Page 10 of Hale's Pawn
I look over at Ainslee,she’s passed out. I told her I’d let her sleep. I get out of the car, slamming the door, but she doesn’t wake up. I sigh. I walk over to her side and get her out of the car. This girl barely weighs a damn thing in my arms. The weights that I bench are heavier than her. I bring her to the only place where there’s a bed, my room. I drop her on the bed and all she does is groan, but she rolls over while sleeping. I study her for a beat. My shirt swallows her up, making her look like she’s playing dress up. I narrow my eyes at her because I know now that she’s a damned flight risk. I take a good look at her. Ainslee isn’t unattractive or anything. She’s beautiful as fuck, but she’s not my usual type. My type is usually taller so that I don’t have to fucking bend down to talk to her face to face. She’s so fucking little.
I let her sleep and I change my clothes to something more appropriate for staying home. I’ll work from here instead.
As I take my clothes off, I smell her all over me. Now I get where she gets that damned vanilla and sweet cherry scent from. It’s her shampoo or something and now it’s all over my fucking clothes. I remove the clothes, placing them in the basket for my maid to take to the cleaners as soon as possible. I lift my t-shirt up, ready to remove that as well, but I smell it. I inhale deeply and exhale. Hold on? What the fuck am I even doing? I change out of that and put on running gear. I walk over to my room and I lock Ainslee inside since she’s hard of hearing.
Running wasthe smart choice because now that I’m back, I’m very much less annoyed, grumpy, and horny. Usually, when I want to get my dick wet, as Jagger would say, I’d cross over to the States to avoid bullshit, but now I’m married and have access to unlimited pussy. If Ainslee didn’t want to fuck, she’d say it by now. I think she enjoys the push and pull. The fact that she came to me when I called her a second time, she deserved to get fucked good enough to sleep. The house is fairly quiet, like I’m used to it being when I’m here by myself. I walk to my room, unlocking it, but Ainslee hasn’t woken up. She’s moved from the position she was in at first and now, she’s more on my side. I go check on her. “Ainslee… Ains?” I place my hand on her back and she jolts awake.
She turns away from my touch like I just did something inappropriate to her. What the hell? Her eyes are wide and she stares at me for a moment as if she doesn’t know who I am. She blinks a couple of times and then I see recognition in her eyes. “Sorry,” she apologizes. She looks around the bed sitting up. “Did I fall asleep in the car?”
“Yeah. Why did you just do that?” I ask her.
“Do what?” I may not know what Ainslee’s tells are, but this is easy to see. There’s something about touching her back that she doesn’t like or something. I’m a businessman and I can tell when someone grows uncomfortable. It’s my job to make a room uncomfortable when it needs to be, but that’s not what I’m trying to do here. If I’m going to be married to this woman, then we need to figure out our common ground. Not today, but when it comes time to.
“Look, I’m going to say this once. I don’t like lies. Don’t fucking lie to me. You didn’t know that before, but now you do, so take that shit to your grave.”
Ainslee stares at me. “If that’s what we’re going to do then I don’t like being yelled at. Just don’t yell at me and everything is fine. You don’t yell and I won’t lie. Deal?”
“Whatever,” I say and begin to walk away.
“Uh, question, are all my things in the other room? I need to do my job and check on things,” Ainslee says.
I look at her, cocking my brow. “You work?”
Ainslee looks offended. “The hell? Of course, I do. I own Margot’s French Press and I work my ass off with my online business.”
I stare at her for a second. How did I not know that she owned Margot’s French Press? “Hmm, interesting. Anyway, your things are in the other room but your bed is in here. Are we clear?”
“Crystal,” she says and moves up the bed.
I shake my head and head for the shower to get my day started.
AINSLEE
After Oran goes to shower, I get out of bed. My entire body is in some weird, blissful soreness. I don’t hate the soreness, to be honest, I just am in a tight spot right now. If I’m not careful, this man is going to stretch my pussy out for fun and I won’t have a choice but to always remain with him. Or worse, he’s going to fuck me so good and well that I’ll follow him around like a lost puppy. I could already see it happening to me. He’s like the perfect, life-size bear that I could snuggle up against. I shudder at the thought of cuddling when that’s the last thing I want to do.
I head into the room and my eyes widen at his boxes and the lack of furniture in the room except for my plush, white couch. My desk is the only thing Mikonos set up. What an ass, but the rest of my equipment is in a box and so is everything else. I sigh at how much room I have, but I have to figure out what to do with the space. Thank God for the backdrops that I have with me and the new ones I ordered. I enter the room, shutting the door behind me. I change into one of my many shorts and cropped sweater outfits. I go for the teal one.This one has cinched sides on the shorts. I braid my hair into a french braid and the first thing I do is set my camera up, my iMac, and then my speakers. I start the music in the background as I press record on the camera. I pause the music and begin to tell my followers what I’m doing; setting things up in the room. I smile at the camera and show my outfit as well so they can see what I’m wearing. I press play on the music again, letting all the songs just play and I begin to do what I need to do.
I lose myself in my work, not really hearing anything as I finish up for the day. I look around the room, I can do a part two tomorrow or something. So far, it isn’t bad. The walls are all white but my computer station is there, giving it a bit of a modern vibe. My makeup station is set up parallel to it so that if I have to turn to it, it won’t take me long; it’s entirely glass and all my things are in there. My ring light is strategically placed right behind the other camera that’s set up to give me different angles. I go over to the camera I set down. I pick it up and do a once over turning the music down low for ambience. “Okay guys, so this is day one of setting up this new area that I will be filming from. I will put the description in my bio of this video for the white plush carpet, I know I’ve seen the comments asking where I got it. I didn’t do anything crazy, like spend thousands on this. It’s affordable. This glass desk is a bit on the expensive side but we can work with a promo code for y'all, I’ll get that figured out. My desk, my iMac, and the Pro are all the same. I didn’t upgrade because I don’t need to just yet. Finally, there is the coffee and chill place; the glass coffee table and the plush white couch. Trust me guys, it’s worth setting it up. I can’t wait to break it in! Oh! Before I forget,” I say as I turn it towards me. “I will be doing a giveaway for the kabuki brushes that I had last season since the new ones are dropping soon. I will include a new one in there because, duh! But you know what to do; follow, like, and subscribe to this channel. Also, follow me on Instagram, leave a comment and let me know where your favorite vacation spot is and what kind of makeup look you love going for! Oh! I almost forgot guys, lipsticks… I’m not wearing our new red lip today but I did wear it for my wedding day. I will be posting pictures as soon as I get them back! I didn’t forge—,”
“Who the hell are you talking to?” I hear Oran ask me. I face him and he’s looking at me like I’m crazy. “Are you filming yourself just talking? What the shit?”
I snicker. “I’m a YouTuber, dude.”
“YouTuber?” he asks.
“Yeah. Like I have a channel and stuff. I post makeup tutorials, tips and tricks. I also promote my brand,xosexee.”
“That’s your brand?” he asks.
“Have you been living under a rock? What the fuck do you think I’ve been doing?”
“Honestly, asking your daddy to put guns to people's heads.” He shrugs.
“My God… it was one time, Oran. Once. I’m sorry, okay? When are you going to let it go?” I ask.
“Never,” he answers without hesitation. He licks his lips as he eyes me up and down, lingering in the doorway.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” I ask. “I’m kind of the type of person that likes to be alone. You seem like you’d understand.”
