His Brat (Pt. 5)

Walking home, my mind is screaming at me. I shouldn't have done that last night, but nothing can change it now. I won't go back and work for Marcus tomorrow, for some reason I like him so going back will just make it harder. He doesn't want me, that was clear from the way he acted.

I open the door to my apartment and look around. Two weeks, that is all I have left. The truth is, I am hiding everything from everyone. In two weeks, I am going to be evicted. If I have no luck with a job by then, I am packing up what little clothing I have and going home. That should be fun, I can just imagine it now.

"Hey everyone guess what? I failed, I am home for good, you were right." Yeah, that sounds like something I would have to say. I don't want to go home so these next two weeks I won't sleep or eat until I find a job.

Sitting down, I open the laptop. Marcus on my mind, and last night my fingers begin hitting the keys.

Dominant: Is someone having power and influence over others.

Synonyms: Presiding, ruling, governing, controlling, commanding, ascendant, supreme, authoritative, most influential, most powerful, superior.

So, is that what he is? He is a leader, and ruler anyway because of his business. I know little about the world he is in, but I feel compelled to find out more.

Sitting, I tap my fingers on the table trying to think of something else I can search that I saw in his contract, the word brat popping into my mind. Typing it into google there are standard terms for the word brat, but not the meaning in BDSM. My fingers type again, including BDSM at the beginning, once again the first result telling me about it.

Brat: A type of BDSM label, in which a sub (in most cases) enjoys misbehaving to the (dom, caregiver, etc.) for attention and punishments.

I keep reading the sentence over and over, my finger clicking on the links in the text. I continue reading the new websites, clicking on more links and night falls, my apartment is now dark. The light from the sun has gone, I know I said no sleep or eating, but I need sleep.

Climbing in my bed, I close my mind, Marcus is there in my vision his smile perfect, the memory of him ripping my dress and underwear off me, making me moan. My eyes finally close as I drift into a deep slumber, Marcus following me, plaguing my dreams like a disease burned into my mind, never leaving me alone.

Waking up it is 6 AM, I got two hours sleep, but I don't have time to waste. Getting ready, I go out and begin the search for a job. Each day that follows I do the same. The next two weeks fly by, everyone refusing me a job, the ones who offered me a position mentioned Marcus, so I turned them down. It doesn't feel right only getting the job because he has told them to give it to me. Tomorrow is officially the day I have to leave here and go back to my hometown. The last rejection comes from a small, simple law firm. Leaving, I walked straight home.

Two weeks. Two weeks of running from business to business, living on less than one meal a day, less than six hours sleep, and still no job to show for it. Tomorrow they will post that awful red "Evicted" sign on the door, and I will leave. So, now I have to suck up my pride and admit I failed; opening my phone, I find Ivy's number and message her.

"Okay, I quit, you were right. Can you please come to collect me tomorrow at around four? I am coming home."

I place my phone down and wait for her reply, What will she reply? Will it be, 'I told you so?' It doesn't matter really, I know she will come and drive me home. My phone buzzes picking it up; her text is a simple one worded response. "Sure." Well, that is that sorted, climbing in my bed I close my eyes. I wish my dad had not passed, he would have known what to do.

I would love to speak to Ivy about Marcus and get advice, but she does not even know about him. I don't see the point in telling her, it was a one night stand that shouldn't have happened. It wouldn't have happened if I didn't lock my keys in here. My mind can't fall asleep, not at all.

I know what I am going back to, a small town to work in a cafe and be a waiter. I didn't want that for my life, but what choice do I have? Laying in bed, I watch as the sun rises, hardly moving at all. Just processing the thoughts of how much I have failed.

My tears begin to fall as reality sets in, I really do have to go back and listen to everyone saying "I told you so." The worse thing will be listening to them telling me that I was so busy trying to chase a stupid dream I never saw my dad in his last months.

That is something I will regret my whole life; I was so busy with university during my dad's last months, I saw him maybe six times. I should have been there more; I missed those final moments. I can't stop crying, damn this world, and damn all the companies in this city for making it hard for me.

My phone bell rings, I can only guess Ivy is here. Time to let the fun begin, walking over I lift the phone.

"Come up, Ivy." I press the button and turn to grab the only two bags I have and get ready to say goodbye.

"Anaya." My body stiffens hearing my name, my hands wiping away the tears as I turn to face Marcus. He shouldn't be here, not at all.

"What the hell are you doing? You honestly turned down every job I secured for you? Why?" He looks angry, but he shouldn't be, hell he shouldn't even be here!

"Because I don't want anything from you Marcus, you shouldn't even be here and like it matters now anyway, I am moving back to Gosnold today, that was the life I was meant to live."

Turning, I begin checking I have everything packed I need. Fact is I do; there is nothing here I need to take.

"Anaya, just accept one of the jobs, stop being so stubborn, you don't have to go back to a tiny town and work on a checkout for the rest of your life." I laugh at his words, he has no idea.

"Actually, I am going to be a waiter, not that it has anything to do with you, Marcus. You made it clear that night was a mistake, now can you leave, please, I am waiting for someone to pick me up." My words get louder with each one until I am shouting.

What is it with men? He can't have me, but doesn't want me to leave the city? Well, it is happening. I am not working for someone because he asked them to let me. Not a chance.

"I will leave when you see sense; you can't just run away and admit defeat, you need to keep fighting." I turn to face him, hearing his words. I walk past him to the door ripping the note off it and throwing it at him.

"Admitting defeat, is that what you think I am doing? Take a look. I am officially evicted, I stayed well past my welcome. The 'keep fighting' sentence, I have been here for years fighting living on what little money my dad left me. Which, let's be honest, ran out three months ago. You know when I should have left, but no, I stayed and kept fighting and maxed my overdraft with no way of paying it back. I have basically been starving myself to try and succeed, and when I finally found a job, I fucked the boss and lost it the same day." He looks at me shocked. Okay my outburst maybe was too much, but he has no right to come in here and tell me what I should or should not be doing.

"Just take a job Anaya and stay." He looks at me, and I shake my head.

"No." Does he really think I will?

"You would rather fail then take a job I guaranteed you could have? Just accept one of the jobs. God damn it, Anaya, stop being stubborn." A laugh escapes my mouth hearing his words.

"No, and sorry, but you can't control me as much as you might like controlling your brats." His eyes spark with interest. Hell he looks hot right now, just like that night, and all I can do is think about kissing him. I won't though, turning my back to him, the silence lasts far too long.

He has clearly left. The feeling of the tears brimming my eyes, making me wonder if I made the wrong choice. Why did he have to come and make out like I am quitting? I have tried for years; I have practically starved myself the past month trying. Standing, I try to compose myself, I don't want to look a mess when Ivy gets here.

Turning, Marcus is standing right there. Our bodies almost touching, my sex pulsing at the closeness of him.

"Damn you, woman." All I can do is smile, his lead lowering and his lips press against mine. I don't care if this is another mistake, I will take it because when I leave, it will at least be a sweet memory to take with me.

His hands grab me and pick me up, my body slamming against the wall, as his hands begin ripping open my shirt and my hands start pulling at his as moans escape my mouth. His hands begin ripping my underwear off, my skirt lifting around my waist, and I unfasten his trousers. His shaft is pushing out, my hand stroking him and moaning.

His lips begin kissing my neck, slowly his teeth biting in, as his cock pushes against my sex. I moan, feeling him entering me, his hips moving quick and hard, my back pushing against the wall. His hand is running from my hips up to my neck, grasping it. Moaning I look into his eyes. Screw the job, why can't I just have him?

He keeps going, his hips moving faster, one hand on my hip and his other hand clamped around my neck, my nails digging into his back as I feel my orgasm rise. My screams are loud as he still somehow manages to thrust harder, sending me over the edge. My body trembling as he finishes himself.

His head settles on my shoulder, the quiet, "Fuck," he whispers tells me, this was yet another mistake.

"Stay." His word quiet, and I shake my head.

"I have nothing here, nothing at all, Marcus." This feels weird, my legs are still wrapped around him, his cock is still inside me, and the wetness is slowly running down my leg.

"Just stay, I have another offer, just tell me you will stay?" My heart wants to. It is screaming say yes, even if he never wants to see me again, just so I may get this again. Even if it is only once every 10 years. My head is smart and telling me to burn this bridge right now, and never come back to it.

"Look, give it a month, if you don't like what I have to offer, I will drive you back to Gosnold myself, and I will admit defeat." I sigh and nod, what am I doing? This is going to kill me, yet I want to see him.

"Fine." My word, quiet, and he releases me. Walking into the bathroom I get cleaned up before walking back out. He is sitting on my bed waiting, so what is his new offer? I walk over and sit next to him, his hand going into his bag and pulling out a contract. Taking it, I look at it, "Brat contract." Why is he handing me this?

"I had a backup plan. If I couldn't stop you going, this was the next option; just try it, if you don't like it fine, but try." Hell, I want to say yes, I want to get today over and over again. I am no fool though; today was a very, very small part of him, yet here I am considering it.

I don't want to leave not trying, but what other option do I have? Agree and sign his contract and be his brat? I know enough about it now that I know what is entailed, but I don't feel strong enough to walk away, so slowly, I nod. Now the issue of I need to sort out is somewhere new to stay, that is not something I had thought about.

"Thank you, I mean it. At any point, you say no, I will take you home. We will discuss the contract in full tonight at dinner. But right now, I am taking you for food, because you look awful." I go to shake my head, and he puts his hand up.

"You will stay at my place, not in my room but another room. We will sort you out somewhere to live after if you want your own space. Grab your coat, and I will carry your bags." Nodding I grab my coat, picking up my phone I text Ivy.

"Change of plans, I am staying. Call off the pick up." I put my phone in my pocket and follow Marcus out. He places the bags in his car and waits for me to join him. Getting in the car, my phone rings, looking at the screen it is Ivy, so I best answer it.

"What the hell Anaya, just come home and stop this. You can't live there; you can't feed yourself. How the hell are you going to find a way to pay for a place?" She is shouting and angry, why should I have to stay in our small town? This is why I left because everyone told me I should stay at home and I wouldn't make it.

"I am not arguing, Ivy; I may have found something that will help me stay here, I will let you know." I hang up, not wanting to argue, just as the car stops outside a small restaurant.

I am taking a risk here, a huge risk, but I don't want to walk away from him, I don't want to give him up yet.