Chapter 2
Jenna
The huge man pauses after I make my request.
“I’m sorry?” Rick asks in a deep voice, his black brows rising. “Did I hear you right?”
I swallow because this is so embarrassing and yet it shouldn’t be because I’m a woman who’s supporting her ill mother, and I need to do whatever it takes to make ends meet.
There’s no shame in what I do, nor is it illegal, so I take a deep breath and gather my wits about me.
Then I meet the billionaire’s blue gaze with courage.
“I have an account on Only Fans, and I post racy pictures and videos of myself there. I’ve done well, and they pay generously, so I’m able to afford a lot of things for my mom. Everything’s legal, and it’s not like I’m underage or anything. It’s fine. Lots of girls do Only Fans these days.”
The huge man next to me is still for a moment, absorbing my words. He inclines that square jaw a fraction of a millimeter, and thankfully, his expression is thoughtful and not disgusted.
“I see,” Rick says in a deep tone. “But what do you need the money for? Your mom’s illness is covered through Tatti’s health insurance plan, and I believe Sally’s getting disability too, right? So there’s money coming in.”
I nod, my cheeks burning a bit.
“There is, yes, but being gravely ill is extraordinarily expensive. Sally’s treatments themselves are paid for by insurance, yes, but her chemo takes place at St. John’s Medical, which is about two hours away from us.
Sally’s too tired to travel after chemo, and so what I’ve been doing is booking a hotel room near the hospital for her to stay at.
Plus, the treatments can be twice a week, spaced a few days apart, so the hotel rooms add up, not to mention the food, gas, car rental, and other miscellaneous items. None of that is covered by insurance. ”
“Of course not,” Rick says immediately. “But I’m happy to cover the costs. You only had to ask, sweetheart. Or your mom could have asked, and I would have footed the bill.”
“No, it’s fine,” I say quickly, blushing hot. “It’s not necessary. You’ve already done enough, Mr. Purdy, and we can’t ask for more.”
Despite my straightforward words, I wonder if the billionaire can sense how attracted I am to him because the CEO is hands-down gorgeous.
I didn’t know I was attracted to older men, but there’s something about Rick Purdy which screams virility and charisma.
He’s tall, at least six three, with dark hair with some grey at the temples, but it only makes him look distinguished.
His features are chiseled with a high forehead, roman nose, and square jaw, but it’s his eyes that always make me go weak inside.
I feel like Mr. Purdy’s eyes can see everything, and that means through my swimsuit, although of course, he wouldn’t look.
I should know too because in the last year or so, I’ve blossomed.
I used to be the worst stereotype of a surly teenager with a hoodie pulled up so that you couldn’t see my face, ratty hair that hadn’t been washed in days, and stubborn acne on my forehead and chin.
I was thin, too, and my baggy sweatshirt and loose jeans hung off my frame like a scarecrow.
But two years ago, things began to change, subtly but surely.
First, my acne cleared up, and because I felt better about my skin, I started wearing flattering clothes that highlighted my shape, instead of hiding it.
Plus, I actually had a shape now, instead of being rail thin.
My breasts grew until I sported Double D’s, and my hips widened until they could realistically be called child-bearing.
I started taking care of my hair too, using conditioner and a special hot oil treatment so that my blonde tresses are long and glossy, with a natural wave.
My lips are full and pouty, and my eyes are enhanced by long lashes that give me the look of a vixen.
All this has been useful too because Only Fans wants its creators to be sexy.
Sure, there are some folks who tell jokes on-line, or who make deep, in-depth content on meditation and “finding the inner heart.” But I’d say that ninety-nine percent of the girls on OF are putting out sexy content because that’s what sells.
It’s what our customers want, and it’s the easiest and fastest way to make money.
But still, how do I explain this to Mr. Purdy?
God, it’s already embarrassing enough that I have to ask him to be my photographer, but at the same time, his services genuinely are needed.
I can’t leave my fans hanging for ten days because they’ll desert me.
These guys are hungry for content, and they’ll cancel their subscriptions if I don’t feed their addiction.
A steady slew of sexy photos and videos are needed, and if I don’t provide, then I’ll lose my income.
So I take another deep breath and look Rick straight in the eye.
“Again, I appreciate your generosity Mr. Purdy, but it’s not necessary.
I’ve got a good thing going, and I’m grateful for what Only Fans has done for me and my mom.
Sally is able to rest in peace and quiet after her chemo treatments, and we’re able to afford extras too.
I can buy her the brand name cereal that she likes, instead of the generic, and we’re able to add a few extra hours to her home health care aide.
Priscilla has been wonderful through all of this, and it’s my OF income that makes it possible to retain her for twelve hours, or even overnight when my mom goes for her infusions.
It’s made a world of difference because otherwise I’d have to miss a lot of school. ”
“Of course,” Rick nods thoughtfully, rubbing his square jaw with one hand. “I didn’t think of that.”
“That’s okay,” I say in a gentle tone. “Why would you think of it? Nobody knows what caretaking is like until they’re actually called to action themselves.
But yes, I can’t overstate how draining this has been for us.
Yet my mom deserves the best, and I want to give it to her,” I say fiercely.
“Sally raised me as a single parent, and I’ll be forever grateful to her. ”
The billionaire nods, resting his palm on my forearm. His hand is so big and my arm so small that it looks like he could break it in half with a mere squeeze of his fingers. But Rick is gentle as he smiles.
“It’s fine,” he rasps, making eye contact. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll be sure to cover the cost. Actually, that’s probably too cumbersome. Do you want me to make a check out to you, and use that money as expenses crop up? Would that work?”
A thrill runs through me as my insides go hot and weak because this man is so kind.
I feel protected, as if I can finally exhale and relax after a long and arduous period as my mother’s caretaker.
Not only that, but Rick’s blue eyes exude understanding, and his big fingers are gentle as they caress my arm.
I even feel warm sitting next to the huge man, like he’s a sun bathing me in heat, warming me from the inside out.
But he’s not the sun. He’s a male animal, and he’s aware of me because from the corner of my eye, I see his groin twitch, and then the shadow of something at his knee.
Unobtrusively, I peek from the corner of my eye and my stomach clenches because I know what it is: it’s his dick.
Mr. Purdy is turned on and his club is so big and huge that it literally extends beyond the hem of his swim trunks so that it touches his knee. OMG!
My heart races as my eyes go wide. Everywhere feels hot suddenly, but especially my pelvis as I realize that as much as I’m attracted to the CEO, he’s attracted to me too.
Suddenly, I’m conscious of how much skin I’m showing, and how skimpy my bikini is.
Of course it’s skimpy because I was going to take some raunchy pictures by the pool, but now it seems even smaller and practically transparent.
Get a hold of yourself, Jenna, the voice in my head warns. This man controls the purse strings and you and your mom need him. It’s imperative to play your cards carefully.
Of course, my subconscious is right in every aspect. Rick isn’t just my mom’s boss. He’s also our benefactor, our blank check, and our guardian angel. I can’t risk alienating the handsome billionaire.
But on the other hand, desperate times call for desperate measures, and I’m tired.
Sally’s illness has dragged on for months now, and I feel deflated from the constant despair circulating in our apartment.
It hangs like a heavy miasma whenever I get her medications ready, or even when I push her wheelchair outside for some sunshine.
It pains me to see Sally grimacing with discomfort, and I feel physically ill when I clean out the buckets after she’s had another vomiting spell.
So I want to do this. I want to let go in front of the billionaire, and to be naughty for a bit. I want to explore the pleasure that Rick Purdy can provide because I know the CEO will bring me to the highest heights … before letting me soar off a cliff and into infinity.