Thread: The Heiress and the Hacker [[Silva & Quix]]

It had never been about money, or Richard attempting to ingratiate himself with the Huntington's. He hadn't been aware of who her Father was when he'd met Alexandra, and the very reason he'd been drawn to the girl was not because of her looks, but for how different she'd been in comparison to the plethora of rich, privileged bitches at the new school. The one's who'd flaunted their own wealth at the same time they'd derided his lack of it. Only after they'd commenced dating had he discovered that the Huntington's were 'old money', and one of the most influential families in the State in those days Richard hadn't taken much interest in politics. The desire to tour her residence had begun after Alexandra had pointed it out, towering above the city, one night when he'd dropped her off at a street corner far enough away that his dilapidated old Ford wouldn't be noted, and had been driven by nothing more than curiosity. The youth had never previously laid eyes on such a palace, let alone stepped foot inside one. As he stood there with Alexandra pinned to wall, only a closed door between them and the ostentatious ballroom, Richard wondered how he would have reacted if she'd acquiesced to his wish. Would he have been intimidated by the grandeur, and begun to believe that what the others who taunted him for his ten dollar sneakers, non brand-name jeans, and department store t-shirts, said, was true? That he was beneath them? One thing he'd be forever grateful for was that those words were never uttered by Alexandra herself. Not even through the many arguments they'd had, nor in the final telephone conversation. Though their fights often become heated Alexandra had always been feisty they'd not once become physical, and Richard wouldn't have dared treat her as he did in the hall. However, that was then, and this was now. Richard had grown into a man, and his profession brought him into contact with violence, depravity, hypocrisy and perversion. Although he did not perpetrate the acts - Richard was simply the conduit through which knowledge of them passed - he'd become inured, and hardened. Stopping you from running away again. Scream for your Father, if you like Alexandra. He's just outside. Richard hissed as she hit the wall, and he unleashed his tirade. The man's breathing was heavy when he released his grip, and awaited an explosion. He expected her to shriek and rant, or to leave and slam the door in face, whilst possibly calling for help, so when instead she took hold of his arm and directed him to follow, he was surprised. A mirthless chuckle escaped Richard's lips when she referred to her father as a jailor, however any response was stymied by the way she glanced at the hall door. Alexandra was obviously concerned about being discovered, and as bad as that would be for her, it would be much more of a problem for Richard. He remained silent, and allowed her to lead him in the opposite direction. The door clicked shut, and Richard took a moment to appraise the room before Alexandra's words drew his attention. He turned slowly to face her, and his jaw slackened as the accusation sunk in. The naked photo's he still possessed, but hadn't viewed in years. It didn't seem appropriate. Do you really believe that I'm here to blackmail, that I'm capable of stooping so low? Or is that Daddy talking? His head shook in disbelief, and contempt invaded his tone as he reached her. If my intent was to extort, I could have done that from afar. I have no use of your Father's wealth. Life's been good to me, and even if it hadn't, I wouldn't debase myself by taking anything from that man. Except for his daughter. No other experience impacted the remainder of your life as that of your first love, and the manner in which their relationship ended had haunted every other one of Richard's since he needed to exorcise the ghost of Alexandra. I came to say goodbye, in person. An opportunity you couldn't muster up the courage to provide me with at the time. That was unfair, but in Richard's mind she could have, should have found a way, regardless of what pressure was brought to bear. I want you to look me in the eye, and tell me that the decision was yours, and yours only, and that you never contemplate what could have been, or wish you could go back. The sense of pain and frustration Richard had felt all those years ago returned to reignite his anger, and he grabbed her left wrist, and roughly jerked her towards him. Simultaneously, he stepped forward, and his free hand shot out to grip the hair at the nape of Alexandra's neck. The waft of perfume he received, when the swiftness of his actions caused their bodies to collide, momentarily took him back to the first time they'd made love, and how her scent had so enticed him. He attempted to push that thought aside, and used the fingers curled in her tresses to force her eyes up to meet his. Richard spoke through gritted teeth. Then you can tell me why you're here. You refer to him as your jailor, but there's no bars on the doors, and you're not kept chained in the basement. Is it because you're too frightened to make your escape, or too weak? Why do you remain in this prison by choice? Richard's darkened, narrowed pupils remained locked on the woman as he paused, then leaned in close enough so that their noses almost touched. He enunciated his next words slowly and clearly in a whisper. Are you going to give me the truth, Alexandra. Or shall I just fuck you one final time for prosperity before I leave, and hope that allows me to move on?