do. Before I would cook my own meals, but now I had someone to do that for me. I would wash my clothes, go to the store and shop, but Randall had someone to do all of that. With lots of time on my hands, I decided that I should go to college, and I presented the idea to him and he said, “Why do you need to go to college? All you will do is make yourself vulnerable to outside forces. I can’t protect you in a university.”
Nineteen and married to a man whom I’ve never slept with, nineteen and I can’t do anything for myself, nineteen and I will be a prisoner for the rest of my life, I thought.
Now I knew I had made a mistake, and I had to get the hell out of there.
I had no friends, and finally I welcomed the idea of a bodyguard. At least I would have someone to talk to, so I asked him, “When will you hire me a limo driver and body guard? At least I can get out and go shopping?”
“When I get the right one, then you can go out, until then, you will have to be content with staying in the compound. There are people here if you want to talk to them.”
“What about you. We don’t talk, and we never had sex. You never made love to me. I can’t take this any longer. I’m considering a divorce.”
“There will be no divorce. I’m running for the state senate and I need you. And you will do as you are told,” he says to me, his voice cold and distant. I had never seen that side of him, or maybe in my need to breakout and the lure of money, I didn’t look far enough.
At first I didn’t voice my unhappiness and my displeasure at what was going on in this sham marriage, but since when does a black woman do as she is told especially by a man who doesn’t have sex with her? I thought. That’s when I planned my escape because it was to be an escape. This place was surrounded by gates and brick walls with security looming around each entrance, and there was no way out of here, and yes, it had to be an escape because I was a prisoner.
To get around not going to college, I enrolled at an on line university taking courses to get a teaching degree, which would take forever, but I had nothing but time. I wanted to be a teacher since I was a little girl. I wanted to get the hell out of Virginia much sooner than my desire to become a teacher. But this is where I ended up. In a prison of my own desire.
Walking into Randall’s library he was busy talking on the phone and when I entered he announced to the caller, “My wife is here.” The person said something and his reply was, “Me too.” But it was more personal with a hint of a sexual nature. I could hear it in his voice. A low seductive, me too. As if talking to a lover. At the time I wasn’t sure and I didn’t want to rock the boat. I had gotten tired of arguing with him over simple stuff like giving me an allowance to buy my sanitary napkins.
Finally, he gave in and gave me a substantial allowance and that is when my limo driver slash bodyguard showed up the same day.
The End of Only Today Part 1
Alaska Black Gold
Part 2
By Erica Storm
Copyright 2015 by Erica Storm
Books by Erica Storm
“D on’t tell me this is for me. I know now that this is what you like to do to women,” I say to Chance, my voice steady with a whisper. I’m looking down at this handsome, dream of a man, and I’m enjoying the picture.
He stops and looks up at me. “I’ve done this many times, but I’ve never enjoyed it until now.” Why me? I want to know, but I’m afraid to ask because I don’t want to hear the answer. At least not now when I’m bracing for a mind blowing feeling as his mouth and tongue teases my flesh.
Chapter 1: Chance
I spent all morning and evening at my work location, talking to and checking on the pipeline and scouting out locations for other work related ventures. Had a few drinks with my men, and then I had to drive through snow and the darkness of the Alaskan night to get home to my own bed.
Jackson feels that I should hang out with my men