He yells as I leave, “I wouldn’t trust them, Isadora. No matter what… a snake is still a snake.”
“You did it, didn’t you?” I stop as my hand reaches for my door. Turning around I see Sharon standing there.
“Did what, Sharon?”
She looks around, her eyes skimming everywhere. “You killed that man, didn’t you?”
Reaching for her hand, I pull her inside. “Be careful what you say in public, Sharon.” Shutting the door behind her, she looks at me, her eyes assessing me.
“You didn’t flinch when that man was found dead, you handled it better than anyone there including the men. I asked around, you were upstairs the night before,” she finishes.
“Are you done?” I ask.
Sharon’s hands go over her chest and she puffs it up. “I am,” and she nods.
“Good,” I reply, moving to sit near her. “I would never kill anyone, Sharon. Are you crazy?” I finally respond to her questions.
“I saw the way you reacted… it all adds up. The way you started at work, and the minute you saw those men. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I know it’s something.” She finishes off by crossing her arms over her chest.
“Sharon, we’re friends, right?” She shakes her head. “Okay, so acquaintances then. And acquaintances don’t run their mouths about unnecessary shit. Now, do they?”
She bites her lip, her eyes go down before they come back up to land on me. “Are you threatening me, Issy?”
“Sharon, oh Sharon… now if I was doing that I wouldn’t invite you into my home and offer you a drink.” I reach for my mini-fridge and grab a can of Pepsi. “Drink, Sharon?”
She looks at it, back to me then shakes her head.
“No…” she pauses. “You—” Before she can finish, a knock comes at the door.
She swings her head around and I stand to see who’s there. Opening the door, Jasper stands there. His eyes fall on my body, raking me over, before he pauses and looks behind me. “You have company?”
I nod, stepping back so he can see Sharon, who’s glued to her spot.
“It’s probably best you leave,” he says to her.
Sharon looks to me quickly before she glances back to Jasper, but I’m not about to make her stay. She should leave, this shit is not something anyone should be messed up in.
“Sharon, this is Jasper.” I smile as I say it.
She’s heard of him, I know she has from the first time she went to the mansion.
“You’re—”
“Leave,” he says again.
I step back giving her room to exit. She makes a point of brushing past me and pauses at the door. Jasper steps in, blocks my view, then closes the door in her face. “You had company,” he says, stating the damn obvious.
“Well, Mr. Obvious, you have a keen eye today,” I say with an eye roll. Walking back in I sit on my bed, crossing my legs.
“See, that kind of attitude isn’t at all acceptable.”
“You’re in my place, Jasper. If you don’t like it, then leave,” I state, waiting for him to react or reply.
He stalks toward me, pushes me back on the bed and drops down so he’s leaning over me. He’s wearing a white collared shirt with dark jeans. His ink is evident on his arms and the scar on his lip begs to be bitten.
“Do you really want me to leave?” he asks while hovering above my lips.
“Do you always get what you want?”
“Always. It’s what’s made me so ruthless. People don’t like saying no to me.” He strokes my face. “Especially women.”
I smile, he’s left me a great opening. “No, Jasper. How does that sound coming from my lips?”
He shakes his head. “Like you have a heavy desire to be spanked.”
I push on his chest, and he lifts up, so I turn until I’m on all fours and bend over in my jeans for him. Looking back so I can see him I say, “Do you want to spank me, Jasper? Tell me I’m a bad, bad girl?”
He stands fully, and in one swift movement he takes off his shirt and drops it to the floor, then he pulls the belt from his trousers and pulls it tight around his hands.
“No tying me up, Jasper,” I tell him.
“No touching my back. Do you understand?” I nod. “If you don’t listen, Isadora, I will have to tie you up and you may not like what happens after that,” he says kicking one shoe off at a time. He then touches the top of his jeans while staring at me.
“Will you fuck me tonight, Jasper?” I ask uttering the words in the most seductive way I can muster.
“If you’re a good girl. Otherwise, I’ll simply take you, Isadora.” I sit and reach for the hem of my shirt pulling it over my head. I’m not wearing a bra.