Chapter 3 Love beyond the agreement

THREE

Anabel

I flagged down a taxi as soon as I was out of the club. I didn't need to check the address of where I was going as I had it in my head. I hadn't needed to pick the call either as there was only one thing that it could have meant: my presence was needed immediately.

I recited the address to the driver as I would say a memory verse and leaned back on the seat as he nodded and continued driving.

I didn't know how I felt as we got nearer to my destination. I was tired and would love to sleep and yet, I was eager to see the person who had called me out.

The way our relationship had started was weird but I no longer found it as such. didn't know how to explain it but it was beginning to be cool.

The taxi stopped and I paid the driver, breathing in hard as I stepped out of the car. I knew what was about to happen. It was almost the same thing that happened anytime that I was called over and yet, I was as nervous as the first day that I ran into him.

I breathed in and moved towards the house. I walked up the long staircase to the door. I didn't have to knock. It was unlocked already. I pressed my hand down on the knob and walked in.

He was there seated on an armchair facing the door and his eyes zoomed immediately on mine when he saw me.

"Welcome home, dear." He smiled at me.

I didn't respond and moved forward, walking towards him. He might think that my place was home but it wasn't to me. Home was with my grandma where I would rather be at the moment but I was here against my wishes, called out by the agreement that I had signed.

"Won't you answer me, Anabel?" He asked. I sighed. "I am tired and would rather have gone home." "You should have told me that. This is why I want you to quit your job and stay here with me." I snorted. As if I would stay at home and be his always available fuck maid.

He heard my snort and frowned. "What is the problem? You know you can always tell me anything, Anabel." I kept quiet. As if that had worked the last time that I had tried it. The day I had told him I was tired, I had walked out of the club after my shift to see a car and a driver waiting for me to take me to his place.

I had learned that day that he was not to be argued with. He wanted what he wanted when he did and never made any compromise. "Would you have listened?" "I would." He stood, walked up to where I was and pulled me into his arms. "What do you think that I was?"

"My sugar daddy." I said without hesitation. I had met him at a party and he had asked me out. He had an allure that I liked and I had agreed to go out soon with him.

Even though he was older than I was and never promised me anything beyond pleasure in between the sheets, I didn't mind but I started to as time went on.

I craved more than what he had to offer me and I couldn't leave because of the contract I had signed, even though I loved the huge money I got from him.

I had made an agreement with him that I wasn't going to tell anyone of the relationship with me, I wasn't going to cheat on him and I wasn't going to break up with him without any tangible reason. If I wanted to leave the relationship, I had to draw up a contract to nullify our agreement or wait for two years.

I didn't think that I was ready to spend the money I was trying to save up on to start a business on a lawyer and have one know of the mess I had gotten myself into. I had just few months to two years and then I could tell him that I wanted to break up with him. I could wait for that even though I was tired of the form of relationship I had with him.

I didn't know exactly what type of relationship I wanted but I wanted more than I wanted at the moment. I had never had a relationship as I was busy studying and working to fend for me and my grandmother while I was growing up that I had never experienced what it felt to have a real relationship but deep down, I knew it was more than what I had at the moment.

I had lost my virginity to a boy on prom night just to not have my friends tease me and blend in with them but it wasn't about love.

"Ouch, Anabel." He winced and looked hurt. "What else am I to call you?" I asked. "We are not exactly in a relationship." "But we have something going on with us." He explained. "Saying that I'm your sugar daddy makes it sound as if I use you for your body and you want me for my money."

Wasn't that what it was? There was hardly a day that he called that we didn't have sex. I didn't think we had ever talked this long after my arrival. He was always waiting with his dick hard and aching for me that he took me the moment I stepped into the house.

We never walked out together, ate together or did anything couples do together except fuck our minds out when we saw each other and he thought that we were more than a sugar daddy and a sugar girl. "It might not be like that but we aren't exactly a couple." I replied.

I sighed, knowing that what I was about to say wasn't going to be funny to him. I didn't know how else I was going to say it though.

"I want a break." I blurted out. He looked at me for minutes like I was joking and he couldn't believe what I had just said to him. He blinked and it felt like the spell had been broken.

"Are you serious?" His voice was gruff as he spoke to me.

I nodded. "Yes. I don't want this to continue anymore."

"Sure?" He asked as if he was still finding it hard to believe what I had said.

"Yes, Quinn." I replied. I could tell that he was hurt.

His face flushed with his emotions and I was sad. I had thought that he would be angry and I could find ways to counter his anger but I hadn't been expecting his hurt.

"Anabel," he called softly, his voice broken. "Why are you breaking up with me?"

"I... I..." I couldn't even go on with what I wanted to say. How could I explain to him what I didn't understand myself?

He smiled, his green eyes twinkling at me. "I know. It's common for young people to get bored. Let's spice things up a bit."

"I..." I wanted to tell him that it wasn't about the bedroom but he interrupted me.

"I know how to chase that longing to leave me away. What if I told you that I like you, Anabel, and I'm not with you because I see you as someone to exercise my old groins? Would you still stay?"

Like? I wanted more than like. He continued. "Is it because I'm old?"

I snorted. "You talk as if you are old. You are only twenty years older than I was. I knew you were old before we started this."

"Then why are you changing your mind about us?" He grinned, flashing his teeth at me.

"Quinn, I'm not bored. I only want this to end. There is no future for us." There.

I breathed out in relief. I had finally said it. It felt good that I had finally summoned the courage to talk of what I wanted to him. I wanted to be a free woman, and not bound to a contract that I was no longer interested in.

He grinned. "What do you mean that there is no future for us?"

"Quinn, you know what I mean." I sighed. "You don't know what you are talking about, baby. Tell me the future you want and I can make it come true."

"You can't. You stated it in the beginning that you can't give it." He paused. "You want love?" "Yes. Is it a crime to want that?" I sighed. I realized I was beginning to fall in love with Quinn or I wouldn't be talking of this. I didn't have any objections before and that was where the problem was.

He sighed. "We talked of this, Anabel." "That doesn't mean that I can't change." He sighed. "This is getting boring. Come here and I will put that fantasy out of your head." He said and pulled me closer.

I was about to argue but couldn't get the words out. I gasped as he pulled me closer, bent me over and yanked down my jeans all in a blink.

He palmed my ass in between his hands and pulled me to his crotch. My bare ass rubbed against the rough material of his trousers and I moaned, getting turned on. He did this for a while, fucking me through his clothes and I could feel the way his cock was getting bigger and straining through the fly of his jeans.

I moaned as he curved his hands around my mound and inserted his fingers into my core. He stroked me, his fingers hitting my clit and I began to shake in his arms, shuddering as I screamed out my pleasure.

He set me down on the couch and I turned on my back, watching as he unzipped his trousers and undressed till he had nothing on him anymore.

His groin was hard, thick and pulsing with life that I let out a groan as I licked my lips and forgot all that made me want to leave him.

He was good and had a way of turning me on that my brain turned to mush and my tired bones came to life.

"Oh! Quinn." I moaned as I watched him palm himself in his hand. He was stroking himself, knowing that I was watching and teasing me.

"What do you want?" He asked, his grin as naughty and devilish as it could be. "You." I moaned.

"I thought you wanted to leave me." He reminded me. I sighed. Come on, Quinn. Don't be a spoilsport. I should have known that I was going to suffer for this. "I..." "Tell me it was a mistake." It wasn't but I was going to say anything about to get the release that I wanted. "Quinn, please!"

I practically begged him to fuck and stop teasing me. He knelt down between my legs and pulled my hips up as he arched my back on the couch. I jolted off the couch as I felt the first dip of his tongue in me. He held me down with his hands; one on my hips curving them and clamping my hips to the couch and the other on my breasts, squeezing them and holding me firmly pressed to the ground as well.

This was fire. I moaned, arching and pushing my hips deeper into his mouth as he sucked and twirled his tongue around my clit. I wanted to explore. I was on fire.

"Don't you dare." He growled, his voice rumbling through my core. "Oh!" I whimpered. "I'm so close, Quinn." I wept. "Endure it." He said even as he continued his sexual onslaught on my pussy. "Oh! Fuck!" I groaned. "I can't." I screamed as I felt my toes curl and my spine tingling in pleasure. He pulled me suddenly and slammed his penis into my core, burying himself all the way in. "Come for me, Anabel."

I screamed as I shattered all around him, knowing that he loved it when I came with him still pulsing inside of me. I breathed, my skin feeling tingly from the release I just had.

I was barely down from the clouds when he began to move inside me, pushing and thrusting in as hard and fast as he could. I moaned loudly, holding on to him as I moved my waist along with him.

I could sense his desperation and reluctance to let him go. I didn't want to let him go as well but I had to be honest with me. He couldn't give me what I wanted. I clung to him and rode the waves with him, wondering if he could sense that I was saying goodbye to him in a way.

I hoped I found a way to resolve this without hurting him and spending a dime on legal personalities as well.

I felt him stiffen and knew he was close. I was close as well and moaned as he thrust hard into me one final time and jetted his seeds into me. I screamed minutes later as I came, my core vibrating all around me and my legs shaking. I feared I would have fallen off the couch if he hadn't supported me with his hands.

He stood up seconds after I was a bit calm and walked off to the bathroom to wash himself off. I blinked back the tears in my eyes as I watched him walk away, wishing that he would stay here with me and hold me in his hands, cuddling me to his chest.

I snorted at my thoughts, wondering why I loved to fool myself. He never held me after fucking me and I didn't think that was about to change anytime soon.

I wondered how I could have fallen in love with a man like Quinn who didn't want me beyond my body though he argued that wasn't the case. I shrugged as I picked myself off the couch so I could clean myself up before going home. It was what it was.