Love and Deceit

Chapter 1: The Day We Met

How did it come to this?

How did it come to the point where I can’t escape from him anymore?

I backed myself into a corner. There is no running away now. I’ve sealed my fate. And all for the person who is most important to me now. The one family I have left. I’ve sold my soul.

I try to keep away from him by distancing myself. He stands at the other side of the room, naked from the waist up. He has already rid me of all my clothing as I stand completely naked before him. I glare at him in defiance, but he merely smiles. My futile struggles amuse him. Is he laughing at me?

He is laughing at me! The fucking bastard is actually laughing at me. He makes his way around the bed, and approaches me ever closer. I continue to back up, but fail to realize that there is a wall behind me. I bump into it. Damn! I try to look for a way to get away from his approaching figure, but he is much too fast for me. Before I know it, I am turned to face the wall and roughly slammed against it.

His body presses closely against mine and I can feel his arousal on my back. He has me pinned against the wall, my one arm held painfully behind my back. He leans his head closer, and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. “Obey me, and it will be all the easier for you.” He whispers in my ear.

I know! I know damnit! But how in the world can I obey such a man who manipulated me to get his way. I trusted him. He knew my situation. He knew my weakness and he used it against me. He took full advantage of me. How can I just let him get away with this by submitting to his every request?

Too late now. I fail to respond to him, and it pisses him off. I can feel him remove his cock from his pants and, without warning, and without any sort of preparation; he slams it hard into me. I cry out from the pain, but it only excites the bastard more.

He begins to thrust. I can actually feel the blood coming out of me from a tear that he just made. Yet, does any of this cause him to miss a beat? No. He keeps going. He continues to thrust violently, loosing himself in his pleasure and in the sounds of my cries of pain.

God, I hate this man. But what burns me was the fact that I trusted him, and started to fall for him. I thought that he was a really good person who could help me. I thought I could really love him. For the first time in my miserable life, I thought I could actually love someone outside the home I built with my family. And what’s worse is the fact that I thought that he could love me too. I was such a fool.

He thrust into me more violently now, grunting as he goes. He is clearly enjoying himself while I am in agony. Even though I hate this so much, there is always pleasure to be found. He is making me feel pleasure as he continuously targets my prostate. He reaches a hand around my waist and begins to pump my own arousal.

His hands are magic.

No! I can’t let myself enjoy this. I hate the bastard! He betrayed my trust. But… oh god!

I climax, as does he. He is breathing hard as sweat makes its way down his body. He kisses my shoulder and neck, licking up my own sweat. He leans close, and whispers in my ear again: “that was incredible, as usual.”

“As usual.” Ass hole. I remain silent, he chuckles. He finally pulls out and walks away, leaving me with no support that I fall to the ground. I am in pain, blood running down my thighs. I really do hate this man.

He has left the bedroom to take a shower. This leaves me with enough time to weep. The tears fall down my face as the wall I built around my heart thickens a little more. I have been working at it for a while, ever since the first time he took me by force. Ever since the first time at all. But the wall still needs work. It is not strong enough. My heart still aches unbearably every time he takes me. What can I do?

How did it come to this?

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My name is Chris Saunders, I am 17 years old, and am a competitive swimmer and construction worker. You’re probably asking yourselves why I didn’t say high school student. Well, the truth is, I’ve dropped out of school. Three years ago, my parents died in a plane crash, leaving my little brother and me behind.

The two of us didn’t go on that vacation because it was supposed to be my parents’ 25th anniversary, and I was confident that I could take care of myself and my little brother for the week that they were away.

My brother suffers from a pretty bad heart condition that he had since he was born. He was born prematurely, and his heart wasn’t fully developed. When my parents died, I was hell bent on staying with my little brother, but we had no direct family to take care of us. I fought with all my might to keep my brother by my side, promising that I would do every thing I could to take care of him. But we were still stuck in an orphanage.

I guess I can’t complain too much. That place gave us food, beds and shelter. They also paid for my brother’s medical bills and my schooling. But, because I am too damn stubborn for my own good, I made the choice to drop out of school and earn my own money so that I could take care of my little brother by myself, with no help from the law.

I was swimming ever since I could walk and continued it even when I was in the orphanage. The people who owned the place gave into that demand because it was the only thing that kept me from being a royal pain in the ass.

Heh! Listen to me, trying to act like the rebel. The truth is, I was always a good kid. I would usually keep to myself and not cause problems. It was all for my brother.

If you’re asking yourself if I have a swimmers body, the answer is yes, I do. In order to earn some money, I began working my ass off in the pool in order to compete and win first place. And I did, in almost every competition I participated in. but balancing school work with a swimming schedule is not always the most practical thing for a 15 year old so, at that age, I dropped out of school and began concentrating all of my time on swimming.

However, the people at the orphanage were getting annoyed because I was only doing that and nothing else. I was getting older and had to start earning my own money before I became an adult and have them kick me out. Hey, isn’t an orphanage supposed to help out all kids? Well, I can’t say I blame them for getting annoyed with me. Even though I was a good kid, I still refused allowing anyone to take my little brother away from me.

There were many couples who were interested in adopting him, trying to play the good citizen and help him with his health and pay for his medical bills, but they would hardly ever so much as take a second glace my way. No one was interested in taking in a, now, 16 year old high school drop out. At least, my brother looked out for me. Even he would refuse to go anywhere without me.

My little brother’s name is Adrian by the way. He was six when my parents died.

Finally, I decided to go out and look for a job that would pay pretty well. Unfortunately, the only jobs I could find were working at fast food restaurants, and there was no way I would do that.

Luckily for me, my physique was just the thing that would do well in construction. I found a site that needed workers. They told me that they would keep their mouths shut about my age if I kept my mouth shut about them hiring someone my age. We came to a mutual agreement and I would work my ass off to get the money I needed to take care of Adrian. The people were nice enough to allow me to work around my swimming schedule, and they would allow me the time off when ever I had a competition.

Because I was a hard worker, and because I was winning swim competitions left, right, and center, I ended up earning enough money to by a small, one bedroom apartment for me and Adrian to live in, but I still needed financial aid from the orphanage. Lucky for me, they were kind enough to give it. The financial aid was mainly to keep Adrian in school, but I insisted on paying his medical bills myself.

One day, Adrian got really sick and had to stay in the hospital. I tried to visit him every day, but it wasn’t always possible. I continued to work and swim. Then, I soon met that man… his name is Carter Welland. The name didn’t ring a bell at first, but then I found out that he was the son, and heir to the prestigious Welland Corporation.

The company sold a lot of things. I still don’t really understand the basics of the company, not that I really care now.

Anyway… I had always seen a black car near the construction sight. It would come at the same time everyday, and always stay the same amount of time, without fail. One day, when it started to rain and I tried to get some tools under shelter, I tripped and fell. That was when I first met him. He had lent me his handkerchief to clean my bleeding knee and helped me up and out of the rain.

My god, the man was beautiful. His hair was a dark shade of brown and well cute. He had a few strands of hair that came down to his eyes and framed them. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, but kind of creepy. One was blue and the other was green. He was a sharp looking a man, completely different form my neck length light brown hair that was layered and plain brown eyes. I looked like a slob compared to him.

“It’s cold today, isn’t it? This isn’t the type of conditions you should be working in” he tried hard to make conversation, but could tell I was a little nervous around him. Despite his best efforts to put on a friendly face. I was intimidated by his appearance. I couldn’t help it; I wasn’t use to seeing such a man. “Are you finished work?”

“Yeah, luckily.” I answered rather dumbly. “Thanks for the cloth. I feel kind of bad because of the blood. If you come over to my place I’ll wash it and give it back” Ack! What a stupid thing to say, inviting him over when I didn’t even know his name at the time.

“It’s alright, keep it, I have plenty.” He smiled as my face turned pink. “I’m Carter Welland, would you like to go have a coffee somewhere and get warm?”

“I’m Chris Saunders, yes please, but… um… I don’t have any money on me”

“That’s fine, I asked you, and I meant to pay for it”

“But…”

“Please. Allow me to treat you to a coffee, or whatever you like.”

“Thank you.”

He took me to a fancy little coffee shop that I never even knew existed. I think it was the type of place that business men brought their clients ‘cause everyone there was wearing a fancy suite and would talk business. The moment we walked through the door, the murmuring of the clientele quickly hushed, their eyes snapping to our figures. They regarded Carter with surprised expressions, gentle murmurs going around. I blushed looking at my attire and decided it was me they were looking at, and my choice of clothing compared to theirs.

Carter put a gentle hand on my back and pushed me through the shop wear we sat at an empty table, people nodding at him as we passed. When we sat, the noise of the conversations resumed with some people still shooting glances at us. “Don’t worry about them; it’s been a while since I’ve brought anyone here with me. My family owns this coffee shop.”

I looked at him in surprise. “Wow!” I said, “Is that what you do?”

He smiled. “My family does a few things, though it’s rather hard to explain. Have you heard of the Welland Corporation?”

I shook my head.

“Well” he began, “We do a lot of trading with different companies around the world, building things for them or improving certain products they have created.”

I stared blankly at him. “Alright”

He smiled a little more now. “How old are you?” he asked.

“I’m 16.” Okay, so scold me for telling my name to a complete stranger, allowing him to take me to a coffee shop and telling him my age. But I was quite taken with the man. I was pretty naïve.

However, he did seem surprised to learn my age. “Why would a teenager be working at a construction sight?”

Oops! “Um… well…” I tried desperately to think of way to correct my mistake but found that it was hopeless. The guy was nice enough to help me out of the rain and give me something to clean my knee, and he took me out for coffee. “Look, I need the money, and I’m a hard worker. They needed the help so they gave me the job.”

“I see.”

At first, I was afraid he wouldn’t buy it, but to my relief, he nodded. “Fair enough.”

The rain soon cleared and the sun came out. I decided it was time to leave. “I’m sorry, but I have to go somewhere now. Thank you very much for the coffee and handkerchief mister Welland.”

“Please, call me Carter. Would it be alright if I saw you again?”
“Carter… yes, of course, I work at the construction sight everyday from nine to five o’clock.”

“Excellent, I’ll catch you tomorrow when I finish work.”

“Alright. Thank you again.”

“It was my pleasure.”

I turned to leave. As I walked, I could here people whisper about me and could feel their eyes watching me. Little did I know that Carter was smirking as I walked away, probably seeing me as prey. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that friendly little encounter with the heir to the Welland Corporation is what sealed my fate.

I left the shop and headed to the hospital to see my little brother. I was anxious to see his face and decided to stop, and buy him a teddy bear. I was in high spirits and would gift him with it.