become a part of.

The night didn't end with a literal bang, but once it was over, Luke walked me to the door, and leaned against the frame.

"I thought we would, you know…" I whispered to him.

"Why rush, Jennifer? I want to experience us in Paris."

I gave him my best pouty lips.

He chuckled. "You're such a sex kitten."

I grabbed his chin and kissed him on the cheek, remembering how it felt to have his mouth on mine, and how he played with me on the balcony.

"Goodnight," he said, and then kissed me on the cheek.

As I walked away, he said, "Paris soon, babe."

Charlie opened the limo door, and I slid inside with the biggest smile on my face that instantly turned into a scowl.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" Finn sat with his arms crossed in the corner of the limo.

"I didn't know you were here. Where have you been all night?"

"With a lady friend, for a little while, and making business deals. And… you?"

He lifted an eyebrow, and I smiled at the thought of Luke on the balcony and the orgasms. The sweet, sensual, double orgasms.

"Around," I said.

"Really? I didn't really see you all night."

"What is this, Finn? Fifty fucking questions? Double jeopardy? What are you getting at?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Why are you on the defense? It's my job to ask where my Girls are at parties. We have rules we must follow, Jennifer. I'm not a micromanager, but I'm always around."

"Oh, wasn't aware the boss was actually in, considering he hasn't talked to me in almost a week."

I removed the mask from my face and set it to the side. Finnley did the same.

"So tonight, I learned a few things," he continued.

I hoped this limo ride would end soon.

"Like?"

"What it really means to pleasure a woman."

The thought of Finn having sex with someone else, someone that wasn't me, made me sick. I wanted to forget about the feelings he forged within me. I wanted to pretend like I didn't care about his rendezvous, or the women that would simply drop to their knees and suck him off if he asked them to, or even the countless dates he had since I was marked as Taken .

But the truth was, I did care.

And it bothered me.

"Had a good fuck, I assume?" I said as sarcastically as possible.

"Almost. She's such a whore. She begged me to fuck her, but I decided that I didn't feel like fucking tonight. I'm changing my old ways. No more random bangs just for fun. Just meaningful ones, yeah?"

I rolled my eyes at him. Jealousy burned within me.

"I like a thick ass, small waist, and a pretty face. I'm not a complete dick, but I do have standards. But she wanted it," he paused, and then continued, "In retrospect, I should have fucked her crazy."

"Sometimes you can be such an ass."

He continued as if I didn't say a thing, "I wanted to fuck. She wanted me inside of her. I should have given in and put it in. But, I didn't. Aren't you proud?"

"Oh yeahhh," I said.

"I'm sorry. So where did you say you were tonight?"

I rolled my eyes at him, and he scooted closer to me.

"I'm asking you a question, Jennifer, and I demand you answer."

"Okay, sir," I said between gritted teeth, and then continued. "I walked around Luke's house, admired his paintings, and met him on the balcony, and then admired his artwork a bit more, and here I am, where you, sir, are stealing every ounce of my happiness."

It happened too fast. Finnley was on top of me, straddling my body, and I tried to push him away. I didn't need this again, or want it. I had to stop before I was too far into his wild games.

"I've told you. You are not to call me sir anymore. I've revoked that privilege."

"Get off of me, Mr. Felton. I don't want to do this anymore."

He grabbed my face. "I don't give a shit what you want, Jennifer. You say one thing, but your body says another. Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?"

Finn pulled the black panties from his suit pocket and sniffed them, and then tucked them back.

My heart dropped, and I felt sick.

"Where did you get those?"

The limo stopped, and Charlie didn't come around to open the door.

Instead, Finn slid from on top of me and straightened his suit pants.

"I told you already, I should have fucked tonight, she begged for it and wanted it, but I didn't. Next time know whose name you should be fucking screaming when you come. Twice."

Then he left me to sit in my own filth.

I'd never felt like a whore before, but in a roundabout way, I was a whore, his whore.

Finn paid me.

Finn pleased me sexually, when he wanted.

Finn dressed me in pretty clothes and made me go on dates with men. Told me when to be home and made sure I obeyed.

And Finn almost fucked me on the balcony at Luke's party.

Would my mother be proud? I couldn't think about it.

For the next few weeks, I lived in my own personal hell. Jesse rode my ass, Paisley bitched me out, and Finn disregarded my every move as if I were invisible. Abbie even ignored me. Luke flew to New Zealand to meet with a client about the Texas mural project to be painted inside of an oil tycoon's corporate office, and Lori was on a month-long vacation to Amsterdam with Jeffery, her Number One. All the other girls were in and out, and paid no attention to little ole virgin me.

I became bored with books, TV, exercise, and even eating. I was going stir-crazy. Several meet-ups happened over the course of a few weeks, and I wasn't allowed to go because Luke had paid enough to reserve me for him, and him only. Drinking and sleeping didn't even curb the oncoming depression. Nothing could save me from myself.

It crossed my mind to go back home, but I had nowhere to stay, and I didn't want to rent a hotel room. Better to stay in Vegas.

Two nights before Luke arrived back, I dressed myself like a cheap whore: fishnets, a tight black skirt, and low-cut shirt that made my breasts pop out. Black eyeliner and eye shadow accompanied my teased hair. Forget a bra and panties, I was going to the Vegas Strip. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman .

I needed fast, pulsating music, so I could dance the night away.