Whitechapel - Sex Stories

Whitechapel

... straight out of this building and then out of London entirely, possibly not stopping until an ocean was reached. What she did instead was laugh, right in his face. "That's absurd." "Why?" "I can't marry you. I hate you." "That's never stopped a lot of people." "Fine then: I can't marry you because it's blackmail." "It certainly is not!" He actually bristled. "If I were to say yes, you'd have Thomas released?" "He'd be family at that point, my brother in law. There are no debts between family. But I don't want you to marry me for his sake. I want you to marry me because you still love me." She laughed at him again, but even in her ears there was a tinny sound to it, like an empty can bouncing off a stone. "If you let yourself think about it without pride in the way you'll realize it's a smart proposal," Rees said. "You're never going to earn enough to pay Thomas' debt. And how many other men are going to be willing to give you the kind of security I can?" Her face must have darkened at his "willing" because he jumped to save face. "I only mean that none of us are as young as we used to be. We've both got to think realistically. We used to talk about it. We said that we'd wait until I was a success. Well, I am now. This might look like a shabby enterprise to you, but it brings money. What are we waiting for?" "We were both very different people when we had those talks. You in particular. How could I look my brother in the face knowing I married the man who put him in prison?" ...

... "He's in prison because he took a loan he knew he couldn't pay back." "But you offered the money knowing he couldn't pay and knowing perfectly well he trusted you more than he should have." She stood. "I have nothing else to say. I'll be back in two weeks, and I'm leaving the money downstairs if I have to throw it at you." "Wait." He all but threw his body in front of the door. Rose held her breath and counted to five, but when she was done the urge to slap the nose off his face hadn't gone away. If anything it was stronger. "Women are dying," he said. "You don't trust me and you don't think I deserve a second chance; fine. But is it worth throwing your life away? Can you really look me in the eye and tell me that the next time you're out in a dark alley, not sure if the killer is looking over your shoulder, that you won't wish this conversation had gone differently?" Rose chose her words very carefully. "If you really care about me, then tell me you'll call off the debt without making me agree to anything first. If you do that, I promise I will never step foot outdoors after dark until they put a noose around the killer's neck." They looked each other eye-to-eye. The clock ticked off ten seconds. Rees blinked first, then sagged. Rose pushed by him. "Good day, Mr. Rees." She expected to be venomously angry when she left, but instead she felt a kind of dull, dreadful calm. She slipped into the crowd on the street and let it carry her off. Crowds in this neighborhood always felt ...