He stood his ground. “Do it. Fucking do it you pieces of shit.”
NO! It would ruin him. It would ruin us. My mother would never understand. She would destroy him. This shitty uptight town would eat him alive. He’d be broke. He'd be homeless. He’d be gone. I’d never see him again. I had no idea what would happen to me. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that this. Us. Would never happen.
“I’ll do it.” My voice was barely a whisper as three pairs of male eyes turned to gaze at me. “I’ll do it under one condition.”
He leaned close and spoke in hushed tones. “No. Never. This can’t happen.”
“You don’t understand.” I had tears in my eyes as I spoke. “I have to. Without you I’ll die. If you have to go away I’ll die. I need to do this. Let me do it for you.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. I felt guilty laying this emotional blackmail on him, but I had to. He had to understand what I would willingly do to keep him. He hung his head. Defeated.
“Alright then.” Sal rubbed his hands expectantly. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a party. What’s your condition sweetheart?”
I surprised myself when I blurted out my answer. It was my darkest secret. A desire I kept hidden away deep down inside. I know I wanted it and I knew he’d want it. It was the one thing that would complete him. The one thing my mother refused to give him. I took a deep breath.
“I’ll do it, but only Daddy gets to come while he’s inside me.”
His jaw dropped. Stunned by my revelation and what it implied. I looked at him with pleading eyes, desperate for any kind of response or recognition. Somewhere, deep underneath the shock and confusion I thought I saw a hint of a smile. A glimmer of joy. It would have to do. I just hoped it wasn’t wishful thinking.