Sold to Strangers
Having a rich boyfriend is great.
That was what I thought, anyway.
When Daniel said I could come and live with
him, I was overjoyed. I wasn’t getting along well with my mom and
dad and would have done just about anything to get out of the
house. And, don’t get me wrong, I really loved Daniel and was
pretty sure he felt the same way about me.
Daniel did, however, come with some perks.
He’d said his parents were loaded and he had a nice house all to
himself. It was great. We did whatever we wanted to without
worrying about anyone intruding. I’m really happy with how it
turned out and, I don’t mean to jump the gun or anything, but I’m
thinking it’s only a matter of time before Daniel proposes.
My name’s Jennifer, by the way. Daniel is a
few years older than me and, while I really do think he loves me
and might propose to me, I would admit to still being a little
shocked if that actually happens. I’m not a knockout by any stretch
of the imagination but I’m young (just turned 18), my body is put
together well, and, I don’t now, I guess I have an overall
innocence about me. A lot of people say I look like a famous
actress who’s also named Jennifer and is in those movies where kids
have to kill each other or something. I don’t have a lot in the
breast department but my firm, round ass more than makes up for it.
But, for whatever reason, Daniel seems to be completely obsessed
with me. He says I’m the first girl he’s ever had sex with and I
actually believe him. He’s not a total goon or anything but he’s
not the best looking guy in the world and he seems a little
socially awkward. At this point, I’ve never cheated on him or
really even thought about breaking up with him. He would be
devastated, I know. He’s often said just the thought of another man
looking at me makes him crazy. And he’s pretty controlling. If he
has any friends, we’ve never even gone out with them. So mostly
it’s just us in this big old house. He works but doesn’t really
seem to be at work a lot. And I’m just resting up before school
starts in the fall, spending most of my days out by the pool and
occasionally riding into town to spend some of Daniel’s money at
the mall.
It’s late afternoon and I’m lounging on the
couch in a white t-shirt and a pair of black yoga pants when Daniel
comes in and says, “Jennifer, we need to have a little talk.”
He seems nervous and at first I think he’s
going to break up with me and I almost start crying. Then I realize
how crazy that is – Daniel would not break up with me – and
then I get a little excited because I think maybe this is
it. Maybe he’s going to pop the question although there doesn’t
seem to be anything particularly romantic about the situation.
I take a deep, shaky breath and say,
“O kay ...”
I sit up on the couch and he sits down on one
of the empty cushions. He smirks. He’s wearing a t-shirt and
sweatpants that probably cost over two hundred dollars. I realize
he isn’t smirking. He’s trying to force himself to smile. Jeez, it
almost looks like he’s getting ready to cry and I almost cry
out, “Yes! Of course I will. I’ll love you forever!”
“This is ... difficult.” He’s still wringing
his hands and now looking around the spacious room to avoid making
eye contact.
I put a hand on his thigh in an attempt to be
comforting. “What is it?”
“I’ve ... lied to you.”
Until this moment, I realize how completely
I’ve trusted Daniel and my first thought is that he’s been having
an affair. It would be nearly impossible, I think, since we spend
most of our free time together and have sex at least once a day. So
I don’t know how he would find the time or the sexual stamina.
But, like a dumbass, I blurt out, “Have you
been having an affair?”
He laughs and a wave of relief washes over
me. “I wish it were that simple.”
Then I think this must be something really
bad.
I squeeze his thigh
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