3. The Call
1209 Words
Emma stood up slowly, took a shower, changed into her usual rob and went to bed.
Just then her phone received a text. She looked at the screen in teary eyes to find an unknown number.
“Miss Smith, when can we start?”
Her heart skipped a bit. No one generally messaged her. Loneliness, medical bills and debt were her only company.
Was it the call boy from the bar? Maybe! He sounded eager. Who wouldn't be if they are receiving ten grand a week?
Should I reply? Will I look desperate? Why do I care anyway? It's not like I will keep seeing him. It is just until I can conceive a baby.
She glanced at the locked door, where Oliver's angry pounding had finally ceased. The house was silent now, save for the occasional murmur of Shelby's laughter.
She was still thinking if she should reply, when her phone rang suddenly. The same stranger was calling her.
Emma swallowed hard, then swiped to answer.
"Bella" His voice was like dark velvet, curling around her senses. “Still thinking about the price?”
Emma's breath hitched. She hadn't expected him to remember the nickname this man just gave her a few hours ago.
Or maybe that’s what he calls all his clients! She thought.
“Aren't you the eager one?” Emma chuckled over the call. “Don't worry. I don’t get back on my words.”
“Good,” the man replied. Was he smirking? Emma wondered. “Don’t think too hard. That spot over your lips looks better when you smile.”
Emma had a little black spot near her lips. Her breath hitched. She hadn't expected him to remember.
“You remembered," she murmured.
A low chuckle rumbled through the line, "I remember everything about you."
Her skin prickled. There was something in his tone… something possessive, almost predatory, that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Is that so?" she challenged, forcing a teasing lilt into her voice.
"Mm." The sound was deep, vibrating through her. "The way your hips moved against me. The way your lips tasted." A pause. "The way you shivered when I licked your neck."
Emma's grip on the phone tightened. She was alone in her room, yet she could feel him, his presence, his heat, as if he were right beside her.
"You're bold for a man who charges by the hour," she shot back, though her voice wavered.
Another dark laugh. "And you're reckless for a woman who doesn't know who she's dealing with.”
That gave her pause.
Who is he, really?
“Who are you?” Emma asked with a gulp, earning a rich laughter from the other side.
“You are not scared, are you? Generally people run a background check before hiring someone like me,” the man replied. Emma was speechless. She didn’t actually think it through. Of course she wasn't a regular!
Should I run a background check? Yeah, I should. That will be for the best. I also need to see if he is medically fit. I don't want any weird disease from a stranger.
"I need you to take a blood test before we start," Emma spoke finally.
"A blood test? For what?" the man asked.
"Of course I need to know if you carry any disease." Emma replied flatly.
There was a pause before he burst into laughter. Emma gulped down. Why was he laughing?
"Just a blood test for disease, Bella? Not on my performance? Or do you want to examine it yourself?" His baritone rang over the phone. Her cheeks were burning. He certainly had a way with words! Emma thought.
“You sound breathless, Bella. Nervous?” He asked again.
“Should I be?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“That depends on what you’re expecting from me tonight.” He spoke.
She closed her eyes. “Distraction. Escape.”
His chuckle was low and seductive. “Then let’s give you that."
The silence that followed was thick with tension. She could almost feel him breathing through the line, like he was right there beside her.
“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice dipping lower.
Emma hesitated, her fingers brushing the hem of her silk robe, “just my regular robe.”
"Take it off, Bella," an order came from the other side.
"W-what!" Emma gasped.
“Because I'm gonna devour you. I’ll start at your neck,” he whispered. “Trace my lips along your collarbone… down to your chest. I'll kiss each breast until you’re squirming beneath me.”
Emma let out a soft moan, her body tingling at his every word.
“I’d take my time with you, Bella. Make you forget everything apart from my name.”
A soft gasp left her lips as her hand wandered lower. She really knew nothing about him.
But before she could ask, his voice dropped lower, rougher. "Tell me, Bell.. are you touching yourself?"
Her breath caught.
“No," she lied.
"Liar." The word was a growl. "I can hear it in your voice. You're already wet for me, aren't you?"
Emma bit her lip. Damn him.
"What if I am?" she whispered.
A sharp intake of breath. Then-
"Then I want to hear it,” His voice was pure sin now. "Touch yourself. Now."
The command sent a bolt of heat straight to her core. Against all reason, her fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
She gasped.
"That's it,” he purred. "Imagine my hand, not yours. My fingers are working you open, touching every fold that will leave you breathless."
Emma whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed.
"Tell me how it feels." The man asked.
"Good," she breathed. "TOO good."
"Faster." A command came.
She obeyed, her movements turning desperate.
"Oh God!" Her back arched as pleasure coiled tight inside her.
"Come for me, Bella." Another command came.
And just like that, she shattered, as if she was waiting for his order.
Her thighs clenched, her breath coming in ragged gasps as waves of ecstasy. For a moment, there was only silence- heavy, electric.
Then his voice returned, darker than before, “how was my service, Miss Smith?”
Emma laid on the bed, breathless.
This man! Was he really just a call boy?
“Satisfactory,” Emma squirmed.
The man chuckled again, “see you soon, Miss Smith.”
“Wait, what's your name?” Emma asked before he could cut the call.
With another deep chuckle, the man finally spoke, “Damien. Remember it, Miss Smith because you will be screaming it soon, even in your nightmares.”
The call ended before she could respond.
Emma lay there, heart pounding, body still humming.
What the hell just happened?
She had meant this to be a transaction… cold, calculated. A way for her to have a baby and that's all. But that call had been anything but. Was she supposed to feel breathless and thrilled at the same time? Was it even moral!? Definitely not. She should stop... she shouldn't cheat... but for the first time in years she felt alive, seen, wanted.
And the worst part?
She wanted more!
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