“You will be going home with me; what we do there is up to you, but it’s the only place where I feel comfortable speaking honestly, and I won’t have you leaving me tonight until you hear me out.” I didn’t know why I was angry, well not angry, determined.
I was not going to lose her again.
“Fine,” she relented.
As we stood and approached the door more flashes and people milled about us. We walked outside and were assaulted by paparazzi.
“Is it true you spent a million and a half dollars for a date with Kylie Morgan?” A reporter shoved a mic in my face.
I ignored them and pulled my jacket over Kylie’s head to protect her from the onslaught. As soon as we were in the car, I let her out from under the jacket’s protection. She shook out her hair and tried to stuff her dress into the seats so it wasn’t so everywhere.
“That’s gonna end up on the nine o’clock news.” She seemed so disappointed.
“We can’t just have some fun with this? You, well not you, but Kylie Morgan has done this several times … she can handle it.”
Her expression fell, and she turned her head as she watched the masses of people rush the car.
“I was hoping … things would be different.” I hated the disappointed look on her face.
“I know. I’ve noticed. There are fewer men, less skin … a more dignified wardrobe. I’ve been watching.” I reached out and took her hand. “What do you think I’m going to do to you?” It truly hurt that she had such a low opinion of me.
“Nothing you haven’t already done to others … I just. I don’t want it.” She turned to me. “I want something real. I’m sorry. Now you know. Can you drop me home?” Her beautiful face was so marred by tears, something deep was upsetting her.
“I paid a lot for the night with you. Please let me take you back to my white palace.” By the flash of anger that floated over her sorrow, I knew that wasn’t the right angle to take.
“I’m not a whore!” Her face crumpled into a scowl.
“Yes, we’ve established that you’re far from it. What I meant is, I have you until ten. It’s nine-thirty. I’m asking for at the very least, a half an hour more of your time. I won’t try to seduce you or coerce you, but I just want a chance to talk. If you choose to extend that half hour, I’ll take whatever you’ll allow me.” That was as much honesty as I’d given anyone and about as vulnerable as I was willing to get.
“Okay.” A tiny smile peaked through the tears.
“Thank you.” I brought her into me and pulled a tissue from my pocket to dry her eyes.
For the rest of the ride, we didn’t talk. She seemed so tired and overwhelmed. She must have had such a long day with all the preparations for the event; she may have welcomed the quiet comfort I offered. When we went up to my penthouse, she could barely keep her eyes open as she stepped out of her dress and flopped down on my couch wearing her underclothes. She had on a boned bodice and a pair of lace panties over a pair of sheer white tights. I guess she was so over wearing the wedding dress she didn’t mind being half-clothed in front of me.
Unfortunately for me, seduction was not her motivation for undressing. As soon as I brought a light snack to the coffee table knowing she was hungry and hadn’t eaten at the event I saw she’d fallen asleep on my couch. I stood staring at her for a moment noting her innocent beauty before lifting her into my arms and taking her to the bed. I carefully removed her bodice and forced myself not to fondle and enjoy her lovely breasts. I had noted that she was gaining weight, which I adored. Finally, her belly had a tiny curve, and her breasts were fuller. I left her panties where they were and wrangled her into one of my T-shirts. I unclipped the hair extensions she wore and her short hair spiked out in all directions. I did my best to smooth it back for her own vanity, though I doubted she had any.
I then tucked her into the covers and set an alarm for six in the morning, remembering she said she had a photoshoot. I wasn’t sure if that was the truth or not, but better to have been safe than sorry. I wasn’t tired; I was on fire and was hoping I’d be having sex with her at least one more time. I brought my laptop to bed and worked while I watched her serene features as she slept peacefully. She tugged at my heart so hard. I vowed I wouldn’t let her go. I even thought about following her to the photo shoot. No doubt the press would be all over us for the next few days. It wouldn’t be strange for them to trail us, but it wasn’t something Kylie wanted or was ready for.