The Marriage Dare

Go figure, I would run into the one person I least expected.

With that thought, everything comes rushing back. My bad first run of poker, Daniel’s appearance, my second bad run of poker and the bet that I cannot believe I actually made, and everything that came after it. The blush that rushes up my chest and face is painful as I remember what we did. I was on my knees for him, and I liked it.

I wish I could say that it was all the alcohol that I had, and my head is certainly pounding with a hangover. But even at my drunkest, I am never a person that does things she doesn’t want to. Everything that happened last night came from a place that I cannot explain and don’t understand.

I didn’t see him after he left me last night, though the clothes he ordered appeared barely a half-hour after he disappeared. I looked for him, but he was nowhere to be found. This suite is huge though, and I remember feeling like I might get lost, so I just went to bed instead.

I sit down on the bed and run my hand over the comforter. I can’t remember the last time I felt such luxury. It was truly years ago before I left my parents house for college. College was great. Granted, I’m sure my college experience was much more luxurious than other people’s, but at the time, to me, it felt like slumming it.

And then after that is when it all started to disappear. The scandals and the lies were starting to unravel, and suddenly there just wasn’t enough to go around anymore. It’s only been the last couple of years that have been truly bad, but still, touching fabric like this brings back memories for me. I can’t even say that the memories are bittersweet. I enjoyed being wealthy. People will call me shallow for admitting it, but there are huge benefits. It’s nice to not have to worry about money, and these last few years, in financial panic, have really shown me how good I had it.

And have it again, apparently.

He said he was serious, but he can’t be, really. People don’t make bets about marriages. That just doesn’t happen. Would he really have let me walk out of his casino with $2 million? Maybe he would have. But this new Daniel doesn’t seem like the kind of person that makes bets he doesn’t know he is going to win. So why would he bet the marriage at all?

It’s all so confusing it makes my head spin.

I remember last night he said that he would buy me clothes, but right now, I don’t see any. All I have is this nightgown, the panties I’m wearing beneath it, and the gown I wore last night which is likely still on the floor of the living room. Part of me doesn’t dare leave this room wearing this, and the rest of me is saying that I’m silly. After everything that happened last night, after being on my knees with his cock down my throat, it seems a little foolish to play the prude.

But still, I’m hesitant. What is he going to say when he sees me? How do I face him after that? But it’s not like he doesn’t know I’m in here, and it’s not like I can just sit in here all day and hide. As if to get me off my ass, my stomach growls at that moment. I guess my body is telling me to stop being a chickenshit and leave the room.

The room I’m in is bigger than I remember last night. It’s actually a suite, with double doors that lead into living room. I try to open one of the doors quietly, but the large door isn’t quiet. In fact, the loud clicking of the lock opening seems like it’s screaming into the silence just for me. Of course.

If Daniel is awake, there’s no chance that he doesn’t know I’m here.

I think that there was a dining room somewhere on the other side of the living room, and maybe a kitchen. But I don’t have to explore much, because I can smell food cooking. It smells delicious, like eggs and pancakes. All I have to do is follow my nose.

I walk around the corner from the living room into the open dining room, and I’m proven correct—there is a huge table piled with food. Everything that I smelled along with fruit and yogurt, bacon and sausage and ham. It’s a literal feast, and my stomach growls again.

Daniel is sitting at the head of the table, reading the paper. I didn’t realize that people even read the paper anymore, but it looks so natural for him to be doing it that I don’t doubt it’s something that he does every day. He’s dressed in just a jeans and t-shirt, but is no less sexy than he was in the suit. Just in a different way, more casual. Though I don’t doubt that feral side of him is lurking just beneath the surface. I take a moment to drink him in, examining the way the jeans hug his thighs, and the way the t-shirt exposes the perfect physique I only got to feel last night.