I smile as my handsome foot masseur continues his job.
“I’m breaking another rule,” he says as he brings my foot to his mouth and plants a soft kiss along my arch. “If some dimwit didn’t make up some silly rule about no kissing I’d give your feet a proper tongue massage, but it’s against the rules.” He gives me a mischievous cocky smile.
“I’ve never had a tongue massage, on my feet, that is.” I giggle as everything, including my clit, comes to life and tingles once again as I imagine his tongue doing wicked things to me.
“I’ll fix that one day, if you let me.” He lifts my feet, slides from under them, and moves up the bed to lie next to me. He drapes an arm over my waist and lays his head on my chest. He’s completely naked; his jeans are in the last room. If I didn’t know that he owned a hotel in St. Lucia, I’d say judging by his tan lines that he’s a surfer. I run my fingers up and down his back and his skin pebbles to my touch but still feels hot. I lower my nose to inhale his hair and it smells of something woodsy and manly. I wrap my arms around him and I kinda sorta feel safe for no good reason. I kiss the top of his head, and it feels strangely natural and calming being entwined with Liam.
“Stop smelling me and start at the beginning, Sara…when did you meet him?” he asks.
“If I rewind and try to tell my story, you must promise me a few things.”
He looks up at me and says, “Anything.”
“Promise to not react to what Jeffery and I share. When you hear my story, you have to accept that it’s not just my story but Jeff’s as well. Emily must never know any of this; she won’t understand. This will hurt her more than anything, and I can’t take that chance. I will lose the only true friend I’ve ever had. You also need to promise not to feel sorry for me; I don’t need pity.”
He moves up to my lips and kisses them, breaking yet another rule.
“Enough with the promises, I’m here for you. I can’t guarantee that I’ll fancy hearing about you and some wanker, but I will endure it for you. Someone other than you needs to have knowledge of your past in order for you to stop hurting and punishing yourself.”
I can’t believe that Liam Knight is about to hear my tale. He probably assumes that once he knows my truth, he’ll just be able to close his eyes and fuck me, as if I’m not the worse person in the world. Once you know the truth you can’t un-know it. I’ve kept secrets and told lies for long enough to recognize that right now is the best opportunity I’m ever going to get to unburden my wounded soul.
I close my eyes and begin telling him the story of Sara and Jeffery Rossi.
“Don’t You Want Me?” by The Human League
I could tell you the exact moment my life changed forever. The exact second, that if given the chance to go back in time and avoid, would positively, unquestionably, without a doubt alter my whole existence as I know it.
I was fifteen years old and I kissed a twenty two-year-old man. It was the first time I saw the inside of a nightclub and it later proved to be a night of many firsts. Eddie, my older brother, and his friends took Emily and me to our first New York City nightclub in the heart of the village. Twenty dollars got two under-age girls inside and my life has never been the same since.
My brother had just graduated from NYU and was celebrating with his friends their acceptances to law school. This was their last celebratory party of the summer before they would all leave the following week for schools across America. Eddie brought Em and me along to have fun… He didn’t really want to take us, but we begged and cried until he got sick of saying no and reluctantly agreed.
You should know that I knew all of my brother’s friends at that time, to my knowledge, that is. However, that night fifteen years ago, I also met the love of my life. The man who, unbeknownst to me then, would shape my existence and mold me into the Sara that the world thinks they see.