It wasn’t.
I did it in front of some people she didn’t want to look bad in front of. I didn’t know that at the time.
Then, two nights later I was leaving a party when I heard people behind me. Of course, just like in a fucking movie, I was all alone. I had nobody with me because nobody wanted to be with me. I looked over my shoulder and saw three girls following me.
The leader, Jess, the one who hated me.
I thought I was going to get beat up. I did not run because I couldn’t run. The last thing I wanted was to be the fat girl who was chased down and beat up. So I stopped and turned. I thought I could settle it fairly, but before I could say a word, they were on me. Jess slapped me and one of the other girls tripped me. I fell to my ass and Jess lifted my shirt. I screamed and kicked but it only fueled Jess. She loved it.
Then she took out the knife.
Her friends suddenly weren’t so happy to be part of Jess’s plan. I don’t think they knew what Jess had planned or what she was really capable of. As I stared at her, I stared at evil. Pure evil. Like nothing I can describe. She turned with the knife the pointed it at me. She brought it to the tip of my nose.
‘What do you have to say now, fatty?’ she asked and then cackled.
What could I say back? I had no words.
‘Jess, that’s enough, come on,’ one of her friends said.
‘Fuck that,’ Jess said. ‘We’re going to help our new friend. That’s all I want to do is help...’
I remember that like it was yesterday. I can hear it perfectly in my mind.
All she wanted to do was help me.
And by help, she wanted to cut my size, literally.”
Macy stopped and turned her head. Against the soft glow of the low wattage light, Derreck’s eyes still looked strong. They didn’t give an ounce of compassion nor sympathy and for Macy, that’s just what she wanted to see. Seeing the stone wall and sexiness of Derreck made her realize that by telling the story, it was like getting it out once and for all. In return, she wouldn’t receive tears, hugs, or anything that most people did by giving in to the story and living it with Macy. Derreck simply listened. He let Macy get it out, the way she wanted to tell it.
And by staring at him, it made her feel open and it made her feel honest.
She continued.
“I didn’t think Jess was serious, well, at first, I guess. I don’t know. That look in her eyes, when I think about it now, I should have started kicking and thrashing. Her friends wanted nothing to do with it but I was frozen. Stuck in a fear that had me paralyzed. I watched Jess slowly move the knife down to my stomach. When the blade touched me it didn’t hurt but I screamed anyway.
I looked to her friends and said, ‘Please...let me go. Don’t do this...’
Jess dug the knife in and started to twist it. She moved with such a frantic speed, just cutting me, not actually stabbing me or threatening to kill me. Her friends let me go and started to run. Jess called them ‘backstabbing bitches’ and continued to slice at me. It took me a few seconds to find the strength to fight back so I kicked her and I tried to fight my way back up. But when I saw blood, I freaked out. I thought I was dying. I held my side and waited to die, alone.
The worst part was that Jess just sat there and laughed at me. It wasn’t until a set of headlights appeared did Jess finally move. She ran, leaving me there. The car thankfully stopped and a man helped me. He gave me his sweatshirt to hold to my side and he took me to the hospital.”
Macy stopped and took a deep breath. A much needed breath. The smell of her room had slowly become a welcoming mix of her soap and the scent of Derreck’s cologne. She liked it. She could get used to it, easily.
“What happened to Jess?” Derreck asked, so calm and collected still.
“Everyone ratted her out,” Macy said. “As much fear as she put in people, they were able to band together and testify against her. She got kicked out of school and went to jail for a year. Like I said, she didn’t actually stab me, she just cut me, but the cuts were deep enough that they... well... scarred...”
Derreck ripped the sheets off Macy’s body, a move so sudden and unexpected, she gasped. His right hand touched her hair. With each stroke of his hand, more of her soap smell filtered into the air. When his left hand touched her body, Macy sighed. The sweet smell of her sex was still burning with desire for Derreck.
Derreck’s hand cascaded down Macy’s body right to her scars. She winced and closed her eyes, hating that he was touching her there. Her mind still tried to convince her that the scars hurt even though they didn’t.
“Macy, look at me,” Derreck said.
Macy shook her head.
“I didn’t ask, Macy...”
Macy opened her eyes and turned her head again. She stared at Derreck and followed his eyes as he looked down to her naked body and visible scars. His fingers stroked up and down her scars a few times. He didn’t need to say a word to tell Macy that the scars didn’t matter. That they were just pieces of imperfect marks on her body, nothing more and nothing less.
To confirm his speechless point Derreck slid his hand beyond Macy’s scars. As he touched her bare mound, following the curve of her body to her moistened folds, her eyes went wide. She had never watched a man touch her like this before. Seeing his fingers and feeling them, was extremely erotic. Macy gripped the sheets with her right hand and with her left hand, she dug under the sheet for Derreck’s body. She found his rippled flat stomach, just her fingertips touching a small well kept thatch of pubic hair. Her nails dug at Derreck, making him moan as two of his big strong fingers played between her legs. He made gentle shapes and caressed her entire sex. Down and up, feeling her folds, opening her sex, and curling his middle finger at the right spot, right at her sensitive clitoris. The subtle touch made Macy jump. Her nipples were then instantly hard, aching and throbbing again.
The word
again
kept ringing in her mind until she finally whispered it to Derreck.
“Again...”
“Of course,” Derreck whispered back.
He kicked the sheet off his body, showing Macy that he was ready too. He was large and thick and her hand couldn’t help itself as she gripped him. She pulled at him, loving the way he felt, stroking him with a tight grip.
“Roll towards me,” Derreck said.
Macy listened, welcoming the opportunity to hide her scars again.
She faced Derreck, his fingers still enjoying her soft, wet skin. She brought her right leg up and opened her legs, pulling at Derreck, wanting to guide him to her body. Derreck moved again with sudden force. He was sneaky and sexy, and just perfect at it all. His fingers left her slit and his entire hand crashed against her backside. Macy moaned and felt her lower half tumbling towards Derreck. At the same time, Derreck slid towards Macy, thrusting at her. The thickness of his erection moved between her legs, sliding along her wetness.
As Macy ran her hand up Derreck’s body, going towards his shoulder, wanting to take his shirt off, he reached for himself, lining his thickness up to Macy. She tried to relax her body, wanting Derreck to enter her with ease, but it was impossible. Derreck had to battle his way into Macy, penetrating her with hard thrusts and loud groans, enjoying the angle and extreme tightness of her body.
Macy held Derreck’s shoulder tight. She looked at his body, enjoying the way his white shirt clung to his sweaty body and how it hid some parts of him. Each time he moved, all she could see were muscles flexing.
He was deep in her, his hand back to commanding Macy at her ass. He pulled at her, wanting her to thrust. So Macy did. Again. And again. Soon Derreck began to match her thrusts and together, they savored the feel of each other’s bodies again. Derreck held Macy as tight as he could while she let her fingers travel any muscular curve she could find. There were plenty and the only time she had to stop was when she began to come, reaching a climax that left her shaking. The intense angle of Derreck’s erection entering and exiting her left parts of her sex pleasured that she didn’t know were possible. His body and length allowed them to face and fully satisfy one another. Derreck came to his climax and continued to pump at Macy. After he started to come, he slipped out of her to finish on the bare skin of her mound. Macy watched as Derreck throbbed and released, her body still thrusting.
It was most erotic thing she’d ever encountered.
After they finished, Derreck pulled the sheets back up their bodies.
“You’re done hiding,” Derreck said.
Macy didn’t reply.
“I can’t get enough of you, Macy,” Derreck said, “and that’s why you can’t hide from me. I can’t resist you, or myself around you. I can’t handle secrets from you. No more hiding in closets or under clothes.”
Macy still didn’t reply. Hearing Derreck talk was something beautiful. A man that wanted to hold her, have her, and pleasure her. Even his commanding side was perfect, just what she wanted in her life. Derreck wouldn’t back down and she never wanted him to.
“Look at me,” Derreck said.
Macy did.
“Is there anything else to hide?”
Macy shook her head.
And just like that, Macy had found the nerve to lie to the sexy billionaire in her bed.
When Macy woke
the next morning and found her bed empty.
He knows...
The moment came and went when she heard the strong voice of Derreck coming from outside the bedroom. She moved from her bed, wrapping the sheet around herself and went to find him. She didn’t like waking up alone and didn’t like not being able to see him. It was only one night with Derreck, their first actual complete night together, and Macy already felt spoiled. She couldn’t picture another night in her life without Derreck next to her. Touching her. Holding her. Having her body as he commanded it.
As she walked down the hall towards the kitchen, Derreck finished his phone call. When he saw Macy, his eyes lit up. To Macy’s shock, Derreck was fully dressed, the only thing missing was his suit jacket.
“Business,” Derreck said, waving his cell phone. “I have a development project in upstate New York and I need someone to run the project. I can’t be in two places at once and I refuse to let someone in my company just pick someone. I like personal interviews, one on one.”
Derreck half smiled, tearing Macy to pieces on the inside. He moved towards her, his hands out, finding comfort against her body. After touching the sheet for just a few seconds, Derreck ran his fingers along the slit of the sheet, forcing Macy to release her grip. It fell, leaving her naked in front of him.
“That’s much better,” he said.
His hands repeated their erotic gesture, this time without the annoyance of cloth in the way. From her wide hips up to her heavy breasts, his fingers touched and savored Macy. At her mouth, he made lines around her lips and Macy daringly flicked her tongue at the tip of his finger.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.
“Like what?”
“Trying to have power.”
Macy blushed.
“It’s okay,” Derreck said, “it’s human instinct. We all want power. But we all can’t have it.” He paused, thinking, and then said, “Come to my office today at noon.”
“Are you leaving now?”
“I have to. Interviews are starting in one hour.”
“How many?”
“Enough. Come at noon, dressed beautifully. You can sit in the office with me. I’ll show you power... and when the office is empty... I’ll show you...”
His left hand dropped and then touched at the inside of Macy’s legs. He came within an inch of touching her delicate, still tender spot, but didn’t touch her. It would keep her wet all morning.
“Noon,” Macy whispered. “I’ll be there.”
“Of course you will,” Derreck said. “But that doesn’t mean you get to slack off today.”
“No?”
“I want you to paint until it’s time to get ready.”
“Paint what?”
“Whatever you heart tells you to. I want to see you, Macy, inside your art. Don’t fear what could be, don’t fear failure, and don’t try... just do.”
Macy turned her head, looking at the painting she had started the night before. That job came to a crashing halt when Derreck showed up at her door.
“Yes,” Macy said, “I will.”
“Good girl,” Derreck whispered.
He leaned in and kissed Macy’s cheek. She quickly looked at him, wanting more. When he kissed her a second time, lips to lips, that wasn’t satisfying enough either. Derreck flicked his tongue at Macy’s thin lips, then smiled, leaving her dangling on a string of pleasure. From between her legs up to her quivering lips, he had mastered her body and everything she could ever ask for in sex.
“See you at noon,” he said.
Macy watched Derreck leave her apartment and when the door shut, she quickly grabbed for the bed sheet and pulled it back up. She pulled it up and over her head, leaving an opening to see, and she rushed back to her room and collapsed to her bed. There were so many emotions running around her mind and body she couldn’t grasp any of them. She thought about going against Derreck’s wishes and just staying in bed until she was set to meet him. But then something came to her... was it not the best time to paint? All the emotions swirling inside her like a messy portrait. On top of that, she finally was able to tell Derreck the secret of her scars, one of the most important conversations she ever had.