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I turn my attention to Lakeshia. I bet she’ll do what I’ve failed to do in our years together. My intuition tells me that my put-together Keishi-kun’s control will crumble at her feet.
And I will applaud in my first-row seat as I watch it happen.
CHAPTER 6
Lakeshia
After dinner, I escape to an empty bathroom on the second floor to contemplate my life’s choices. There is a lot to think about in my chaotic mind and the soothing natural decor helps to still some of my rising panic.
What have I gotten myself into? I saved myself and with Takeshi and Shinji’s unsolicited help, I’m going to achieve my life’s goal a lot faster than if I do it on my own.
I sit on the rim of a fancy freestanding bathtub while I contemplate what Takeshi will do to me if he ever finds out the secret I’m hiding. I’m gambling that we can deal with the Giamettis before he and Shinji ask questions. They’re too perceptive for my peace of mind.
If they discover why I didn’t fight harder about becoming their surrogate, what’s the best I can hope for? An image of Takeshi’s granite features when he gave me his ultimatum, pops into my head. Yeah, he’ll probably choose to end me.
I can only hope that going out the Takeshi way will be better than going out the way my mother did, bleeding out after givingme life. Her death is the reason I’ve never had a pregnancy scare, let alone a plan to carry a fetus in my womb. I’ve never raw-dogged anyone and now I’ll be doing the nasty with not one but two men on the regular.
With my life at stake, I should be able to separate my body from what they expect me to do with and for them. After all, I only fuck for money, never relationships. However, my body has other ideas.
Instead of splashing a bucket of freezing water on my desires, Takeshi’s threat and my mother’s fate dissipate. All I see in my future are two of the sexiest men to cross my path as they watch me with heated anticipation and lustful intentions.
Fuck,they make my blood boil, and not in anger. Anger, I could use.
It’s just sex. This situation is no different from any other I’ve had in the past. I need the reminder. Maybe I need to tattoo it on my palm so I can glance at it the way bad cheaters do for tests. It would have to say something like, ‘I won’t get dicked down so good I’ll lose my ever-loving mind.’ How hard can it be? I’ll have to make sexing them so good they won’t question me.
Except they aren’t getting what they’re paying for.
A healthy dose of guilt explains some of the ache in my chest. I try to be honest with myself and being alone right now is forcing me to face a reality I’ve avoided since entering this bargain with Takeshi and Shinji. While Takeshi emits dangerous sexual energy, I’ve witnessed his love for Shinji in his almost overprotectiveness and the sweet absentminded touches of a man who wants reassurance his lover is well.
And Shinji…he is more dangerous to my peace of mind than Takeshi. Shinji wields a sweet openness and inviting humor meant to lure me in before he seals me in his trap of affection and attentiveness. The emotions he evokes inside me are already playing havoc with my determination.
“Everything alright in there?” Shinji’s voice comes through the closed door, interrupting my thoughts.
Instead of answering, I open the door, prepared for the unmasked desire in Shinji’s eyes to singe me with heat. I meet his stare and softly inhale. The desire is there; I don’t think Shinji can ever hide it, but there is softness at the crinkled corners.
“I’ll show you our bedroom,” he says, then ushers me down the hall.
We enter the room and my gaze immediately goes to the four-poster bed dominating the room. Like everything else in this house, the bed is custom-made. Sheer curtain panels surround the decadent furniture, oozing seduction and decadence.
This room is meant for fucking not sleeping. I can already feel desire rise in my body.
Shinji leads me to the closet and presses into my spine. “I unpacked your things and made closet space for you.”
I walk further into the custom-designed room where my clothes hang in a dedicated section between two unique styles of clothing, one very colorful and the other more sedate. From the placement of my things, both Shinji and Takeshi gave up space to accommodate me. Small as the gesture may be, the caring it represents hits my solar plexus hard.
Not since my father has anyone looked out for me. Even if the gesture is simple and an afterthought on Shinji’s part, it’s another sneak attack on my defenses.
I rub at the phantom ache and turn to leave when I catch sight of a familiar item. I stroke the silky material of a scarf I once owned. It was the gift I imagined my father giving me for surviving to my twentieth birthday. Like so many things I owned, I had to steel myself against sentimentality when it came time to run. Although it hurt to part with the garment the wayI did, I couldn’t regret the bit of comfort I left Shinji with after injuring him.
“Why do you still have this?” I ask past the bittersweet bite of the memory.
“Because Prince Charming needed to find the owner of the glass slipper.”
A watery laugh escapes me. “I’m no Cinderella.” I turn only to come face to face with compassionate eyes that see too much. Shinji’s stare strips me bare of all my defenses, leaving me vulnerable.
“I suppose not. Even Cinderella understood when to accept help.”
I open my mouth to verbally eviscerate him for reading me in so few words, but he turns his back on me and my anger disappears like a puff carried on the wind. We return to the main part of the bedroom.
