CHAPTER ONE — STEPHANIE
I read the email three times to make sure I'm not hallucinating.
As discussed, you will be evicted starting—
My eyes lose focus and everything becomes blurry. Less than an hour after David and I got back, he emailed me a formal eviction notice. No mention of what just happened. No mention of anything.
Un-fucking-believable.
I think I know what's going on, though. He's panicking. He knows he crossed a line, and he's trying to get me out of his life as soon as he can. Well, unfortunately (for him), I'm not a pushover.
You can't get rid of me that easily.
And now that I know for sure he's into me, I'm sure as hell not going to just roll over. I actually have leverage now, and I can't afford to move somewhere else. The only way he's evicting me is if hell freezes over and there's a vacancy in heaven.
I don't bother replying. Instead, I march right up to his front door and knock. I've knocked once and my fist is in the air, about to knock again, when he swings the door open.
"I take it you got my email?" he asks.
I nod and step right inside.
"Excuse—"
Before he can finish his sentence, I take off my dress. With the maid costume off, now I'm just wearing my bra and panties. I walk towards him and put my arms around his neck.
I spent about five minutes coming up with my plan. Here's the SparkNotes version of it:
Before coming in here, I set up my phone outside and turned on the video. There's an open window, and I perched it right on the ledge. There's a video recording of what's happening right now.
Or, at least, I hope there is.
Because the thing is, I could just tell David that if he tries to evict me, I'll sue him or go to the cops. But there's a chance he'll just deny everything. Maybe he would win, maybe he wouldn't. But if I can get some evidence, then I'll have real leverage.
I want proof of what's about to happen. And I'm going to get it.
"What are you doing?" he asks as he steps towards me.
"Giving you a reason not to evict me," I say sweetly.
I stop right in front of him and drop to my knees, looking up. I reach for his buckle, and he stops me, his hand on my head.
"What's going on?" he asks.
"Nothing," I say.
I try to unbuckle his belt, but he grabs my hand. He looks around, and then I see it. I see the moment it happens.
He sees my phone camera through the window. He marches outside and grabs it before walking back inside.
Fuck.
He holds my phone and presses stop on the video.
"You little brat," he says. "Did you think that you could blackmail me? Was that your plan?"
I had not planned for this. I stumble backwards. He's on me in a flash.
He throws my phone behind him and it clatters to the ground.
"Hey, I—"
Before I can finish my sentence, he has a hand over my mouth and has me up against the front door.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll stop talking and listen," he says.
He leans in really close, so close I can feel his shirt brush up against my bare chest.
"Now, here's what's gonna happen," he says. "You're gonna go down into your room, pack up your stuff, and get the fuck out of here. I don't wanna see you. I'll be back in three hours. And when I'm back, you better be gone."
He takes his hand off my mouth. I can't help it.
"And if I'm not?" I ask.
"I have video cameras in here," he says. "This little stunt you just pulled? Well, I'm sure many people would be interested in seeing it."
My eyes widen. Who is this man? I look at him.
He never seemed nice, exactly, but he never seemed ruthless before. Like how he is right now. I'm surprised, but also kind of turned on.
"Go for it," I say, "because then you'll have to explain to everybody what you were doing just now."
A look flashes across his face. He lets go of me and steps away.
"Fuck," he says.
I smile.
He grabs his head for a second. I breathe out slowly.
It feels like we've been playing a rapid ping-pong game, going back and forth. For five seconds, I'm in the lead, and then he is. I don't know who's winning anymore. Or if it even matters.
"Wait," I say. "You're right. I was trying to blackmail you. And, well, I'm not exactly sorry because I kinda need to stay here. But now that we both kinda have dirt on each other, how about we negotiate?"
He just stares at me.
"Go on," he says.
"Okay. Well, you know I came in here and I was going to—"
For some reason now I feel shy.
"Say it," he says.
"Um, give you—"
"Tell me what exactly you were gonna do," he says.
"Give you a blowjob," I say, embarrassed.
"Right. You were gonna be a little slut, weren't you?"
I blush.
"Well, anyways, um—"
"You were saying?" he prompts me.
"Let's make a deal," I say, the words spilling out of my mouth.
"And what would that be exactly?"
"Well, you let me stay here and I give you a blowjob," I whisper.
He laughs.
"Not good enough."
"Okay, well, what would be good enough?" I ask.
He rubs his chin.
"Well, if you wanna stay here for longer… Any kind of one-time thing isn't gonna work for me. You read my texts. You know how frustrated you make me."
I smile.
"Don't you dare smirk like that," he says. "You know what that does to me."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I say innocently.
I'm getting myself into trouble, I know I am. But I can't help it. It's just too fun riling him up.
"Do you really want to do this, sweetheart?" he asks. "Do you know what you're getting yourself into? That spanking was just a preview of what's to come if you keep up this little act of yours."
I gulp. My heart starts beating faster. I'm nervous, like I'm about to ride a rollercoaster. But it's a good kind of nervous.
I shake my head.
"No, not really. But I want to find out."