reached across the table and held his hands as he had done to me a moment earlier, tightening my grip as I expressed that which he longed to hear and I feared to admit. “I am drawn to you in a way beyond any friendship or lust; I desire your total protection and your unconditional love. You have become my ideal, and I am ready and willing to do anything for you.”
We were frozen in a moment that would shape our lives forever, but it gave me no knowledge of whether the shape we would take at the end of this would be superior or inferior to what we were now.
Seeing as he was almost immobile, I took it upon my self to cement my convictions of what I had agreed to; I placed the contract on the table and signed my name. Gently placing the pen down, I turned the contract to face him and moved it forward.
“Are you sure you have thoroughly thought about this? You are prepared to adhere to everything within the contract and accept direction from me as I see fit?” Alexander looked concerned that I was diving into this with my heart and not my head.
And I probably was, but I had dealt with much more complex agreements; this was nothing I couldn’t handle—or so I hoped.
“It is you who doubts your abilities with regard to the contents of the contract; I eagerly signed on the dotted line. Your signature is the one that’s missing, Mr. Mason. If I have misunderstood the purpose of this contract or the instructions detailed within, please do tell.” For some strange reason, my agreeing to be taken control of gave me the feeling of utter control. I felt safe and in a place where I longed to be, a place where I should be: in Alexander’s life.
“I have no doubts, Evangeline, not in you nor in me.”
And with that, he held the contract above the table, examining my signature in a sort of disbelief that I had signed, accepting and willing to be his submissive but, more importantly, to love and be loved unconditionally without fear. It wouldn’t be easy, but nothing worthwhile is easy to gain, or so someone once told me.
And with a swift movement, Alexander tore the contract in two halves.
“What are you doing?” I asked in complete confusion.
Alexander paused and smiled. His cheeks held a sweet and victorious flush of color, and his eyes were pleased. “You being here is the signature that I needed. I can tell you the contents of that contract by heart. Your presence is the confirmation that you are willing to try. This paper is a symbol of what we both want. My discarding this paper is an acknowledgment of the fact that we’ve both taken the first step and that no document will hold us to what we are fated to do or be.”
Alexander’s gesture was indescribably fulfilling and comforting. At first I had trouble understanding the point or purpose of the contract , but now I knew: Alexander couldn’t care less if I signed the contract; my showing up after reading the contract was enough to solidify my feelings for him.
“Agreed,” I said as I stood and walked over to the intercom on the wall while Alexander watched me, baffled.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I shushed him, picking up the intercom phone. “Brant, it’s Eva. Would you please gather my belongings from the front desk? The doorman is holding them for me. You can bring them to Alexander’s room; I’ll unpack them later. Thank you.”
Brant’s voice was that of utter happiness. He must have known that Alexander loved me and that my being here would fill the last empty part of the puzzle.
When I turned back toward Alexander, I didn’t have to look far; he was standing beside me, with eyes of a lion ready to claim what was his. “You’re moving in?” he asked.
“Did you or did you not read this contract? Maybe you should reread it. I did—at least a dozen times. It states that I will reside with my master, and I will fall into slumber and awake to the dawn in your arms every day and every night from here on in. Did I get it wrong?”
We were frozen in a moment that would shape our lives forever, but it gave me no knowledge of whether the shape we would take at the end of this would be superior or inferior to what we were now.
Seeing as he was almost immobile, I took it upon my self to cement my convictions of what I had agreed to; I placed the contract on the table and signed my name. Gently placing the pen down, I turned the contract to face him and moved it forward.
“Are you sure you have thoroughly thought about this? You are prepared to adhere to everything within the contract and accept direction from me as I see fit?” Alexander looked concerned that I was diving into this with my heart and not my head.
And I probably was, but I had dealt with much more complex agreements; this was nothing I couldn’t handle—or so I hoped.
“It is you who doubts your abilities with regard to the contents of the contract; I eagerly signed on the dotted line. Your signature is the one that’s missing, Mr. Mason. If I have misunderstood the purpose of this contract or the instructions detailed within, please do tell.” For some strange reason, my agreeing to be taken control of gave me the feeling of utter control. I felt safe and in a place where I longed to be, a place where I should be: in Alexander’s life.
“I have no doubts, Evangeline, not in you nor in me.”
And with that, he held the contract above the table, examining my signature in a sort of disbelief that I had signed, accepting and willing to be his submissive but, more importantly, to love and be loved unconditionally without fear. It wouldn’t be easy, but nothing worthwhile is easy to gain, or so someone once told me.
And with a swift movement, Alexander tore the contract in two halves.
“What are you doing?” I asked in complete confusion.
Alexander paused and smiled. His cheeks held a sweet and victorious flush of color, and his eyes were pleased. “You being here is the signature that I needed. I can tell you the contents of that contract by heart. Your presence is the confirmation that you are willing to try. This paper is a symbol of what we both want. My discarding this paper is an acknowledgment of the fact that we’ve both taken the first step and that no document will hold us to what we are fated to do or be.”
Alexander’s gesture was indescribably fulfilling and comforting. At first I had trouble understanding the point or purpose of the contract , but now I knew: Alexander couldn’t care less if I signed the contract; my showing up after reading the contract was enough to solidify my feelings for him.
“Agreed,” I said as I stood and walked over to the intercom on the wall while Alexander watched me, baffled.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I shushed him, picking up the intercom phone. “Brant, it’s Eva. Would you please gather my belongings from the front desk? The doorman is holding them for me. You can bring them to Alexander’s room; I’ll unpack them later. Thank you.”
Brant’s voice was that of utter happiness. He must have known that Alexander loved me and that my being here would fill the last empty part of the puzzle.
When I turned back toward Alexander, I didn’t have to look far; he was standing beside me, with eyes of a lion ready to claim what was his. “You’re moving in?” he asked.
“Did you or did you not read this contract? Maybe you should reread it. I did—at least a dozen times. It states that I will reside with my master, and I will fall into slumber and awake to the dawn in your arms every day and every night from here on in. Did I get it wrong?”
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