Page 7 of Sexy Beginnings
“Not the lips you can see, Sweets.” Her face instantly reddens. Damn this girl is innocent. “Next to her is Cheeks.”
She waits a beat before shaking her head. “I’m gonna guess it’s not ‘cause of the cheeks on her face?”
“Bingo. The one sitting on Twisted, that’s Boa.” I nod over to the recliner.
“Like the feather thing girls wear?” Her blue eyes are staring at me.
“Nah, like the snake that’ll squeeze you tight ‘til you burst.” Her hand shoots to her mouth in shock and I can’t help but laugh. “Last is Venus over there.” When Lucy looks over, Venus is in front of a brother on her knees, wiping her mouth after completing the task she does best.
I can tell by the look on her face that she’s trying to figure it out. “I give up.”
“Ever heard of a Venus fly trap? Damn things will eat anything ya put in front of ‘em.” She chokes on the sip of water she was drinking.
“Wow, so they just sleep with them?” She looks around the room at the different interactions.
“No, they fuck and suck. Ain’t no brother ever take a whore to his bed to sleep. Once you become a club whore that’s all you’ll be. Some of the brothers have wives or girls, those are the old lady’s. They don’t hang out at the club though.”
“So you guys only marry older women?” Her hand runs through her dark hair.
I laugh again at her innocence. “You really are sheltered. An old lady isn’t necessarily old. It’s just a title. It gets you respect around here. I think I’ll save the explanation of the brother’s names for a different time.” She nods at me but I can tell that she is trying to digest everything. “Pres says one of your jobs is gonna be cookin’. I wouldn’t do nothing ‘til Doc gets back though. You know you can’t leave the building right?” She nods. “I’ll get you a phone so you can call me if you need anything and I’m out. Any questions?”
“No, your life here is just so much different than what I’m used to.” She looks down at the floor.
“I heard about your story, but I don’t know much about the beliefs. Care to enlighten me?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
“They say it’s about religion.” She shrugs her shoulders. “We are taught that God wants us to multiply not divide our houses. They think it makes them like the men in the bible who had multiple wives. Everyone sees it as a thing that holds our community together. The only way you can do that as a woman is to be completely submissive. The older women train the young wives in the traditions so that they can please their husbands. Whenever a man feels as if God is calling him to expand his family, he can go to the prophet and request another wife. The leader of our community is called the Prophet. He claims God tells him who the women should marry. Many times it’s a member of your family, immediate or extended. They follow biblical standings which don’t follow the country laws so they don’t feel as if age is an issue like people in modern society.” She glances up at me, and her cheeks are red. She’s embarrassed. Her voice gets lower. “They don’t care if you’re happy, happiness doesn’t matter. You are only to worry if you will be making it into heaven, which you can only do with your submission.” Her eyes don’t meet mine when she finishes. I couldn’t imagine growing up like that.
They are basically brainwashing people. “I’m not judging you. Just tryin’ to understand. Guessin’ from the way you talk you didn’t believe any of that?”
Her head shakes. “I don’t feel like God would want me to be unhappy. I don’t think he would want my uncle and the other men to treat their wives the way they do.” She yawns and when I look at her, she looks like she could pass out at any minute.
The girl has been through the ringer and her life isn’t gonna be easy from this point on. “Why don’t you go get some sleep? I’ll send Doc down when he gets back.” She stands up and starts to walk away before coming back to stand in front of me.
“Jordan?” I raise my eyebrows at her in question. “Thanks for today.”
The way she is looking at me makes me want to wrap her in my arms. I want to take down anyone who has ever hurt her. “Anytime.” She walks out of the room and I take a long swig of my beer.
“You’re fucked, brother.” I look up to see Brick standing in front of me.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the way you were looking at her. Have fun for the next four years, hopefully your dick doesn’t fall off.” He laughs as he walks away.
Dickhead.
He isn’t lying though.
I’m attracted to her.
The way she looks at me as if I’m her hero.
It’s wrong.
She is so damn pure.
I’ll ruin her.
Corrupt her completely.
