Page 25 of Taming the Bear
I gulp and pull down the covers so I could get in. Immediately, I’m hit with the smell of Downy and it makes me feel better. Someone must have come by and washed the sheets while I was out.
I try to be as secretive as possible as I look around and make sure that none of my stuff has been tampered with. I don’t see where anyone would have looked through my shit.
“Was someone in here today?” I call out to him. I get off the bed and go to my stuff that is lined up against the wall.
I already had my computer on the bed so I’m not worried about that but I’m worried about the other stuff. Like my files and flash drives and everything. Stuff that can not be replaced at all.
“Yeah. I had one of the probies come in here and wash my sheets and everything. I wanted to make sure that shit was clean for us.”
I look over my shoulder at him and he winks. “But you didn’t do that before. I was here by myself and you didn’t care about the sheets being cleaned.”
He smiles and his white teeth make my heart beat faster than before. “Baby, of course I had them clean my sheets before you got here. Why wouldn’t I? You think I’m going to bring my new ol’ lady into a dirty bed?” Joe’s leaning against the door to the bathroom and he’s looking sexy as shit.
“Whatever,” I say and crawl into bed. I’m slightly upset that he didn’t follow me into bed, but I watch out of the corner of my eyes him walking to his ensuite bathroom. When he comes out, he smells like light smelling cologne and it makes me tingle inside.
The smell of his cologne reminded me of the sheets from the previous nights. “So you sprayed the bed with your cologne? Isn’t that animalistic?” I used to watch a lot of Animal Planet and I know that a lot of male animals spread their scent on stuff to make them more appealing to the females.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he calls.
The edge of the covers to my right, get pulled down and he slides into the bed. His body is hot when his skin touches mine and I take a deep breath. God damn. Why is he so hot?
He leans up to turn off the lamp and when he gets back towards his pillow, he places his hand on my hip. “Good night, Chantal.”
“Good night, Joe.”
With his body so close to mine, I’m able to hear when his breathing begins to even out. His body is hot and strong all at the same time and it’s starting to lull me to sleep even though I have to text Big Sir to let him know that we can meet tomorrow. Joe’s hand that is resting on my hip begins to go limp and I grab my phone that is lying next to me.
ME: meet in the morning? I got some money for you
BIG SIR: look, little girl. You better fucking be there tomorrow. Don’t make me
BIG SIR: come find you and take the money out on you.
ME: early in the morning work?
BIG SIR: yeah. Meet you at the spot at 5:30.
ME: okay
I’ve owed Big Sir for the better part of my adult life and dealing with his bull shit is normal now. It’s about as normal as breathing and I wish that weren’t true. Whenever I think I’m about to pay him off and be done with him, more interest gets tacked on and there’s no way that I can climb out of this hole that he has me in.
Deciding that I need to focus on something else than Big Sir, I think about this hunk of man who is snuggled up to my back. This is the first time that I have actually cuddled with someone and I love it. My nerves are going crazy right now with the stress and anxiety of meeting up with Big Sir, and I soak up Joe’s strength from his body. I’m hoping that his strength and courage will spill onto me so I can soak it up like a sponge.
My alarm on my phone vibrates on my boob to let me know to wake up to bring the money to Big Sir. I must have just fallen asleep or something because I don’t remember sleeping at all. I slip out of the quietly and walk towards the bathroom where I stashed my clothes.
One of the last things that I want to admit to Joe is the fact that I owe Big Sir a lot of fucking money. Not even just a little, either. I’m talking about six digits. It’s embarrassing to me that I let myself go so far in debt but there was nothing else I could do about it. Big Sir knew that he had me over a barrell because he swept right in and handed me the money that I needed. I should have known that there was a catch and that Big Sir never had any intentions on letting me pay off.
I have watched a lot of friends that are in relationships allow their husbands to dictate what they do. At first I never understood why these strong ass women just let their spouse tell them what to do was beyond me. That was until Big Sir came along. It’s easier to just let him think that he’s in charge instead of standing up for myself.
I feel like a criminal as I’m creeping around trying to get everything together that I will need for my meeting. I can’t let Joe know that I’m in the hole so far because he will probably want to help.
Or so I’m guessing with all of hisI take care of what’s mineshit.
By the time I’m dressed, I have my hand hovering over the doorknob and I’m ready to get out of here. I walk through the mazes of hallways until I can see the door to get outside. I shit you not, they must have had someone that is excellent at making mazes design their clubhouse because I’m lucky to know how to get out of here.
The inside of the clubhouse looks different in the light of day and without everyone milling around. The pool tables have people cuddled and huddled around each other as if they were couples. I could see a couple of people didn’t bother putting on clothes after they were done doing whatever they were doing.
By the disgusting smell of ass and feet in the main room of the clubhouse, I would guess that it was a busy night.
