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CHAPTER TWO
 

We stood there at the window of his
office. The surroundings were exactly what I wanted New York to be like. I was
in the office of a historic New York building with the vastness of Central Park
below us.

Bailey leaned in closer to me. His scent
was intoxicating. His voice came down to a whisper and then he said, “Want to
see it?”

“See what?” I stepped backwards a
little.

“The museum,” he said as he motioned
back toward the door.

“Oh, yes of course. I would love too.”

“I’ll just show you the highlights
because you really could spend days in here.”

“I would like that, yes please,” I said
enthusiastically.

For the next two hours, Bailey showed me
around the museum. I was completely captivated by the passion he had in his
voice when he talked about something that was on display. It was obvious that
this was what he loved in life. It was contagious, and I soon found myself
feeling enthusiastic about things I would normally find dull. He had a way of
explaining it in a way that gave me a different perspective. It was eye
opening. I wondered what else he could give me a new perspective on? I thought
to myself. The immediate subject of love jumped into my mind. After suffering
the bad engagement in St. Louis, I thought I could never feel the way I use to
about love. That it is possible. That true unconditional love was possible. I
had invested two years in that relationship, and I thought we were on our way
to being married. It was a shock to find out, he had a completely different
view of things. What was I getting myself into this time? This man was too
gorgeous to be a one-woman sort of man and he already showed me he was a
deviant scoundrel. Or so it seemed. Plus he worked at one of the most
prestigious museums in the world. He was definitely a catch. The amount of
attraction I felt when I met this man only minutes ago on the steps made me
know that much.

Thinking those thoughts now while being
led around by Bailey, made me stop in my tracks. I just realized that I didn’t
have the immediate sparks with my now ex-lover when I first met him two years
ago. We had sort of just fallen into a relationship gradually. There was
nothing even close to the sparks of electricity I was feeling now with Bailey.
I felt those sparks the first time we locked eyes. Is this how it’s suppose to
be? I just assumed those feelings were just fleeting feelings of lust that you
couldn’t build anything meaningful on.

“Margaret?”

“What?” I snapped out of it, and
realized I was still standing frozen in place having my mind take over all of
my body.

“Are you okay?” he asked putting his
hand on my shoulder.

His touch set goose bumps down my entire
body. I looked up at him. His eyes looked down at me with a real look of
concern. It was enough to make me melt.

“Oh, yes, I’m fine.” I answered.

“Are you sure, you stopped and were kind
of frozen in thought for a second,” he replied.

My, this man was observant. I guess a
scientist has to be by nature. It was refreshing though to be with someone that
acknowledged a change in emotions or change in my mood.

My heart warmed at his question. He was
genuinely interested in my life, and I was eager to share it with him.

He listened intently to everything I had
to say. We continued on our walk through the museum, yet we hardly noticed the
pieces around us anymore. It was a non-date, date. I liked it because it was
all happening so naturally with out the normal pressures of a planned first
date.

I felt at ease with Bailey, but had
butterflies in my stomach at the same time. It was hard to describe, but every
time he looked at me I felt nervous and happy all at once.

“Sorry that took more time than it
should have. Still want to go across to Central Park?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.” I said very confidently.

“Okay, let’s do it. First we need to
make a stop,” he said as he led the way out the door.

A stop? I was intrigued by what this
meant, but this man was full of surprises. I liked being surprised so I didn’t
ask. I just followed.
 
He walked
down the massive steps and I followed closely behind. It had grown a bit dimmer
outside. It was almost
sunset
, and I realized we had
been in the museum for a long time. It had been several hours at least.

“I’m starving, do you mind if we grab
some food and have a picnic in the park?” he asked.

I smiled a big brilliant smile. Was this
man made specifically for me? Park picnics were my favorite and I preferred it
to any meal in a restaurant at all times.

“That sounds like a perfect plan,” I
said.

“Great,” he said as he led the way to a
row of street vendors. He got croissants, pretzels, cured meats, fruits, and
two coffees.
 
When he was all done
piling a bag of goodies onto his arm, he handed me a cup of coffee and said,
“Shall we?”

His grin was spectacular. He was so
proud of himself for being so clever, and I loved it. He wanted to please me
and I wanted to be pleased.

We entered the park and the beauty of it
took my breath away. Most of the trees had lost their leaves and their
spiraling bare branches reached high into the sky. I understood how people
could stroll the entire length of this massive park on a daily basis.
 

We sat down on a grassy area right near
a long row of trees. Bailey laid out our buffet of New York street foods in
front of us.

“That’s a lot of food,” I said.

He laughed and said, “Yes, well I
couldn’t decide what your first New York park food should be so I got them
all.”

“That’s very sweet,” I said as I looked
up from the food at him. He looked back at me and smiled.
 

Minutes later we were in his carriage.

“Drive in circles around the park until
I say otherwise,” he told the driver.

He sat next to me in the carriage and we
continued to talk.

Then, he pressed his lips against mine.

He
looked at me with those soulful eyes. He was just what I needed. A man I admired
and desired to comfort me and distract me from everything that had happened
with last engagement. I gave him a kiss. This one was on the mouth and was more
passionate, and as soon as I did it feelings swamped over me. I needed this. I
needed a distraction and I felt like a fool for falling for last
fiance
. He caressed my hand. “I couldn’t be with out you
any longer. I needed to be near you and to touch you since the first time I saw
you when you first arrived. I saw you that day when you first entered the door
of your aunt’s house. I had been devising a plan to meet you ever since. That
is why I offered the theatre tickets.”

“Did
you?” I said playfully. “What did you want to touch?”

“I
wanted to kiss you here,” he brushed his finger over my lips.

It
was just what I wanted him to do, “And what else?”

“I
thought about touching you here,” his hand slid over my neck and further down
as he said, “And here.” His hand caressed over my breasts.

I
moaned at his touch. My body ached to experience him.

“And
this,” his fingers brushed over my lips and then he kissed me. I kissed him
back with a fervor I didn’t know I possessed.

I
positioned my hand on his back. It was firm and strong. I could feel his
muscles move as I glided my hand down further and further. I reached forward and
found his strong member. I rubbed the tip gently. He groaned and growled under
my touch. His lips never left my neck. I wanted him to taste me. I wanted him
to lick me. I groaned and twisted under him as he kissed and licked me. He
pulled my dress up. I was completely his.

I
couldn’t take anymore. He was slowly seducing me with his caresses and kisses,
but I needed more. I rolled over on top of him and placed kisses on his neck
and down his chest. I pulled his cock out of his pants to his surprise. His member
was long and thick. It
laid
on his stomach and went
well passed his belly button. I took it in my mouth and moved my tongue over
it. I twirled it around the head and he moaned and groaned louder. I slid it
back and forth in my mouth deeper and with longer strokes. I moaned on it and
let the vibrations go through his member. I think this brought him to the brink
because he picked me up effortlessly and had me straddle him. He pushed his
long thick cock inside me. I sat back on it gently slowly letting it slide in
to the depths of me. He grunted and groaned like an animal. I placed my hands
on his chest to steady myself as I hovered over him. Then I lowered myself onto
the tip of his hard cock and up again over and over.

“Oh
yes, yes,” I whispered. I was on the verge of climax and he wasn’t all the way
in yet.

My
body slid further down slowly taking more of him in. I sat all the way down on
him and he was completely inside me. It was the best sensation. Now I wanted to
move faster. I went up and down slowly a few times in short little burst of
motion. It was almost too much to handle. He moaned and groaned loudly with
throaty guttural sounds. It was wild and animalistic. It turned me on more that
I had that affect on him. His hands dug into my hips deeper and deeper as I
bounced up and down on him. My breasts bounced up and down with every movement.
He moved his hands from my hips to my breasts and held them in his hands softly
letting them jiggle in his hands.
 
I
couldn’t hold back anymore and I yelled out, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
 

With
that yell he groaned so loud it startled me as he came as well. I collapsed
onto his chest to catch my breath. He was still hard inside me. I had never had
a sexual experience like this before. It was confusing, disturbing, and
delightful.

Later
he dropped me off with a promise to take me on another outing the next night,
this time to see the lights.

CHAPTER THREE
 

The next evening I got dressed fully
expecting Bailey to show up. He never did. What had I done? I waited and waited
for him and he was nowhere to be found. I felt stupid. I let a scoundrel take
advantage of me again, though I was to blame as well. I wanted to be with him.
I let him do things to me and I to him. I hid my face in shame and hoped that
it would go unnoticed.

Three weeks passed and I realized he was
a true scoundrel and player in every sense of the word. I felt like an idiot. I
was grateful that my New York reputation was not ruined, as we seemed to have
got away with our little erotic carriage ride.

Then it happed. I felt sick to my
stomach. I panicked and grabbed my diary. I was late on my period, very late. I
was pregnant. I cried realizing the full extent of what I had done. Now I would
have to go back to St. Louis in more shame than I had left.

“Let’s go, we’ll be late!” my aunt
yelled at me.

“We were off to a winter party at one of
her social elite acquaintances. I would enjoy it as it would be my last.”

The carriage pulled in front of the
grand fifth avenue townhouse. We were escorted inside. As soon as I walked in a
lovely young man with blonde hair and blue eyes was staring at me. After a few
moments he walked over with an older woman.

“Mrs. Swanson, my son here would like to
be acquainted with you and your charge.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Doughty, that is good of
you. This is my niece, Ms. Margaret
Trumown
.”

“My pleasure,
may
I have the next dance Ms.
Trumown
?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

He grabbed my hand and led me on to the
floor. All the women stared at him and I could not blame him, he was gorgeous
and elegant. I would learn later from my aunt that he was very rich and
belonged to an old English family. He looked at me with a smile and lust in his
eyes. I knew that look and it often got me in trouble. He talked and talked but
then I saw him. I saw Bailey. He was staring at me from across the room. He
narrowed his eyes in anger. I looked away. How dare he be mad at me? I should
be mad at him. The next time I saw him he raised his glass to me. I was so
infuriated.

When the dance was over Mr. Doughty led
me back to my aunt. I made my excuses that I needed air and went out onto the
vast veranda.

“Why were you dancing with that man?”

I turned to see Bailey standing next to
me.

“How dare you talk to me?” I turned to
walk away.

He grabbed my arm, “I have thought of
nothing else since our carriage ride.”

“I’m pregnant,” I whispered to him.

His eyes grew wide and he was stunned. I
walked away wanting to leave.

The next day something happened that I
was not expecting at all.

The maid knocked on my door and informed
me that my aunt wanted me in the parlor.

I went down to the parlor and opened the
door where my aunt shouted, “You’re pregnant? How could you Margaret! What
would your mother say?”

She was in a severe panic. It scared me.

Then she calmed and said, “Fortunately
Mr. Wilcox is willing to do the right thing and this scandal will go
unnoticed.”

“What?” I yelled.

Just then Bailey stood up from a large
chair. I had not seen him sitting there as the back of the chair was too me and
quite large.

“Bailey?”

He looked at me and smiled. He held a
very large diamond ring toward me. “Will you do me the honor and be my wife?”

I gasped, then I said, “No.”

My aunt screamed. “Oh yes you will!” She
stood up and grabbed the ring and placed it on my finger.

“It is official. It is happening. You
got yourself into this mess and both of you will pay the consequences, like it
or not.”

I sighed. She was right. It was better
than being alone and raising a child on my own in poverty and as an outcast.

“Now go for a walk so that all of
society can see you and it will be official.”

I wanted to cry, once again I was in
another engagement I did not want.

“I want to show you more, more of New
York, if you’ll let me,” he said.

“I would like that,” I replied dryly.

He arched his elbow out, and I wrapped
my arm under his. He then led me outside onto the busy sidewalks of New York.

“Where are we going first?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise. I think you will like
it.” He said with a smirk.

My, this man loved surprising me, and I
loved being surprised.
 
It was a
good match. The anticipation and build up of a surprise is where all the fun
lies. Or so I think. I wondered what he had in store for me.

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