I could feel his breath against the skin of my neck. “Tonight, ma jolie, it was far more than anything I’d ever done before. Being with you is…it is like its own special place in the world. I shall never have this again. I want you to know I appreciate what you are giving me.”
Even though I was tired, so ready to sleep, I rolled back over and held him close. He put his head on my chest and snuggled into my breasts. That’s what he needed, where he wanted to be. I’d give him that, because he was giving me something too, the realization that I was more than just Mia the sister, the daughter, the friend. I am a woman. A woman with feelings, desires, aspirations, and I was not just the sum total of what my mother left me with all those years ago.
Being an escort was what I needed to do for now to save my dad once more. A means to an end. At least I’d enjoy myself in the process.
Cuddling close, I ran my fingers through Alec’s long hair. He groaned and snuffed against my chest and slowly became dead weight. For the first time since meeting Alec, he fell asleep in my arms.
***
Today Alec made me breakfast…in bed. Apparently he was pretty pleased with last evening’s photo shoot. I couldn’t wait to see the images. I encouraged him to view them in private in the event that I attempted to jump him. He said we would later, but again…we had much work to do. A quick morning orgasm with Alec’s mouth between my legs, and I was rip roaring, and ready to go. Literally. He’d used it as a means to get me up and out of bed. Sneaky bastard. I’d made it too easy on him. All he had to do was please me, and I’d hop to it.
When we arrived at the loft, he hustled me into my chair. Only we were standing in front of the painting he’d done last night of Aiden. This time he had me remove all my clothes and stand side by side next to the painting. Then he had me turn to the side and place my left hand over the paintings erection covering some of it. My other arm was tucked into my hair. He leaned me on my elbow along the wall. So if I was lying down, it would look as if I was jerking Aiden off. Alec took a ton of still shots like this. That was it for the day.
The following day he had me once again in my chair and painted my lips. He led me over to the painting he’d finished last night only this one was simpler. It just had a silkscreen over the painting of my arm reaching out. Once he positioned me, he had me kiss the silkscreen image of my hand over Aiden’s cock. It was interesting to say the least, though I didn’t quite understand it.
“You will Mia, I promise,” he said but didn’t explain further. Another day passed, and this time when I arrived at the loft a giant painting of Alec and me deep into the throes of passion had been painted and hung alongside the image of Aiden. In between the one of Aiden, and the one of us held a silk screen of Aiden and me. Only this was not a picture I’d planned to see, nor did I think he’d taken it.
The picture was taken when Alec had stopped the photoshoot yesterday. This one was when we’d faced away from one another. Somehow though, our nakedness had been captured where a limb covered the important private parts. I had my knees up to my body, Aiden had turned and was reaching out to me. If the picture wasn’t captured so honestly, I would hate it.
I pointed to the image in the center. “Why is that there?” I asked.
“You know why.”
“Are you trying to be obtuse?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. Look at the three as a whole, not as one, and you will see it.”
I stared at the first image. Aiden caught in the act of pleasing himself, finding gratification in his own hand. My hand coming over trying to hide his private moment from the world but not being able to. Then the image of him trying to touch me when I was uncomfortable and unsure of what we were doing. Then the painting of Alec and me intertwined. My leg was over his, he was inside me, but you couldn’t see the actual penetration. My arm around him prevented my breasts from being exposed. The look on our faces was precious. We were both at the height of our love making tumbling over the abyss together.
When you viewed the three together, it told a story. A man pleasing himself. The man who was supposed to love and protect my character but didn’t. His love was not being returned as shown in the second image. Then finding love in the arms of another.
“You see it now?” Alec whispered into my ear as his arm came around me from behind and pulled me into him.
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s broken.”
“Broken love?”
Again, I couldn’t find the words so I just nodded and leaned back into him.
“Then that is what it shall be named. They will be hung together and labeled Broken Love.”
Of course it would. Broken love. That’s all I’ve ever had. It’s all I know. How very fitting.
Chapter 8