Made To Order - Sex Stories

Made To Order

... finished and walked out. "Sit." He ordered as he pointed to the couch. I walked over and sat down, and he sat beside me. Complete silence. I turned to him and asked, "So are you going to tell me?" "What do you want to know?" "Who are you and why am I here?" I asked, frustrated. "You know that car outside?" "The one from earlier?" "Yes. Well, I am in some trouble with them. Let's just say it was a business deal that went wrong." "Drugs." He shook his head. "Not that. Will you please listen?" I looked at him. "The only way I can survive is if I'm married or pretend to be in my case." I stared in disbelief. "So you're saying you took me so you could pretend I was your wife?" He looked at me. I was still in shock trying to process what I just heard. "I've been watching you a lot, JD. My ears stung hearing him say my name. He took off his shirt, and I stared at his chest. I cleared my throat. He noticed the tension. "I'm sorry. It's a little stuffy in here. I'll put it back on." "It's fine," I stammered. He changed the subject. "So, what does JD stand for?" "You really want to know?" "Yes I do." "It stands for Jacqueline Danielle." He smiled at me. I was not amused. "I hate my name, so I've always gone by JD. "Well, Jacqueline Danielle, I think you have a beautiful name." He then did something that took me by surprise. He pulled me towards him and kissed me. He let go, got up and walked into his bedroom. I heard the door shut as I sat on the couch, feeling unsure of what to do.