Chapter Four
The Following Morning
Leah was pissed. She crunched through her cereal with her gaze on the door. Last night had been amazing and one of the worst of her life, and that didn’t even have anything to do with Danny arriving at the scene. He meant nothing to what happened last night. First, she hated that bitch coming to Cain and taking him to dance. Leah knew she shouldn’t care. There was no reason for her to give a single shit about what was happening. The only problem was, she did.
She hated seeing another woman with her paws all over Cain. He wasn’t even hers to be jealous over, and yet she had been. It was so insane to even be thinking like that. So, she ignored that feeling, and then that moron, Drake, thought he could try and convince her to dance and go on dates with him. She wasn’t interested.
Thankfully, Cain hadn’t given her the signal to stay back. Going to him had been a huge relief, and then, when he’d told that bitch she was his date, it had sent a thrill through her body. She’d still been trying to control her emotions from what Cain had said, when he’d taken her into his arms. This had felt so different compared to when he was showing her how to dance. The way he touched her felt even more intense. Then he’d kissed her, and she hadn’t wanted to make the first move, but she also didn’t want to leave everything to him or to chance.
They left the party without a single donation made. In the limousine, he’d given them privacy, and he’d pulled her into his arms. She had moved to straddle his body, where she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core.
The dress had a long enough slit in the side that it hadn’t constricted her ability to move over him. It had felt so good.
Cain had touched her everywhere. His hands roamed all over her body, touching her tits, down to her ass, and then he’d stroked her pussy. She had been so close to an orgasm, but they arrived at his home way too soon. Cain had no choice but to stop.
For some reason, Cain had also given the staff the weekend off, including his guards. Arriving home, there had been no one, and then the magical night had taken a turn for the worse.
Cain tearing the dress from her body hadn’t been a problem. She loved that. She also didn’t have a problem with him pressing her against the stairs. She’d been so heady with pleasure. What she hadn’t anticipated was what happened during that first intense penetration.
It hurt.
She screamed.
There might have been a few tears.
Cain, realizing she was very much a virgin, or at least had been prior to his cock invasion, had recoiled. He’d pulled out of her, growled something she didn’t quite get, and left.
So, he left her on the stairs, naked, with blood dripping between her thighs. She had no choice but to clean everything up. After taking a shower, she cleaned the mess on the steps, thankful there was no carpet. She tossed the dress and the rest of her clothes into the laundry, and then she went to bed.
There had been tears, which she hated.
There had been pain, which she hated.
There were a lot of things that happened last night, which she hated. She had no idea where Cain went or if he even returned.
She was no coward, so this morning she’d taken another shower. There was a slight pain between her thighs, but nothing too terrible. It wasn’t like she got fucked last night. One single slide of penetration, and then it was gone.
It fucking sucked, big time, and it pissed her off. Fucking asshole.
He’d not put any clothes out for her, so she wore a pair of jeans and a black shirt, and came downstairs to eat her cereal.
Still no sign of him.
She crunched her way through the bowl, wanting to throw the whole thing against the wall. Instead, she stayed perfectly calm.
“Losing your cool is never a sign of how good you are. Staying calm in spite of wanting to tear the fucking world apart, and not, is a sign of a good person.” Ben had often told her to not give in to her anger. Anger made people act irrationally. It made people say and do things they would later regret.
“How are you?” Cain asked, causing her to jerk her head up.
She looked up and saw he had changed from the clothes he wore last night.
“Are you sure you want the answer to that, or are you just going to take off like you did last night?” she asked, then scooped more of her cereal and crunched.
She didn’t hate, yet she wanted to. He’d taken off, as if her virginity was something to be embarrassed about or disgusted by. It didn’t matter now. Cain had already claimed her virginity, there was no going back.
“I acted poorly,” Cain said.
“Oh, you think? I don’t know, is that normal for guys to do? To want sex, and because it is a woman’s first time, they just panic and run off?”
“I was not expecting you to be a virgin,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “Why? You believed your son that I was a slut.”
“The situations you have found yourself in. By your own admittance, you ended up on the streets. Trust me, I have been there and I’ve seen women and girls younger than you, only able to give up their bodies to make it through.”
Leah took a deep breath. Now she understood him a little. “I came close,” Leah said. “Just before I met Ben. I came so very close. It was why that pimp was trying to beat on me. I’d turned him down, because I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone touching me. Ben helped, and he made sure I then learned everything I could. That’s why your son didn’t stand a chance. He made sure I’d be my own person. Knowing what men are like. I’ve never wanted to be close to anyone. It’s why, until last night, I was still a virgin.” She looked at him and shrugged. “But don’t worry. I do not consider last night anything special. Trust me, I’m sure women hate it when a man realizes they’re the first and behaves in the way you did.” She lost her appetite and threw her remaining cereal away, before cleaning away her dishes. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a personal day.”
She’d never asked for any time off, nor had she ever needed it. The truth was, she didn’t exactly need it now, but there was no way she was going to work with him for at least the next twenty-four hours. First, she needed to put whatever happened last night behind her, and then she’d be able to move on.
It wasn’t like she ever thought about sex or what it would be like with a man. The experience or wanting the experience had never even entered her brain. There was a time she wondered if she was normal. After all, a lot of women were constantly going out on dates, hooking up with random guys, having fun, all in the name of finding Mister Right. She’d been more interested in learning to survive. She wondered what it would have been like to grow up without the worry of just surviving.
Leah knew her experiences in life were not unique. She was also aware that not everyone’s childhood was quite as wonderful as they painted in the movies. Some people got to experience it.
Pushing that negative shit out of her mind, she left the kitchen without another look at Cain. The horrible truth was, he’d broken her heart, and he hadn’t even promised her anything to begin with.
****
Cain knew he’d acted like a complete and total asshole. He didn’t need anyone telling him where he fucked up. Feeling Leah’s tight cunt last night and then hearing her scream, and just knowing as he looked into her eyes what had been the cause, he’d reacted. He hadn’t given himself time to think. He’d known what all the little intricacies meant.
Leah had been a virgin, and in his very first penetration, he’d hurt her. There was no need for a second or even a third explanation. He fucked up. Big time.
He’d left his home, gone to one of his bars that was open all night, had a couple of whiskeys, followed by a few coffees, and then returned home. There had been a few women who were happy to offer him some company, but he refused. There was only one woman he wanted, and she was right at home.
What the fuck had he done? Leah deserved to be treated better, and now she was spending the day to get her shit together. If she even suggested it was time for her to move on, he was going to lose his shit. She wasn’t going anywhere. He still owned her ass.
After having a bowl of cereal and cursing his own bullshit in allowing his staff to have time off, he made his way upstairs. He didn’t go to his own room, but instead went to Leah’s.
He’d already arranged for one of his guards to follow her. He made a lot of enemies and seeing as she’d been by his side the past six months, she’d be a potential target. This is why he never allowed people to get close to him. They were always at risk of being in the firing line, and with that shit, he couldn’t let it happen. He refused to let it happen.
Entering her bedroom, at first he stood in the doorway, not quite entering her space.
She hadn’t changed much. The decorations were still the same. Cream walls, a nice grey carpet that helped make the room feel large. It was a large room, but he liked to make things roomier.
The early years of his life and his stint in prison had cemented his need to have space at every opportunity, and that hadn’t changed. He wanted space, everywhere.
Even though there were no personal items, the room screamed Leah. She had some hairbrushes and a few pieces of makeup on top of the vanity. There was a television in the corner with a few DVDs stacked beside it. Everywhere was tidy. Nothing would truly give anything away about the woman who lived in this room.
Cain had promised her space. When she moved in with him, he told her she would have her own personal space, all she needed to do was follow his instructions. He chose the clothes she wore, either by sending a letter, or simply ordering what he wanted to see her in.
Now, as he went to her closet, he saw the many outfits she’d worn over the past couple of days. The scent of the room was all Leah. For a second, he allowed himself to just enjoy the scent, but then he needed to get to work. Last night, he fucked up. Tonight, he wouldn’t.
He’d give her the whole day to get her shit together, and after that, she was his. Glancing down at his cell phone, his guard had checked in with him, and she was currently enjoying a coffee at one of his cafés. Cain owned quite a few of them around the city. He liked to have business on every possible avenue. The best way to yield power was to have it everywhere.
He grabbed several items of her clothes and began walking back to his own room. He wasn’t too far away from her, as he never wanted to be. At first, it was to keep an eye on her because he didn’t know what kind of woman he’d invited into his home. Now, it was because he always wanted her close to keep an eye on her. That wasn’t going to change. He needed to know where she was at all times.
Cain moved back and forth, going from her bedroom back to his, then back again until every single item of clothing, including lingerie, was in his closet. There had been a whole section of his closet that had been empty, and now as he stepped back, he looked at Leah’s clothes he’d put there. It looked right to him.
He smiled.
Leah was going to be pissed, but he wasn’t going to change it. He expected to come home this morning to find her crying. Instead, she looked so pissed off at him for leaving last night. He needed to remember, Leah was not like other women nor would she ever be. She was her own person, and he fucking loved it. She kept him on his toes.
Glancing at the time, he’d seen she had been out most of the day. According to the man he had watching her, she’d done a lot more window-shopping than anything else. She rarely made random purchases.
In the past six months, he’d bought more things for her than she had purchased herself. He didn’t question her. He paid her plenty of money that she could spoil herself with, and yet she chose not to spend money. He couldn’t help but be curious as to why.
Glancing at the time, he saw it was getting late, and he didn’t want Leah coming home to nothing, so he made his way downstairs. It had been a long time since he had cooked anything for anyone.
He gripped the back of his neck as he stared at the kitchen. He could leave it until Leah got home, and make her cook for him, or he could make it up to her and cook her something.
He didn’t want her to starve, so he got busy preparing something. The chef that worked for him always cooked everything from scratch, and as he looked into the fridge and freezer, he couldn’t see a damn thing that could easily be slid into the oven and cooked.
Gritting his teeth, he took a deep breath and then got busy preparing some food. Before he had a chef and money, he cooked for himself. It had been a task he no longer needed to concern himself with. Right at that very moment, he didn’t even know why he allowed his staff a random day. They needed to earn their fucking wage.
Pushing his anger aside, as it wasn’t going to change the fact he had to cook, he rolled up his sleeves and started making food.