The Coming of Anna (The Manhattan Series) (4 page)

“When you are told how
worthless and revolting you are, you start believing it.  Emotionally I became
completely dependent on him.  I got scared when I thought about the children
growing up and one day leaving the house.  What if the physical abuse started
again?  By now I knew Mark well enough to know he was capable of murder.”

“So when did you finally decide
to leave him?”

“I did not.  You may not
believe it, but I thought my only choice was to make our marriage work.  And
then, shortly before our children moved into their own place, he left me.  One
morning he just came to me as I was leaving for work and told me that he would
not be there that afternoon.  He was moving out and he wanted a divorce as soon
as possible.  It was only later that I faced the truth about the other women.”

“Did you know all along or did
you only find out after the fact?”

“I knew all along that there
were other women.  So much of what he said and did just did not make sense.  I
would find all kinds of proof that he had been with someone else.  A few times
well-meaning people even called or came to the house and told me about some
woman he was cheating on me with.  But somehow I pushed it to the back of my
mind and never allowed myself to think about it.  Even after he left me I never
allowed myself to picture him with another woman.”

“The crisis came when his
doctor called me about six months after he left me.  He had been diagnosed with
HIV.  He did not have AIDS but he was HIV positive and according to the doctor,
I most likely would test positive as well.”

“I could not ignore it any
longer.  I had to have myself tested regularly for six months before they knew
for sure I was not HIV positive.  Being confronted with Mark’s cheating in such
a harsh and real way, forced me to face that demon.  It made me mistrust people
and men in particular even more than before.”

“Come here,” Thomas said as he
drew me closer to him.  “I will never cheat on a woman I am in any kind of
relationship with.  And I would surely never beat a woman or hurt her in any
way.  I am sorry that you had to live through all of that.  Now I am here and
while I am around, you will never be hurt.  I promise you that.  I will kill
anyone who dares to hurt you.”   

I have just walked into the house, when my phone rings.  I
have not heard from Thomas all day and jump to answer his call.  I have missed him
so much but I try to keep my voice even as to not let him hear my excitement.

“Hello, Darling.  How was your day?  Did those little
monsters give you a hard time today?”

“Hi.  My day was okay; just a bit long.  I just got home. 
How was your day?”

“It was a monster.  I had one meeting after another.  Then
one of the guys at the factory almost cut his hand off with one of the saws and
I had to see that he gets the right care.  Do you have any idea how much
paperwork is involved when a worker gets hurt at work?  I have people who are
supposed to be on top of all these things but I like to be involved with the
everyday running of the business.  Especially as far as my personnel is
concerned.  Fortunately the doctor said his hand is going to be okay.  He is going
to be off work for about six weeks, so HR will have to find someone to replace
him as soon as possible.  Reliable temporary staff is hard to come by.”

“My poor darling.  You must be very tired.  Do you want to
come over and I can cook us something?”

“No.  That is why I am calling.  It was such a stressful
day.  I feel like going to a bar tonight.  Will you like to come with me?  We can
have something to eat somewhere if you like.”

“That sounds great.  At what time must I be ready?”

“Will it be okay if I pick you up in about an hour?  Wear
something comfortable.  It is not a fancy place.  I like going there when I
really need to relax.  And what I need tonight is you and a really stiff
drink.”

“Okay, I will be ready in an hour.”

I put down the phone and jump in the shower.  I was tired
but the thought of spending another night with Thomas, energises me and when he
stops in front of the door, I am ready to leave.

I can see Thomas’
appreciative glance as I walk to his car in my tight leather pants.  I smile a
bit when I think about the fact that I am not wearing anything underneath.  And
there is no bra under my black t-shirt, either.  Fortunately Mother Nature has
been good to me.  After breastfeeding two children I can still get away with
leather pants and no bra.

I
get into his car and he
gives me a kiss, which I return just as gladly as I jumped into the car. 

He asks:  “Are you ready?”

“Yes, we can go.  Where
exactly is it we are going?”

“Oh, you will just have to
wait to find out what the night holds,” he says with a seductive smile.

He puts on my favourite CD
and we drive off.  I softly sing along to the song.  I notice Thomas looking at
me with a smile and lean in for a kiss. 

“Hey, eyes on the road,
Buster!”

He laughs and puts his hand
on my thigh and then higher up to my waist.  I know exactly what he is doing. 
He is trying to feel if I have panties on.  Naughty boy!  I give him my most
seductive smile, as I am sure he is already horny.  Where is he taking me?

At the traffic light, he again
tries leaning in for a kiss but is interrupted by the honking of a car behind
us.  The light has turned green and he has to go.

“You aren't wearing any
panties, my darling,” he says.

I feel a little reckless
tonight, so my only reply to him is my hand on the inside of his thigh, right
next to his growing cock.  He keeps driving without another word as I rub his
now full-grown hard on.  When I unzip his jeans, much to my surprise I see that
he is also not wearing any underwear.  He laughs at the astonishment on my face
as he zips up before I can do anything else.

“We are here, my darling. 
And no use you act surprised.  You don’t have any underwear on either, you sexy
thing.”

As we step out of the car,
Thomas takes me by the hand and leads me inside a dimly lit bar.  He leads me
to a small table in the corner of the room. 

A couple is just leaving. 
When they walk past us, the girl whispers in my ear:  “That is a really lucky
corner.  Go for it.”

We sit down and Thomas pulls
in all the pillows, making sure I am comfortable.  He heads to the bar and comes
back with a cocktail for me and a scotch for him.  I feel relaxed with the
music playing in the background. 

The velvety feel of the place
runs over me and with the smooth red drink going down my throat, I feel myself
slipping into a state of only sub-consciousness.  I cannot remember when last I
have felt this relaxed.

Thomas puts his hand around
my back.  We do not speak much but use our other senses to communicate.  He
gives me a deep kiss.  While holding my drink in my one hand, I caress his
chest with the other.  He puts one hand between my knees on the inside of my
thighs.  Slowly his hand moves upward.  I can feel my body responding to his
gentle caress.  His hand finally reaches my pussy and he starts rubbing it
through my pants.  I can feel the heat rising within me but I push him away. I
am not used to such public shows of affection but somehow tonight I do not care
if the whole world sees me.  Even though we are in a dark corner of the bar,
someone could still see us if they are really looking.

“Excuse me for just a
minute.  I need to use the ladies’ room.”

When I come back to the
table, I have changed into a short denim skirt.  I giggle at the surprise on
his face. 

“Yes, you never know what I
could be hiding in my handbag.”

“It seems to me I need to
take a journey through your handbag sometime.  I might learn some of your
secrets,” he replies.

When I sit down next to him,
he immediately continues where he left off.  I am very wet and I know he can
feel it as he pushes a finger inside me.  It slides in easily, even though I
can feel that I am still very tight.  As he pulls his finger out, I let out a
little moan.  I open my eyes and see him lick his finger.  The sight of him
enjoying my juices drives me crazy and all I want to do is get on him.  But
even though the bar is so dimly lit, people will be able to see if I go that
far and I am not feeling that reckless… yet.

Thomas must be in sync with
my thoughts because he quickly finishes his drink and gets up. 

He holds out his hand at me: 
“Are you ready to leave?  Time for stop number two of our evening, my darling.”

He has a coy smile on his
face.  I know that between the drink I had and the feelings rushing through me
I cannot be thinking clearly.  With his finger inside me, Thomas took me right
to the brink of no return.  But I trust him, so I get up and follow him out of
the bar.  That certainly was a lucky corner!

**********

He turns the key and we drive
off.  I can see his strong profile against the glow of the streetlights.  I do
not even care where we are going.  As long as I can be with him; enjoy him as I
have been up to now.

“Let me continue where I had
to stop before we went to the bar,” I say and unzip his pants.

I start stroking his hard
cock and I can see he loves the feel of my hand on him. 

“Anna, I am going to cum if
you don’t stop.  Stop!”

I stop and open the window on
my side an inch in an effort to let the fresh air clear my head a bit.  What is
going on with me?  I feel like I cannot control myself.  I just want Thomas to
ravish me and forget about the rest of the world.  The cool night air helps me
recover a bit. 

We stop in front of a tall
building on the west end of the city.  Thomas tells me to wait in the car for
him and goes inside.  Where are we?  I look around and realise he has stopped
in front of his offices.  He has told me that he owns an office building but he
only uses one floor for his own business.  The rest he rents out to other companies. 
His factory and workshops are in another part of town.  When he told me this,
it was so matter-of-fact that I did not realise the enormity of his business. 
It is only now, sitting in front of this beautiful steel and glass structure,
that I get a glimpse into the business part of his life. 

Thomas soon comes back and
leads me out of the car, into the front door of the dark building.  The only
light I see is the glow from the streetlights outside but it shines brightly
enough through the huge windows that we can easily find our way through the
maze of offices and workrooms.  The whole building is hulled in an eerie
darkness and the feeling that we are somewhere we are not supposed to be,
excites me.  We go to the back of the building where we get into a service
elevator.  I am glad the inside of the elevator lit up as soon as the doors
opened.  Being in a pitch-dark elevator in a deserted building at night is not
the most romantic thing I can think of. 

I squint my eyes against the
sharp light and Thomas encircles me with his arms.  He presses my head against
his shoulder and holds me while we ride the elevator to the top floor.

As we step out of the
elevator back into darkness, I can hardly make out the door in front of me. 
When Thomas opens the door, my eyes widen in amazement.

The roof is lit up with a web
of fairy lights.  There is a small table with two chairs.  Next to it is a
table full of the most exquisite finger food.  There is also wine and champagne
to suit every taste.  A huge daybed with blankets and pillows fill part of the
roof.  Soft music plays in the background and drowns out the sounds of the city
below. 

“Are you having a party?” I
ask, astonished.

He laughs:  “Yes, we are
having a party.  I will be the host and you, my dear, my only guest.  Are you
hungry?”

“Famished,” I say as he leads
me to the table.  I cannot stop looking around at the amazing scene surrounding
me.

We make us each a plate and
Thomas pours some champagne into two flutes. 

As we sit down at the table,
I ask:  “When did you put all this together?  It definitely could not have been
during the few minutes I was waiting in the car.  Or do you always have it at
the ready?”

“No, this is usually a bare
roof with just a couple of tables and chairs for the smokers and other workers
who need some fresh air.  I have a very competent assistant called Eileen.  She
has taken over the mother role in my life and when I told her I wanted to do
something romantic for you, she put all of this together.  Of course most of it
was my idea!” He laughs.

“I think Eileen wants to see
me married so she does not have to leave her soap operas during the evening to
accompany me to all my business functions.  See, I told you my life has
revolved around work.  But now I have you filling every corner of my mundane
life and making it exciting and worth living.”

He leans over and we kiss
with only the sound of the music in the background.

“Anna, I think I am falling
in love with you.”

He draws away from me a bit. 
I see him watching me but the declaration came so sudden that, for what feels
like a lifetime, I am unable to react.

“I’m sorry.  I know we
haven’t known each other for a long time.  I know you have been burnt by love
in the past.  But I can tell you I have never felt like this about anyone.  I
am a businessman.  When I make a decision, I don’t procrastinate about it.  I
don’t worry about what convention says.  I met you, I get to know you a little
better each day and the one thing I know is that I do not want you to leave my
life ever again.  So yes, I am quite sure that I am falling in love with you.”