Drawn to You: Volume 1

By: Vanessa Booke

“I’m sorry, Rosaline. If Evelyn finds out, she’ll take everything from me,” he says, brushing the back of his neck.

“So you’re just going to throw us out like we’re garbage?”

“You can stay until you find another position somewhere else. If you’d like, I can get you a position with another family.”

“You asshole,” she screams.

The thought hits me that maybe Emily wasn’t hearing her mother and father fight, but rather my mother and her father. I can’t be the only one hearing this. I turn and stare down the hall listening carefully for footsteps, but none come.

“Rosaline, stop.”

“You told me you loved me. You said that you were going to leave your wife and that we would be a family.”

“I have to think about what’s best for my children,” he says, annoyed.

“No, you’re just thinking about what’s best for you. You got your dick wet and now you’re acting like none of this meant anything to you.”

I clench my teeth at the bluntness of my mother’s words. Growing up, I never once heard my mother say anything so crude.

“I do care for you, but I’m not leaving Evelyn. I can’t tear this family apart.”

“So that’s it then?”

“I can provide you with a year’s severance pay. It should help you get back on your feet. If you need more, tell me.”

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

I watch as my mother presses her hand to her mouth holding back another sob from escaping. A fire rages through me at Stefan’s obvious indifference to my mother’s tears. How can he be so fucking cold? I guess it shouldn’t be surprising that someone so wealthy would think a quick fix is to just throw money at the situation.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, touching her shoulder lightly.

“It’s too late.”

“I want to help you.”

“Keep your money, Stefan. I don’t want anything else from you.”

My mother’s hand lands hard across his face with an intensity that even surprises me. Even more astonishing is Stefan’s restraint and composure. He doesn’t flinch at the heat of her hand. Instead, he merely straightens his jacket and walks over to fill himself another glass of brandy. Tears stream down my mother’s cheeks as she turns away from him clenching her apron in her hands. I feel a pull in my chest at the sight of such a forlorn look on her face. I hold back the anger that’s been slowly building as it erupts through my veins. How long has this been going on? I grit my teeth as Stefan stands a few feet away from her seemingly unaffected by her distress. It’s hard to believe this is the same man that I’ve looked up to for the past year. This cold asshole isn’t who I thought he was.

It isn’t long before my mother forces herself to walk out of the room. Before I have a chance to leave, she catches me standing just outside the room. As if her tears weren’t bad enough, the humiliation washing over her breaks my heart. The need to comfort her overwhelms me, but I know there isn’t anything I can say that will make any of this right. I have no control over this situation and that scares the hell out of me.

“Did you hear all of that?” she asks.

I nod, unable to form words for the anger and disappointment that radiates through me. She slips her arm around me and I embrace her. Hot tears slip down her cheeks soaking my shoulder. I murmur I’m sorry against her long ebony hair.

“We need to pack our things and go,” she says.

Go? I look around the halls of the limestone mansion that I’ve learned to call home. My dream of having a normal life evaporates into thin air in a matter of seconds. My mind wanders back to the blonde angel only a few doors down and the words that she whispered to me. I hope you stay with us forever. I guess forever was never meant to be.



Four years later....

I start the night like any other night at the Pleasure Chest, dragging one of my subs into a playroom. Although I like to keep my relationships brief, I promise each one that no experience is ever the same. The women who come to me to play don’t necessarily live the BDSM lifestyle, but they relish carrying out their fantasies in the bedroom with me. Most of them are high-strung CEOs, stockbrokers, and even housewives looking to relax. I’m not one to argue if a paddle on their ass is how they like to get loose, but I’m more than happy to oblige them.

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