The Marriage Game

I'd never taken a day off in my life. A leave of convenience? That's not for me. Well, except for tonight.

Tonight, I seem to have broken a lot of my rules, no alcohol, no reckless decisions, no dressing and/or dancing like slut, and, no flirting. Is this normally how one reacts after recently learning that their mother is dying from cancer? Nope, but if I continue like this for tonight at least, I can forget my problems for a while.

I swung my hips to the blasting music, no one was dancing hard enough, fuckers. I traced my accentuated curves as I spun. It was a shame my ex never got to see this dress, I had bought it for our graduation celebratory dinner, but the asshole decided to fuck my best friend the night before. Now, I get to wear it for a bunch of strangers, ones who look eager to take it off tonight.

One person looked more determined than the rest, he was seated quite far from where I was, but his gaze was so sharp. He's beautiful, I thought to myself. If he's lucky enough, I might let him take this dress off of me tonight.

Mission: make the unreal-looking, sexy guy come to me.

How? By seducing him with my amateur moves, I've no experience but it seems to be working on the men here, I'd succeeded in snubbing a few guys earlier, but another was headed my way.

"Hey, hun. You need another drink?" The middle-aged man slurred over my ear. He reeked of beer. I ignored him, my attention was stolen by Mr. Greek god approaching us.

The expression on his face seemed rather stoic now rather than intrigued and aroused, as it had been earlier. I couldn't help the smirk creeping up my face.

"I'm talking to you sexy." The man slurred again, this time snaking his hand around my bottom.

Before I could protest, his hand was yanked off. "Go home to your wife and kids, stronzo." Mr. Greek god told the asshole off before I could.

He's here, I smiled to myself, how did he get even sexier in less than five minutes? Without any protection, the jerk scrambled off. I didn't expect him to leave that easily.

"Are you okay?" He bent to whisper in my ear. Fuck, even his voice was hot.

"You don't need to worry about me handsome. Just dance with me." I don't know where that courage came from, probably from the few shots I had earlier, maybe not a few, but you get the point.

He tilted his head and grabbed my waist, his fingers digging into my bare back filled me with the utmost desire. His eyes said the same as well.

We swayed our hips to the music, front to front, back to front, dancing has never felt this good. I could feel every inch of him, his chiseled muscles, his 'member' hard-rock beneath his clothing, pressing against my back.

I hadn't had sex in over a year, I'm not choosing to abstain, but sex had always had a meaning for me, one I'm about to throw away for this beautiful man against me.

"What's your name?" he whispered, his breath hot and alcohol-laced on my skin, I shivered. His grip on my waist got tighter, could my desire not be any more obvious?

Fuck.

"What are you gonna do with it?" I teased, facing him. A surge of courage laced my veins, I looked up to him, staring directly into his dark eyes.

He tried to mask his emotion, but, I read the playful hint in his eyes.

"I want you to enjoy how your pretty name sounds from my mouth." He teased right back.

I was tempted to tell him my name, but, where's the fun in that? I bit my lip to avoid spilling it. "If you can make me come tonight, I'll tell you."

Did I just say that? The fuck I did.

He clenched his jaw and pressed his fingers on my bare back, pressing me firmer to him, so that I could feel how 'on fire' he was for me.

He felt so huge, I wonder if I'm doing the right thing.

"Oh honey, I'm not sure if that's gonna work, you'll probably forget your name by the time I'm done with you."

Show off. I rolled my eyes mentally, he's probably all talk and no action. But, who cares? I need to get laid.

"We'll see about that."

We were tongue-deep into each other by the time we got out of the elevator. Mr. Greek god had gotten a suite at the hotel across the street.

If he's going knee-deep into his pockets to impress his one-night stand, then he's even more intriguing than I thought.

But damn, he sure is an excellent kisser.

He pulled away to find our suite, after opening it with the keycard, woah... the place looked massive.

I have never been in any place as grand as here, impressive. Even if the lay may end up being an ass, I'd get pleasure from knowing I was fucked in a place so grand.

Filthy, pathetic, I know.

I turned to him, eager to get his lips back on mine but he didn't move, just stared at me from where he was.

"Into the room," he ordered. Like a dog, I obeyed.

It was like he had this invisible leash on me, and it turned me the fuck on.

I stood still, trying not to gawk at the wealth written all over the room, waiting, patiently, sex-starved for him.

I felt him behind me, with one finger, he slid my hair to the side, exposing my neck.

"Goosebumps." he chuckled. "Is this how hungry you are?" he traced his finger across my shoulder.

"I-" I started but he cut me off.

"Take off your clothes."

I wasted no time, undoing my zip.

"And face me, I want to watch you." He commanded.

Something about his voice made me lose all power, so dominant. I'm not sure if this is how one-night stands normally are. This feels different, he seems to always want to be in control and I'm enjoying every inch of it.

I took off my dress, now bare in front of him, except for my lace black panties. My nipples peaked for him, and he couldn't keep his eyes off it.

I bent to take my panties off too, it's probably why he was just staring and not saying anything.

"No, darling. That's my job to do." He growled and walked towards me.

She would be my wife. I would make sure of it.

She's the exact opposite of what mother would want for me and I'll make her mine.

But tonight, oh tonight.

I moved to her, enjoying the look of desperation on her face.

With one hand I gripped her breast, teasing her nipple slightly. She moaned.

Fuck.

These panties, I need to see how soaking wet she is for me.

"Lay down." She obeyed, good girl.

I slid my fingers against her panties, I could feel her slickness through the fabric, how ready she was for me.

I fingered her wet folds through the lace, all while maintaining eye contact.

Watching her squirm hardened my cock even further. Shit, I need to feel her bare, raw.

I took off my clothing, dropping my briefs down slowly, I couldn't miss the gasp that left her lips after seeing my erect cock.

So many emotions sprawled over her face, her cheeks red with arousal, and anticipation. Her nipples, pointy and peaked, begging to be sucked.

How could I resist? I swept down on her perfect breasts, gripping and sucking.

Her nipples tasted like honey in my mouth, was it the alcohol, or was this woman just incredibly sexy? Or, is it my need for an escape tonight?

Whatever, I'm here now, sucking perfect boobs.

She squirmed and moaned beneath me, music to my ears.

Her fingers dug into my back, driving my need to be inside her now.

But, not yet.

I slid my hand down, into her panties, meeting her pleasure spot. My finger flicked her wet folds, sliding against her clit.

She gasped audibly, I pinned her hands with my free hand.

I keep going, fingering, welcoming every gasp, shiver, squirm. I love the look on her face and the need for release.

She came, quick, on my fingers. I smiled to myself, remembering her drunken promise.

Panting, she looked up at me, wondering what next. I stood up, and let her take in my aroused cock. Her eyes darkened once again, she licked her lips.

"I want it in my mouth." She finally spoke. "Please." She completed.

How could I say no when she's looking at me like this?

She crawled to me and took it in her small hands.

Her tongue touched its tip slightly and I resisted the urge not to explode. After a little teasing, she took it fully in her mouth.

Her innocent eyes say nothing about her dick-sucking skills. She took in everything, her eyes red from the size but she still didn't give in, and I'm not complaining.

FUCK.

I pull my dick from her mouth, and whip on a condom from the desk side, from the complementary condoms they always place for VIP members like me. I force her on her back and insert myself into her with no warning.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

I gripped her waist, slamming further into her, her screams were music to my ear.

"My name...my name, is Emma!" she moaned. "I wanna hear you say it...please." she managed to choke out.

I gripped her hair into a fist and choked her from behind. "Be a good girl and come for me now, Emma."

She moaned and I pounded her faster, till we both came.

We both rolled over on the bed, legs intertwined, totally naked, panting heavily.

"That wasn't a bad lay." She sighed

"What did you take me for?" My ego was hurt, did I look like I'd be terrible at fucking? I mean, she did come...twice.

"Let's go again." she grinned and I couldn't agree any less.

We had fucked so many times, in every position we could, and now I was just waking up... to Emma not by my side.

I heard noises from the bathroom, I got up and moved closer to the sound. It appeared to be...searching, through the cupboard.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Emma muttered continuing her search, completely unaware of me standing, watching her.

Could it be, that she's searching for valuables? In the bathroom? What exactly is she doing?

"Looking for something of value?" I asked.

She jumped, placing her palm on her chest. "You scared the shit out of me." She gasped. "Wait..what did you say?" She asked, regaining her senses.

"Makes sense anyway, I shouldn't have expected anything less from a...one-night stand," I remarked coldly.

She stared at me for a good number of seconds, before replying. "I shouldn't have expected anything from you either."

She huffed and marched past me, if she was angry, she tried not to show it much. I followed her back into the room, she picked up her purse and phone, stopping to meet me.

"Perhaps I should pay you for your services." She dug out a stash of money from her purse and placed it on my chest.

"I need more than this, it was a good lay as I remember."

"It wasn't that good of a lay." She turned her back to me and walked out.

Liar. I fuck good. Right?

Right. I'm gonna find her, Emma, whatever your last name is, you're who I need now.

What the fuck was I thinking? Did I enjoy the sex? Yes. Was he an ass? Yes.

Do I hope I'll never see him again? Maybe.

Anyway, the point is, I'm late, I'm meant to have an appointment with Ma's doctor this afternoon, it's currently 12:40 pm, the train to the hospital takes at least 15 minutes, and the appointment is by 1 pm.

I had hoped to at least brush my teeth to be a bit presentable, even though I probably reek of alcohol. What kind of fancy suite provides toothbrushes without toothpaste? Waking up late is one thing, but having the time to brush, but not the equipment? Outrageous.

As soon as I got on the train, I got a call from my Ma.

"Mama." I coughed out.

"Emma, where are you piccina? The doctor, I'll be called in soon, you know you're not my only guardian anymore." she sounded worried.

"I know mama, I'll be there soon, I'm ten minutes away." I tried to hide the tension in my voice. "Don't worry, just sit and wait, the doctor said worry isn't good for your condition, calm down mama."

"Okay piccina." she agreed. "See you soon."

Soon enough, I was here, my stop. I sprinted out of the train, trying to make it through the crowd.

It's 12:58 pm, and the time for these appointments is strict.

"Excuse me--" I started, out of breath. "I have an appointment for 1 pm with my mother, Lilian Adams, for Dr. Romano." I panted.

"Okay...just go right ahead, I think..." she started.

"Emma, you're finally here!" Ma exclaimed, rushing to me.

"Ma, take it easy! For God's sake. I'm here now, let's go."

A tired-looking nurse yelled our name from across the hall.

"Coming!" I yelled back. She ignored me and walked away, what's it with healthcare staff always being rude?

"Were you out all night? Drinking?" Ma asked sniffing my dress. Thankfully, I had a huge coat to wear over the dress, one I took in case it got chilly.

"Let's go in Ma." I cut her off.

"Emma and Lilian, welcome. I don't have much time, so let's go straight to the point yeah?" he pushed his glasses back. "You're her daughter, right?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Ahem." he inspected me. "Well, we have to start her chemotherapy sessions as soon as possible, that's the only chance we have with combating her lung cancer."

This still feels like a dream, my mother's smoking habit is not news to me, but why did she have to be the unlucky one? Man, people smoke a lot but still die with healthy lungs. She has never been the best mother, but not the worst either.

She placed one hand over the other to stop her trembling, I placed my hands over hers to calm her down. I have to remember that, no matter how scared I am, she's more scared, she's suffering.

"Doctor, how do we...? How much is the--" Ma coughed. "These sessions?"

"Well..." he started. "We advise about 20,000 euros to be prepared."

I gasped. I don't even have up to half of that amount.

"Oh, amore." Ma broke down into my arms. "Doctor, how can you help us? We don't have anything close to that sum," she begged.

"Here, we don't collect payments installment-ally, sorry about that, you can pay half first and the rest can follow later. We know this may be a challenge for most of our patients, that's why we came up with this way to help." He said feeling proud.

Is 10,000 euros little money to him?

"But sir..." My mom started again.

"We understand doctor. I will come back with the funds to start something as soon as I can." I cut in ignoring the bewildered look my Ma was giving me.

We said nothing on the ride back home, so I decided to get us a taxi.

We got home in no time. I don't live with my Ma, but I have to be here, with her more often in case of accidents and to cook and clean for her, even though she insists she's perfectly fine on her own.

I also have to be back at my lodgings soon, my new place, rented with my art studio. Where I can discreetly investigate my father's disappearance 20 years ago, I hardly have any memories of him, but, I need to know why he left us and the real truth about him.

"You have to eat something, mama. I'll cook you some porridge."

"Don't bother," she muttered, not even looking at me.

"Don't worry about the money mama, the doctor said--"

"I don't want fucking porridge! My sickness surely hasn't gotten to that point, stop treating me like a patient!" she lashed out.

I took in a deep breath "Ma. You have to watch what you eat now, the chemo isn't the only thing that will help you. You have to listen to me now."

Silence.

After a while, I walk into the kitchen to prepare something, looks like she's eventually given in.

After slicing some veggies, I hear her behind me. "I'm sorry piccina. I'm so scared. I'm tired of being indebted to you, I don't deserve you, Emma. What if I die and I'm forever indebted to you? How will we get 20,000 more? Baby, no." She hugged me from behind, and we just stayed like that for a while.