Distorted Love (Dark Intentions Duet 1)

“Fuck.”

“I know, right?” He gets out of the car leaving me sitting there, and comes around to open the door. “Now you don’t have to live with her anymore.” He knows all about my mother, seen all the hand-me-downs that Livia gives me and how she helps me live.

“Not until I graduate, I can’t be stupid about it.”

He shakes his head at me. “I told you, you can live here. My parents adore you. Probably more than me.” He chuckles.

“You have great parents, you should think yourself very lucky.”

“Sorry, Sass, I didn’t think.”

“You don’t have to. You know I don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me, least of all you.” His cell dings as he opens the door and his mother envelops me in a hug, smothering me to her chest. She gives the best hugs, and she’s one of the only women I let hug me the way she does. Not even Livia cuddles me for long, it’s usually just a tap cuddle.

“I’ve missed you, Saskia. Robert’s been so annoying without you here,” she jokes, pulling away as Robert tugs me away to his room and shuts the door.

“Tomorrow. He wants to meet tomorrow night, Sass.”

Tomorrow night? Tomorrow night I’ll be losing my virginity. Fuck!

MY NERVES ARE SHOT, completely fucked. I’ve pulled everything I own out of my closet, and even though now I have almost half a million dollars in my bank to buy new clothes, I can’t seem to bring myself to do that either. I’ve talked myself out of it, at least fifty times today, then talked myself back into it.

Deciding on a dress that Livia gave me, I get to the hotel that was requested. It’s a flashy one, that’s for sure. I’ve never been in or even wanted to step up to the front doors. It’s not something I’ve ever been able to afford. Well, I could afford it now, I guess. My only hope is that the man isn’t very old, and definitely not creepy. But then again, he probably is if he’s willing to spend that much on my virginity. For one night of something that I’ll never want to do again.

Livia warned me it’s painful, so I’m not particularly looking forward to it.

The room number and instructions were left at the front desk. Taking the elevator up, my hands become wet, like I’ve dipped them into water and forgot to dry them.

Stepping off the elevator, I shuffle down the hall until the door number comes into view.

My heart takes off.

My head tells me to run.

But somehow my hand manages to knock, knowing what’s to come after this one night. This one night of pain.

FREEDOM.

Ryken.

My eyes go wide when I look behind him at the door number. This is it. I’m correct. This is the door number I was given. Why’s he standing in front of me?

“Come in.”

“You…”

He smirks at me. “Me,” he replies.

“You paid for me?”

Ryken nods his head and steps back so I can step into the room. “I did, but let’s talk about this inside, shall we?”

Stepping in, he shuts the door behind me. My legs want to give way, and my head is telling me to run as fast as I can to get away from him. Because I know I’d give my virginity to him willingly. I tried last time, but he pushed me away.

“If you knew, does that mean everyone will know what I did?”

He shakes his head at my words. “No. I have a lot more connections than the normal student would, trust me,” he replies with far more confidence than I have.

My nerves are shot, I still can’t believe it was him.

“How do you have so much money?”

He sits down on the white sofa in the room. I sit opposite him, my leg bouncing up and down with nervousness.

“Money isn’t an issue, Barbie. I’ve told you that already.”

“Oh, that’s right. Rich family.” He lifts a glass to his mouth, then holds it in his hand swirling the brown liquid around, the ice cubes clanging against the sides. “So you paid for me.”

“I did.”

“No refund?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No. No refund. The money is yours to do with as you please. But tonight, you’re all mine.”

“How did you know?”

Ryken smirks at me. “We’re very well connected.”

I shake my head, my hands run down my legs. “You said that already.”

“Stop that! No fidgeting tonight, Barbie.”

“What about Livia?”

He shrugs, his eyes dark. “What about her?”

“You plan to cheat on her? With me?”

He shakes his head. “We aren’t a couple, and you shouldn’t be concerned with my life outside of this room right now. It’s not what I’m paying you for.” The way he says it makes me feel dirty. Cheap. Like this is wrong. So very wrong.

But I can’t back out now. Can I?

“You’re right. How do you want to do this?”