When I saw that bastard's mouth on Lana's I could have killed him. He dared touch what's mine. Or at least what should be mine. Seeing her in distress, horror all over her beautiful face, I blamed myself for what happened. I don't know why exactly but I feel responsible for it. I cannot help but think that if I handled everything better her first kiss would still be hers...or mine.

After the guards separated us and the whole situation calmed down, the first thing I did was go to Lana's place. I knocked on her door and she opened for me. Then she threw herself at me and I knew in that instant that what she needs is protection. She spent her whole life on her own not knowing love and not knowing the feeling of being cared for. I am not the man who knows how to love and provide care but with her I feel the urge to do it. Not out of pity but because of the way she is. It's just that I didn't realise it until she got hurt. Thankfully I stopped it before it went further.

Now, as I'm holding her little frame while she is sleeping I don't dare to move. I can't blame her for wanting more than sex but I am not capable of giving her that lovey dovey affection she wants. Maybe we could meet in the middle?

Lana is my type completely. A submissive little nymphet I've always dreamed of. The situation isn't perfect but it wouldn't be reality if everything was ideal. I want her badly and I want a good submissive. She seems to be it but I need to give her more for her to be mine. And perhaps I should. Putting some effort is nothing if I'm getting the kind of girl I want. Maybe she's worth it.

I woke up next to Adrian. Despite last night's incident I've never been happier. It's probably the nicest morning I've ever had. Although I am a little bit surprised that he stayed.

He was still sleeping and I used the opportunity to stare at him. I studied every inch of his face and something unfamiliar was happening inside of me. However he stopped my thoughts when he woke up.

"Let's make some breakfast, shall we?" It was the first thing he said after we stayed silent for a few minutes, just looking at each other. I nodded in agreement.

Adrian went to the bathroom to wash his face while I took out everything he needed in the kitchen. He wants to make waffles. I never had anyone make those for me before, usually I do them myself. After he was done I went to wash my own face and teeth. Despite looking all puffy and having my hair messed up from sleeping, I feel comfortable being around him like that. It's simply me being my natural self.

"These will be the best waffles you ever tried in your life. Do you have some maple syrup?" For once, he wasn't all serious. I nodded in response and smiled, passing him the maple syrup.

"Gordon Ramsay who?" I joked and it was the first time I saw him genuinely smile. Not smirking, not teasing just laughing. And it looked beautiful on him. The way his eyes shined and thin wrinkles which formed around them were the usual sight of someone laughing but for me seeing him like that it was something else. Especially since my joke resulted in it.

Once we set the table and took a seat, he watched me closely as I took my first bite. Wow! They really are some good quality waffles. I complimented him immediately but teased that they don't beat mine. He announced it's a competition and therefore he must taste mine as well. I agreed, happy to have an excuse to spend more time with him.

"Are you okay after last night?" He got serious again and asked while I chewed.

"I'll be fine." I said in response and he finished off his last waffle.

"Okay, I'll leave you my phone number. Call if you need anything. I have to go now." He got up and I followed. He asked for my phone and I handed it to him to type his number. He called himself and cut so now he has my number too.

Don't say it Lana, just don't say it! I fought my inner desire to ask about her but lost the fight. "Going to see Scarlett?" I let out and immediately regretted it. He was headed for the door and stopped once he heard the question, turning to face me.

"Yes. Is that a problem?" He asked studying my face carefully, curious to find out whether I'm jealous or not.

"No, you can do what you want. I just wish you didn't give up on me so easily." I made it seem more subtle than it actually is.

"I thought about it while you slept." He paused thinking. It looked like he was deciding on something, then spoke again. "Will you be willing to have a little meeting with me and rediscuss the terms? Maybe we could meet half way." The moment he suggested it I thought of Ms Heilig. It made me excited because I thought I'd never get another chance from him. Happiness filled my body.

"Maybe. But what about Scarlett?" I questioned not really caring. I want him for myself.

"Let me deal with Scarlett. Tonight at ten. I'll pick you up." And with that he left. Since today is a Sunday and I'm not working at the club, the timing is good.

Unlike usually, I felt the urge to call Ellen and tell her all about it. I mentioned Ms Heilig and her crazy but true advice, and how tonight there is a new chance. She sounded really excited and told me to call her over tomorrow so I'd tell her everything.

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I spent the day getting prepared. I put on a face, hair and foot mask, changed the colour of the nail polish on my toes, tweezed my eyebrows and made sure that I'm shaven everywhere. We are not going to have sex nor is he going to look at my feet, but it just makes me feel sexier being all maintained.

Adrian messaged he was in front of my apartment building so I sprayed some more perfume and took one last glance in the mirror before leaving. I wore a high-wasted denim shorts with a wide black belt, a cropped white tank top, sneakers and a black 90's style shoulder bag. I completed it with thick gold hoops which are medium sized.

"You look pretty." He complemented me as I entered the car. I thanked him and we drove in silence.

He parked near an old building complex and lead me inside one of them. We entered an apartment which was really large and had all its furniture covered with white sheets. I took a good look around, scanning the place. He closed the door and motioned for me to take a seat on the covered couch.

"My grandpa used to spend time here when he wanted to get away from everything. Now it's mine but I don't live here." He explained while I sat down. It felt stuffy so he opened the window letting some fresh air in.

Sitting down next to me but leaving a gap in between, Adrian took a good look at me. It made me uncomfortable, so I spoke breaking the silence. "What are your new terms?" He sighed before answering.

"I can't give you a romantic relationship because I myself am not romantic, but I can make nice gestures. Also I can't promise that I'll get attached but I won't refrain from it nor will I limit you." He paused for me to say something.

"Go on." I asked for him to continue wanting to hear everything first.

"I want to own you and be able to take you however I want but I won't stop at that. I'll let it go further if it's meant to, it won't be just physical. That's what I can offer." He finished off. So basically he wants a sexual relationship but will let it escalate into something more.

"And how can I trust that you're not just saying that to get me?" I showed my doubts.

"Fair enough. There is nothing I can say for you to believe me before seeing it through my actions. But I give you my word." I didn't trust him entirely but I wanted to, so I did. "So? Are you taking or leaving?" He asked looking me deep in the eyes, his perfect blonde hair being slightly messy. I'd be a fool to leave it even if it's just sex, this man is like a god.

"I'll take it." I had a lot to say and ask, especially about Scarlett, but ended up being simple and brief. He smirked.

"A wise decision. Now it's time for you to show me what you're offering and I'll decide. Although I've seen enough to know I'll like it. But just to be sure..." Not certain what he meant I showed confusion. Didn't he agree the moment he approached me with this idea?

"I don't understand." I was clueless.

Keeping his serious expression and with his demeanour suddenly obtaining certain dominance, he spoke shortly. "Take your clothes off." Almost choking when he said it, I hesitated.

"A-all?" I stammered not having expected from him to be sexual immediately. A tiny bit of me regretted it because I felt unready. But maybe it's shy rather than unready.

"Yes, all. Now!" He ordered raising the tone of voice slightly and motioning with his eyes for me to get up.

Giving myself a motivational speech inside that I need to relax to get what I want, I began taking my clothes off. I started with my top. He didn't show any particular reaction and it wasn't difficult for me because he has seen me dance in my underwear at the club. Still, I felt nervous because this time it's different. Opening my belt, I put down my shorts. I let it fall on the floor and removed my feet out of it. He watched me intently. I felt very insecure to take off my bra and took a while doing it. As soon as I removed it I let him look at my chest for a second. Then I covered it with my hands, looking down.

Adrian leaned forward and by placing his hand on the small of my back, he pulled me closer. I looked him in the eyes and he slowly removed my hands off my breasts. "Let me see." He whispered gently. I let go.

"Good girl." He took some time looking at my small breasts and making me shiver with excitement. I got wet.

He took the liberty of slowly pulling my panties down earning a deep gasp from me. I immediately felt ashamed of it because it gave out my arousal. I was now completely naked and he eye fucked me while making me turn around and looking at my body from every angle. He suddenly cupped my left breast with one hand and my right butt cheek with the other. His grip was tight and I let out a soft moan. I want to be at his mercy, all his.

He let go of my body and leaned back. "I'm in. You're mine."