Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)
“And what do I get out of all of this?”
I think for a moment. “A chance to become a better person instead of a thief who tries to steal women who are already taken.”
He frowns, and I can see that it’s not enough.
“And you can teach me how to live again. How to enjoy life and be a bit of a wild child
again instead of the uptight snob I currently am.”
Asher chuckles again. “You, a wild child? I don’t believe it’s possible for you to have been anything but the perfect child growing up.”
I shake my head. “Well then, you’d be wrong. I was a complete wild child, always getting into trouble. Trust me.”
“I doubt you were a true wild child. I imagine your parents thought that because you wouldn’t eat your vegetables or something silly like that.”
“No, it was much worse than that. Anyway, my grandmother was the one who convinced me that I shouldn’t continue my wild ways into adulthood. She gave me a job at the company, and I finally realized my purpose. I worked my way up the company, almost the same as anyone else. Although I know I was given an easier time than most since I was related to my grandmother.”
“Why would I want to help you? I still don’t see anything in this for me.”
“Money then. I’ll pay you. You could actually live in a nice place on the beach.”
He grins. “Sweetheart, you forget that I make plenty of money. And I prefer living this way.”
“That’s not what I’ve heard. I’ve heard that your sponsors are starting to drop out because of a certain reputation you have with the ladies. They think it’s inappropriate to work with someone like you. So, being married might help your reputation and help you make more money.”
He shakes his head. “Again, like I said, I don’t need any more money.”
But I can see that he is at least thinking about what I said. I’ve struck a nerve, but it’s still not enough.
I look around the room he calls home. I doubt he’s telling me the full story about this. But I can see I’m getting nowhere.
His eyes drop to my chest to see my nipples harden as a cold draft slips through. Now, it’s my turn to grin because I know the way to get what I want.
“Sex. You can have all the dirty, filthy sex with me you want.”
His eyes perk up as he listens. And I can see the bulge in his boxers grow.
“Did you ever love Wes?”
His question surprises me.
“Love is a strange word. I loved him, sure. But was I in love with him? No, I don’t think so. I would have ended it much sooner if I wasn’t so much of a planner that I wanted to be married by twenty-five and have two kids by the time I was thirty.”
He frowns.
“I don’t want to have kids with you. I just don’t want to feel like a complete failure when I do turn twenty-five next month. I want to be married and have that experience. If, after you, I still don’t find my happily ever after with a man, then I’ll be fine with adopting or getting artificial insemination.”
Asher frowns, thinking.
“I know that we are the absolute worst match for each other and that this is going to be mostly about sex, but I need that right now. I need to be married. I need to not be shamed by my family. I need sex.”
I fidget with the hem of the shirt I’m wearing, where it is already starting to unravel. It’s obviously a shirt that he wears often.
“So, what do you say? Can we come to an agreement? Will you marry me?” I don’t add that it’s the least he can do after he broke up my wedding, but I’m not afraid to sound desperate.
Asher chuckles. “I already said yes. But I will say it again if the first time didn’t do enough to convince you. Yes, I’ll marry you. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just…” He pauses, trying to think of the right words.
“Just don’t expect you to stick around forever?”