A Daughter's Price

[Tyr]

Matthew Edward Richardson or Matt to his friends had come up hill from the city to discuss business with Alberto Espinal a local developer on the island. Matt was from the states, but spent the vast amount of his time living on this Caribbean island, not only because he liked the weather, which he did, but for a variety of other reason. Those other reasons stemmed from his primary business, which was Internet gambling. Here on the island, gambling was legal, and further there weren’t the myriad of incredible laws that restricted a person’s ability to make a living. The business not only allowed Matt to live a lavish lifestyle, but it afforded him a great deal of freedom.

Matt had agreed through another business associate to meet with Mr. Espinal to see if he could assist the gentleman with a loan. The recent financial crisis in American and Europe had seriously tightened credit, and Mr. Espinal as many others was finding it difficult if not impossible to get lending. The gambling business not only made money, but such companies sat on an incredible amount of cash as many customers kept their large stakes in the company accounts. Such money in the States would have to have been deposited into trust accounts or some such other stupid requirement, but here on the Island Matt was able to access and use those funds, making additional money for himself and his company.

Matt was aware that Mr. Espinal’s loan had been called and if he didn’t make the balloon payment then the nearly completed resort would be turned over to the bank for repayment, and in all likelihood wiping out not only Mr. Espinal’s stake but also Mr. Espinal too. These kinds of business opportunities appealed to Matt, as they offered not only an above average return, but also possible equity positions in addition to any interest. Standing just about 6’ tall, Matt was a striking figure, even with his usually scruffy short cut beard, his green and grey eyes piercing, with his hair cut short. Matt wasn’t a heavy muscular person, but toned having worked out and enjoyed an active lifestyle afforded by the excellent weather on the island.

Matt was in the private office of Mr. Espinal, listening to him as the man prepared drinks while discussing the merits of his project, and why going forward was the only logical solution, and that banks where just plain criminal, ignorant, and such. Matt sat patiently listening to the man drone on, while looking out over the magnificent view, Mr. Espinal being from one of the older more established families and as such, had excellent location for his home. The clothes Matt dressed in weren’t those of corporate America, but rather the casual comfortable attire more commonly found on the island, light covered slacks, a loose fitting shirt with the front partially open. Already this sounded like a little more risk than he was willing to assume, given the poor real estate market, but being rude wouldn't serve his purpose at all, so he patiently listened.

 

[Talin]

Ivelisse Oria Espinal had been in town for exactly one week and already she was bored. Pulling her long dark waves out of her eyes she sat up and stretched, her petite and slender limbs still tired. The expensive phone she used to stay in touch with her friends back in the States. Mainly Thomas, the American boy that stole her heart as well as other things, was under her. Lifting it to her ear she heard the intake of breath and giggled softly before hanging up. Her father would freak when he saw the bill. “Qué chingados es eso mija?! (What the fuck is this my daughter)” she said under her breath, knowing that would be exactly what he’d say. Shaking her head she stood and slid from the pale blue satin sheets. Caramel eyes scanned over her surroundings. Opening the door to the balcony she stepped out and breathed in lungful’s of salty sea air. Home. Looking down she saw the strange vehicle in the drive and cocked a manicured brow at it. Pursing her lips she turned and went back into her room.

Smiling, she knew where her father would be and the best way to find out who would be in there. Smirking she pulled her long hair up off her neck to tie the flimsy strings of her bikini in place, the pearl color offsetting her tan skin and highlighting her curves. Slipping into white espadrille sandals she laced them up her calves and modeled in her mirror, turning she smiled over her shoulder and shook her hair out. The shoes added inches to her petite stature as well as made her ass look amazing. “Always nice to make a good first impression,” she winked at her reflection as she tied a sheer piece of fabric around her hips to cover her firm rounded backside, before she sauntered out of the room.

“Ivy,” her mother, Estelle, called after her. Turning she smiled at her mother. “Are you going to the beach again?” she asked a smile plastered to her red painted lips and thickly made up face.

“Si (Yes) , would you like to join me Mama?” She asked crossing her arms over her trim waist since being in the states she’s learned that her body was a focal point and how to use it to her advantage. Though with her mother it was awkward, standing there barely dressed as her mother shook her head no. Smiling she nodded and moved away, “I’m going to tell Papa and I’ll be back for dinner.” Waving over her shoulder she swung her beach tote on her arm until reaching her father’s office where she placed the bag in a floral wing backed chair overlooking the front of the house. Pushing the heavy wooden doors open she sashayed across the white Berber carpet.

“Look I think that we can reach some sort of agreement here Mr. Richardson, I am an honest man and at this point ,” He sighed heavily. “I am a desperate one, whichever terms you set I will agree too. My project will bring in much needed jobs, more tourists and more money. It is a win win, I will be able to pay you back the sooner it is finished.” Opening a cigar box Alberto offered his guest the finest, Estelle had already come in and served drinks, the finest alcohol with which to pry his wallet open. He saw movement to his left and smiled widely. “Ivy…” he almost sighed as she wrapped her arms about his shoulders. “Meet Mr. Richardson.”

Eyeing the man inconspicuously she smiled warmly at her father and gave him a small hug, making sure to flaunt her ass at the stranger. Releasing her father at the introduction she smiled a little less warmly. The name she knew, though the face was not one she’d seen before. “A pleasure, Mr. Richardson,” she stated and nodded. Turning her head back to her father, “Papa I am going to the beach, I have my phone if you need me and I will be back for dinner.” She bent and kissed his cheek making sure her ass didn’t wave in the strangers face this time. “Adios (Bye).” She said and with a simple nod was fluttering away.

“Be careful mija(my daughter),” he called after her. “I’m sorry that was my daughter, Ivelisse.” Alberto beamed. “She just graduated from college in the states, wants to be a school teacher. Such a life ahead of her, to be 24 again… am I right my friend?” he held out his glass to make a toast. “To the future and all that it entails.” He sat back and puffed on his cigar. His mind on the profits to come rolling in from the deal on the table.

Ivy giggled and closed the door behind her, staring down the male, Thomas had a goatee and she loved the way it tickled her skin when they made love. Just the mere thought made her miss him. Frowning she tossed her bag in the red convertible and she set the wheels to spinning as she pulled away from the house. Dialing his number she left a message. “Hi baby, I miss you mi amor (my love)…only another month and then we can be together. All is left is to find a job and freedom. Te necesito, te deseo, y no quiero vivir sin ti (I need you, I want you, and I can’t live without you.)” She turned the car into a spot and tossed the phone in her bag without a second or third thought to the man in her father’s office.

 

[Tyr]

So far the man had made all the platitudes and such that any meeting of this type would have, and his behavior bordered on obsequious, which didn’t relieve Matt of any of his fears. No matter the amount of cliché terms and information the man put forth, this kind of project was risky at best, and though Matt was very familiar with gambling, he always preferred the odds in his favor. Matt took the proffered cigar, when their conversation was interrupted by an unexpected intrusion. Mr. Espinal lit his cigar as a very attractive young woman came into the office. As Matt inhales the cigar taking in the warm strong taste of the cigar, his eyes watch the sexy young thing that prances in.

Matt nods at the introduction, knowing that the local culture made woman into almost second-class citizens, and yet a father’s wrath could come to any man that touched his daughter. Another place or time, he might have made a more aggressive move to introduce himself, but such was not appropriate in her own father’s home. So he said nothing more than common pleasantries.

Matt tried to sound helpful, wanting to let the man down easy.

Very nice to meet you Ivy.

And let it go at that. The sexy thing quickly left, as she’d arrive, expect on exiting he got a glance at her backside and it was hard to draw his eyes off of the excellent curves of her feminine form. The look she gave as she departed let him know she was used to being the one in control, and used to getting her way. Quickly though he recovered as her father made a toast to youth. Which Matt raised his glass finding the distraction welcome as he gathered up his inappropriate thoughts, and got back to the task at hand.

Though as her father continued expounding on the greatness of this business opportunity, Matt’s mind naturally returned to and lingered on the daughter. He obviously had far more interest in her then he did this project, so as Mr. Espinal incessantly droned on, Matt gave thought to his predicament. There had to be a way to work this around to his advantage, but how? Matt continued to nod and answer in the affirmative as Mr. Espinal brought up various virtues of this development and the advantageous business environment that was available on the island.

Well that is a most interesting proposal, I’m just unsure in this poor economic climate that doing this makes sense. To charge you an interest rate equivalent to the risk would be usury at best, and make such a project unviable even if it was brought to conclusion. Do you have any additional collateral that you are willing to put forth to guarantee this loan, or is there some other method possible to secure the indebtedness?

 

[Talin]

Alberto sat looking at the other man. The plush cushion cradling him as he thought, sipped and smoked, but mainly thought. “I have nothing else, my daughter she is not interested in the business, doesn’t even want to call,” he swung his arms out and in his haste trailed alcohol on one side and ash on the other. “Call this home. When I was younger, had I said that to my father… Let’s just say I’d be a lesser man.” He shook his head and sipped from his glass. “But Ivy, she is good girl. Her priorities seem to be askewed a bit. Her mother tells me she is sure she has an American boyfriend cause she don’t look at the boys we have here. Good, strong boys. Family is not her priority, American boyfriend is.”

Shaking his head he took a few puffs on the cigar, “I would put my name on the line but since I have no sons it is not valuable. All I have is my family, the three of us. Sometimes I think it would be easier to go back to the old ways. Where a man would make a deal and barter, putting his cattle or some other fine animal on the block for what he needed, err wanted. Sadly, I have not livestock either.” He stood and moved to the window, setting his drink down; he stood puffing from his cigar. “When she was little she used to sit in my lap and tell me she would never go, but now. It seems as if I’ve already lost her and nothing I ever do will change it and bring her back to me.”

Lounging on the beach Ivy rolled to her stomach and untied the strings to her top. She relaxed on her towel ignoring the sounds of the people around her. She used to be at home here, but 4 years in America had changed that. Knowing once she took a job in America as a teacher she could bring Thomas back as a guest in the summer with her. That is if she ever told her parents about him. All her father wanted was for her to marry a man from their country, someone strong and willing to go the distance for her and be a good provider. All she wanted was for a man that would love her and let her be herself. Yes she was pretty but she hated when men drooled over her.

Especially the older men, they couldn’t keep their hands off of her. It was worse back home in America. She smiled softly at the thought of America being her home, if only it were true. Thomas had asked her to marry him; she’d turned him down, stating she didn’t want him to think she was using him for a green card. He laughed at her and made her take the ring. She wore it on a chain as a reminder of his love, the chain sat in her dresser hidden in a sock. She wanted no chances taken when she was here this final time as a devoted daughter and countrywoman. Things were going to be changing and she’d rather her parents found out when she was safely back in Thomas’ arms instead of here.

 

[Tyr]

Matt knew a desperate man when he heard one, and Mr. Espinal was a very desperate man. So as he began to expound upon his failing relationship with his daughter, Matt relaxed and thought about that very same girl, expect now she wasn’t the aloof resistant young woman her father spoke of, but a very compliant willing participant in Matt's bed, such was the beauty of fantasies. Matt nodded his head trying to show some empathy to the man and his dilemma, still the world was changing and her father couldn’t expect the world to stay the same, and yet this county still went by the old ways. The things that made the island so rustic and charming to Matt, was it almost religious adherence to outdated social norms. Yet, having seen much of the world, Matt felt some of those old ways held real validity and charm, and just throwing them away for new ideas wasn’t always the right thing to do. It was sort of like getting your car filled with gas, in the states almost everything was self sever, and yet here on the island, someone came out filled your gas, cleaned your windows and checked your oil, the new ways weren’t always better Matt thought.

Everything changes my friend; the world is now a fast paced age of computers, phones and the Internet. Maybe we’re just dinosaurs who like the way it was?

Leaning back in the chair, Matt took a deep draw on the cigar as the afternoon breeze off of the ocean came through the open window. Like many houses on the island most didn’t have air conditioning or heating, but depended on ceiling paddle fans, ocean breeze and more natural methods to regulate the temperature, plus that's why few ever actually wore suits. Matt tips back his head exhaling the pungent smoke, before he takes a sip of liquor from his glass. As he taps some of the ashes accumulating on the tip of his cigar he continues.

Though I’ve made a business on this information age, I find myself wishing it could be as it was. A man puts in a hard days work comes home to his wife, she has his meal ready, and his house cleaned. Just be thankful friend that you grew up when you did, I think my generation is going to miss out some of the better parts of life.

 

[Talin]

Alberto sat puffing and sipping listening to the slightly younger male talk. “Yeah the way it was,” he stated dreamily. “Were it the old ways that still ruled, I would give you my daughter’s hand in marriage and seal the deal. If only it were that simple.” He sat thinking, the wheels churning in his elder brain. His Ivy wasn’t one to uphold the old ways; sure she was honorable of her parents and their ways. His face scrunched in thought. He sat up straighter and laughed, downing the last bit of alcohol. Sitting the empty glass on the table, “But my daughter would die before allowing that to become of her, too hard headed.”

Stewing on his words, honor. Ivy would honor her parents before she would ever disobey them here in their home. Perhaps this boyfriend of hers was more serious than he first thought. Maybe that was why she made no long term plans with them only vague references to the future. She wouldn’t outright defy them while being here, she would stay true to family, it was the way she was brought up. Alberto smiled at Matt. “I think I may have a solution. It would keep Ivy here and perhaps give you a taste of what my generation had.” Alberto took another puff of the cigar as he collected his thoughts.

“If you agree to finance my project I will give you Ivy’s hand in marriage. It would of course be against her will, but she would uphold the honor of our name.” He puffed on the cigar heavily, “Of course if you’d like to think about this and get back to me, I understand.” He’d seen the way men had looked at Ivy before, knew she was pretty, though he’d never look at his own daughter that way, she was worthy of the loan he was asking for. “You asked about collateral… and I will put my daughter up as such Mr. Richardson.”

Ivy wasn’t sure how long she lay there flipping and turning in the sun, allowing her already golden skin to take on more color. She knew once home Thomas would enjoy looking for tan lines, she giggled at the thought and secured her top. Sliding on a sun dress she loaded her things into the car and drove to the pier. She still had friends in town and ice cream on the boardwalk was a must. Settling down amongst her friends she filled them in with her life and all that was going to happen once she was back in the states. She wasn’t showing off or meaning to brag, but she could see the envy in her friends eyes.

 

[Tyr]

The proposal and agreement put forward by Alberto was a complete shocker. Matt had known such arrangements in the past were possible, but to barter one’s daughter in this day and age seemed preposterous, or was it? Of course in the United States and with it freedoms it was impossible, but in this country grounded in old traditions what the man proposed might just be possible. The connections it would bring him, and of course that amazing body, left so many possibilities open to him. A sexy woman not only to fill and warm his bed, but to kowtow to his every need, such were the possibilities. There really was an attraction to the old way, and how much simpler and easier they were. Matt mulled over the proposal while leisurely sipping on his drink, for there was no reason to be too quick to answer such a shocking offer.

Well sir, that is not something I expected, and it’s an offer that needs my full and complete consideration. Such a thing doesn’t come along often and a man needs to give serious deliberation, to such a life changing offer.

Like chattel the man was bartering his daughter, even to the point of knowing such a union would be against her will, and was willing to do so for convenience of a monetary pay off. This should have bothered Matt, but he wasn’t, there were no emotional ties here, and if he accepted such a bold tender ,he could have a woman to be completely his on his own terms, and something about that pleased him on so many levels. Matt had been successful in some many endeavors, and yet his personal life was pretty nonexistent. Building the Internet company had taken the majority of his time, and now that he was doing well, he wondered about the motives of the woman that approached him, and though he partook of their available and willingly tendered offerings, he never kept any around for long, the reasons at the time all seemed so logical and convenient.

Your daughter would be a great prize for any man, but are you sure you want to do this, for once done, it can’t be taken back, and though she may warm to me in time, she made not favor your decision. I ask you because we will be not only be business partners, but family.

Matt wanted the father to be sure, then he could never again publicly renounce or decry his decision, and the if he accepted it, the sexy young daughter would be his, bought and paid for.

 

[Talin]

Standing Alberto refilled his glass before taking his seat once again, the mullings of the male disinterested him. Keeping Ivy here and getting his project funded were of the greatest concerns. Alberto laughed and sipped at his alcohol. “I am sure, I care not for her happiness. Keeping my only daughter here will make my wife happy. In time Ivy will be a great asset to you, I can assure you of that. She has a heart of gold when it comes to our way here on the island and our wishes while she is here. She will not let us down.” his brown eyes locked on the other males. True the male was western and not of their island, but he lived her now and was considered local by the locals.

“I can think of no one better for a son-in-law.” He smiled and thought to himself that he was much better than the scum she’d chosen to keep company with back in the states. He knew Ivy would be mad and had to think up a plan with which to break the news to her. “I would of course like to make this quick, you understand.” He drank again before setting the empty glass on the table once more. “I think if you agree to it, you should live here for one week at the end of the week you two would get married. Little ceremony on the beach, small intimate reception and then you treat her as you would a wife. The time here would be a courtship, if you will, a time to allow you two to get to know one another without the pressures of marriage.”

He stopped and puffed on his cigar before scratching his head. “I only ask that you treat her as a true wife and not just a purchase, if you can agree to al that I will take care of the rest!” He held out a tan hand to the younger male in front of him. Knowing his wife would be happy and yet sad at this arrangement didn’t stop him. the thought that his daughter would be kept close was the only thing that fueled his brain at this point. Forgive me Ivy and Estelle, I’m doing what is best, he thought to himself silently.

 

[Tyr]

Matt was surprised by the man’s seemingly callous disregard for his daughter’s happiness, and solely that such an agreement would benefit him. Like a piece of property he was selling his daughter for the greatest economic advantage he could, and for some reason this made the deal even easer for Matt, because it really was a simple business transaction. In this culture women were basically property that a family bartered with to form alliance or bind two families together, and as much as it still surprised Matt, it pleased him. That sexy young thing that sauntered into here earlier would be his to have and use, as no one would question his right to her once they were married. Women in this country were to keep house, bear children and meet all the needs of their spouse. If she didn’t her very own family would shun her, feeling she was shirking her martial duties.

Matt found the idea very appealing just because it was so simple and straight forward, he wouldn’t have a relationship of conflict, and if there were such a conflict the advantage would always be on his side. It wasn’t that he was immoral but Matt liked the advantage such a union would give him, and the thoughts of all the things he could do to such a pretty young thing without any real consequences had his heart beating harder. Matt continued to nod as the father laid out the timing of such a joining, smiling as the man talked. He tried to remain as neutral as possible as Alberto said ‘treat her as you would a wife’, for it was clearly understood and expected what the implication of that were in this old world culture. Matt stood up and raised his glass in answer to the man’s proposal.

I agree to your proposal sir, and pledge to honor such a union, by making your daughter my wife. I further promise to treat her as a woman, and to show and her the responsibilities of a proper marriage.

Matt had lived here long enough, to see the how the men of this culture treated their women, and though it may have offended every feminist in America, it worked, and the vast majority of union lasted, something that couldn’t be said to be true in the states. Now all someone had to do, was inform the young thing about her upcoming nuptials, a situation that would interesting at best.

 

[Talin]

Ivy tousled her long dark locks as she loosened them from her ponytail, the soft coffee with cream colored skin stretched over her frame as she did so. Flipping her head she smiled at her friends as they conversed in the language of her home. She slid the white rimmed shades back into place the sun was just beginning to set, her mother would have supper on the table soon and she needed to be there. Sighing she rose and pulled at the jean skirt covering her but barely as it hit mid thigh on her long tanned legs. The white mesh top was askewed, but she liked it that way. “Necesito volver a casa, mis padres me están esperando para la cena. (I need to head home, my parents are expecting me for dinner.)” She rose up and slung her bag over her shoulder before waving and passing out mini hugs as girls do. “Hasta Luego. (See you later.)” She strode off toward her car.

==

“Since it is a deal, I suggest you return home and pack a bag. I will tell both my daughter and wife at dinner, you may come along for the showdown if you wish… but, it is not required. I suggest you bring swim trunks, my Ivy enjoys the water and the sun.” Thinking a moment longer Alberto smiled, his thick black hair shone with the oil he’d placed on it to keep it in its slicked back style. “Perhaps since it is a courtship you could take her out, she moves like a gazelle on the dance floor. Just like her mother…” He reminisced losing his thoughts to some past event of himself and his wife. Shaking his head he removed the stupor and stood to see his guest out. “Te vere esta noche mi amigo.(I shall see you tonight my friend.)” He extended his hand and shook Matt’s. The door closed and broke into a small dance of joy as he moved down the hall toward his office to finish off some paperwork.

==

Ivy opened the door to her home and called out, “Hola estoy de vuelta! (Hello, I’m back!)” She moved further into the interior of her home, one she had known since she was a child. Making her way to her room, Ivy hopped into the shower to wash the sand and beach from her skin. Only another month and she would be free, free of the burden of following her parents every desire for her life. She was a good teacher and she loved it. She scrubbed the loofah over her skin and then shampooed her hair well. Stepping out she blew her hair dry and then dressed for dinner. A simple white dress that flowed about her form like a cloud, was what she wore as she made her way down the stairs to the dining room. She was almost to the floor when she heard parts of the heated argument.

She stood listening only a moment before pushing open the doors, to which both of her parents stopped their fight and smiled. “Is everything okay in here?” She asked, by the looks of it her mother had been crying and her father’s face was still red. From what bits and pieces she had heard, her mother was upset with some choice her father had made and thought his brain was faulty. She had to admit, there were times growing up when she had thought the same thing. She watched her parents stare at one another for a few minutes before she gave up trying to decipher their actions and sat down in her spot. She noticed another spot set at the table, sometimes they sat another spot “just in case” . Her father opened his mouth and spoke.

Ivy’s fork clattered against the edge of her plate and then the sound of wood scraping over stone and another loud clatter as the chair fell over. The string of curses that fell from her mouth in Spanish, varied in severity. Her mother blanched and her father turned red in the face before standing up and demanding her to stop talking. Ivy stood there, brown eyes enraged, chest heaving in seething rage. She couldn’t talk for a full five minutes as she stood there staring at her parents. Brown eyes moving from one, to the other, “You have arranged my marriage for me?” she asked slowly. Her father nodded his head. “You did this to further the family business and secure MY place in life?” She asked narrowing her eyes on her father. He shook his head and looked up at her. “Papa, I am already engaged… Thomas is a good man. He’s kind and caring … and my home is with him.”

“NO, your home is here mija. With me and your Mama. Can’t you see that we are doing this for your own good?” Her father pounded his fist on the table to emphasize each word.

Ivy clutched her stomach, she felt sick. She knew she would marry this man they chose. It was her duty as a daughter, but she was not the least bit happy. “I had my life planned out… now you tell me what I planned, isn’t good enough. That I need to drop my education and my American fiancé, to give birth to babies and keep house for a Dominican!” Ivy yanked her toppled chair up and sank into it. Her fingers rubbed at her head angrily trying to get the tension to go away. She missed the look that passed between her parents. She was a good daughter, she’d been raised to respect her parents and any decisions they would make for her. It pained her to give Thomas up. Sighing heavily, her eyes still closed she lifted her head to speak, “When will I meet my betrothed?” The smile that slid over his lips made her stomach churn. When he relayed to her that it would be later that evening she felt even more disgusted. She secretly wondered if there was a way out of this mess.

 

[Tyr]

Matt said his pleasantries and good byes to his future father-in-law and returned to his own home. The home didn’t have the view that Mr. Espinal’s did, nor the old world feeling, as Matt’s was far more modern and updated. When he first moved to the island to pursue his business interests, he had a small cramped apartment, then that gave way to a moderate condo, and then a penthouse, but in the end to insure privacy he’d purchased a small villa, which fit both his personal as well as business needs.

Matt was used to traveling, and even had a suitcase packed in case he had to make a quick trip to the states. With some minor modification he switched out a few items more appropriate to living on the island than visiting America. Finally he took a few moments to clean up and dress up a little bit, for his first real meeting with his betrothed. Matt laughed as he chose a pair of dark slacks, and a dark short sleeve shirt. He almost wanted to go with what he called the island pimp outfit, which was all white, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. The dark clothing tended to give him a more serious look, and worked well with his eyes. Also he could wear a diner jacket over it for more formal occasions like today. Grabbing a platinum and gold rolex watch he looked at himself in the mirror and was pleased. He didn’t shave, but did run the trimmer over his close cut beard that he preferred.

Washed, cleaned, packed, and dressed he was ready to return to the Espinal estate. He liked to be punctual and planned his timing to arrive at the beginning of dinner, not sure if Alberto would tell his daughter before, after or during the meal. Again arriving at the beautiful home on the hill, he was directed by the staff to the dining room, from which he already knew the answer to his previous thought, as the young daughter began her rather loud diatribe against her father’s choices for her. Matt had an opportunity before entering the room, to muffle his small laugh, and was able to recompose himself and have a serious look on his face when he entered the dining room. Though he couldn’t help himself, as he had a mischievous side, and decided to have fun with her.

Hi honey, I’m home.

He said it knowing full well some of the nuances might be lost on those not experienced in English or American culture, but figured his new fiancé would. Matt was in an arrogant fashion enjoying the thought that her opinion didn’t matter and that the decision wasn’t her, and that her compliance was required. There was no reason to deny that this made such a union all the more palatable to him, and a major factor in his agreeing to it. Matt nodded to Alberto, and smiled at his lovely wife as he moved to pick up the seat that had been upended.

Your chair madam.

He says while standing and holding the seat for her to return to, in a formal and polite manner, that was common in this sexist culture. Matt kept his tone casual, purposely not responding to her turmoil, though in his own way he was only adding fuel to the fire.

 

[Talin]

Ivy’s brown eyes went wide as the voice hit her ears, the man wasn’t Dominican at all he was an American, Mr. Richardson. Wild eyes filled with fury flitted over her parents as she stood once more and toppled her chair yet again. She wanted to pick the chair up and throw it at the man, wipe the smirk off his face and put him in his place. “¿Que me vendió a este pendejo, este puto?, ¿En serio? (You sold me to this asshole, this manwhore? Really?)” The flames leapt from her eyes and caused her parents to shrink.

“Mija, de parade, en este instante!! ( My daughter stop, this instant!)” Her father roared, his face turning red.

She glared at the male as he held the chair for her, her face wasn’t her parent’s direction. “Si usted piensa que yo sólo voy a dejar que salgan con la suya, entonces usted necesita para hacer que su cerebro comprobado! (If you think I am just going to let you get away with this, then you need to get your brain checked!) She kept her voice low so they wouldn’t hear her. If he thought she was going to be some docile thing that just let him do what he wanted he would have to get some proof of it.

“Thank you,” she said louder and sat in her chair, she pulled her plate close and ate. She would play nice in front of her parents but as soon as they were alone he would get her wrath. She had no problem with that. She looked at her parents and began having second thoughts, she couldn’t do that to them. They… her mind wheeled and churned coming up with a final answer on the matter. They forced this on her.

“I’m sorry about that Mr. Richardson, as you can tell we have just informed our daughter of the arrangement made for your marriage. We have not relayed any of the other information to her yet.” Alberto said and sipped at his lemonade.

Ivy’s head popped up and her brown eyes narrowed, “¿Qué otra información, el padre? (What other information, father?)” She could feel the ice in her question and she watched as her father reached a hand up and stroked his face.

“You have one week, then you and Mathew will be married. This way it is easier on you, for your transition Ivy.”

“Ay Dios mío, tienes que estar bromeando me? (Oh my god, you have to be kidding me?)” She said shaking her head in disbelief. She didn’t care if her new husband, she used the term loosely, spoke English or Spanish she would switch to piglatin to keep from talking to him properly. No matter what he wanted she would give him the opposite. If this were forced on her then she would try to make it miserable for him, perhaps he’d want out. She’d be happy with that, and so would Thomas. Her face fell for a moment, poor sweet Thomas.

“Ivy! That is enough, speak English and be respectful of our decision, we are looking out for your future as well as the companies. Mr. Richardson will make a fine match for you. A true wife you will be, show him the good girl you can be.”

Ivy very nearly growled out in displeasure as she turned her head to look at the male. “How long have you lived on the island, Darling?” She cocked an eyebrow, giving him his own endearment.

 

[Tyr]

As she sat, Matt could see she was feisty and the words she whispered so her parents couldn’t hear amused him. Matt knew Spanish, and could speak some, but not enough to ever pass for a native speaker. She obviously didn’t plan to reach the marital bed without a fight. Matt kept smiling, because he knew there would be more forthcoming battles, but the war was over and she’d lost, even if she wasn’t yet willing to accept that. Pushing her seat in like a gentleman he leans in and whisper back.

You don’t have to worry about letting me get away with it, I already have.

Without even breaking stride, he stepped over to his own seat, as the obvious tension between father and daughter continues. Sitting there he waited as the sexy young daughter showed her frustration and the father admonished her for her misbehavior and lack of social graces. Acting as if none of the conversation had occurred, Matt just lifted his wine glass and made the first toast of the evening.

To the future Mrs. Richardson.

The tone was jovial as he raised his class up in tribute to his newly betrothed. Matt knew this would probably set the young woman off again, but as he felt he’d won, there was no reason to hold back at the victory dinner. Plus Matt was enjoying the young woman’s consternation with her father’s unilateral decision. Matt’s toast of course had ignored her question, as he’d simply done as he pleased. Still he did turn to answer he question.

I’ve been here for a number of years, going between the here and the U.S. Only in the last two or so have I made this my permanent residence, though I still return to state for business purposes.

Matt took another sip from the wine glass as the salads were being served. The young woman was probably fuming, but even so, she still was sexy, and Matt couldn’t help but enjoy the view, making only the smallest of attempt to hide his inspection of her body.

Your English is good, have you studied in the states long?

 

[Talin]

After releasing her question into the air she clenched her fists in her lap, what she wanted to do was knock the wine glass out of his hand and shatter it into a million pieces at the thought of becoming Mrs. Richardson. His smug words rattled around in her head, she almost laughed because he thought he’d already gotten away with it. “Besa mi culo, pinche idiota! (Kiss my ass, fucking idiot!)” She breathed in his direction, in response to his toast as she knocked over her wine glass spreading the purple contents over the table. A servant sprang into action as the glass shattered on the table. Ivy sat stoically, eyes locking on her plate and the contents it still contained. He’d ignored her trying to rile her up, score one for the American, she thought sourly.

She wanted to make him regret EVER deciding he would take her as a wife, whether her parents found out or not was the problem. Still the idea of embarrassing both him and them was appealing. She stabbed an unsuspecting piece of lettuce. At least she could go back to the states, but unless she got out of this, there really wasn’t much for her there. Her mind was on Thomas as he asked her a question. “Four years, all college, that’s where I met my actual fiancé. I have a teaching degree, it’s what I plan on doing when I go back home in a month. Then after I find a job Thomas and I are getting married and starting a family.”

She spoke without looking at him, she knew the words coming out of her mouth now were lost causes and she would never be able to see them to fruition. “¿Puedo ser excusado de la mesa por favor? (May I please be excused from the table?)” She asked looking only to her mother.

“No, you will stay out here and stop talking all that nonsense about what you thought was going to happen, you are marrying Matthew on Saturday, It’s less than a week but what is a few days.” He said and sipped from his glass. Ivy’s face fell and she sat facing forward, lips pinched shut as anger built up inside of her.

 

[Tyr]

The girl continued to protest and ask to be excused, her father denying all her wishes. It was clear to Matt that her father had made a deal and she was going to have to stick with it. What did surprise and please him was that she didn’t storm off, but complied with her father’s demands and stayed at the table, which spoke to the power and dominion he had over her. He couldn’t tell from her words if her professed fiancé back in the states was real or just something she was using as a further point of contention, not that it mattered to Matt. Like in business, Matt didn’t often lose and if he beat another guy and got the girl, it was their loss and his gain, just that simple. Now the young woman probably had a different opinion of it, but at this moment her opinion wasn’t having much weight. Matt left the fighting for daughter and father, figuring it served him no purpose to get directly involved.

The young woman was obviously pissed off, and Matt could have let it drop, but he was enjoying himself too much. The girl clearly was on the border of throwing a major fit, and it amused him. So he purposely exuded a calm smug façade as he continued to play with her, his attention going between her and his salad, both of which he was enjoying.

Excellent, you have a teaching degree that’s a very honorable and respectable educational choice, plus it’s the perfect skill set for mother of my children, don’t you think so?

Even before she can answer or throw something at him, he turns to her parents and continues.

Wouldn’t she make the most perfect mother?

.

 

[Talin]

Mother of his children? Sex and the thought of making children was the furthest thing from her mind, obviously not his. The thought of sharing a bed with the man was revolting enough, but the idea of him being naked and on top of her, like Thomas, made her turn green.

She opened her mouth to say something awful and cruel when her mother’s nod in response to what Mr. Richardson said caught her off guard. She knew it was what her mother wanted; her mother had only been able to have her and her mother loved children. Happy would have been her mother had she had a child as soon as she was able, her mother would have raised the child happily.

“Yes my daughter will make a perfect mother and wife. She is beautiful and charming, I fear this has given her a sour disposition, but she is a good and well behaved girl. Once you are married she will get to know you and you will see.” Alberto said smiling proudly.

ivy watched as her father took her mother’s hand reassuringly. Ivy turned to him, venom in her eyes “Nunca tener sexo contigo! (I will never have sex with you!)” Sorrow filled her gaze as she looked to her mother. “Lo siento mamá, no puedo. (I’m sorry Mama, I can’t.)” She wanted to scream as her eyes fell to her father, “Me casaré con él, pero yo nunca le perdonarápor esto! (I will marry him, but I will never forgive you for this!)” Ivy shoved her salad plate away as the main course was brought in.

 

[Tyr]

The parents reacted how Matt expected, and he nodded smiling, as Ivy’s mother professed her daughter would be a perfect mother and wife. He wasn’t surprised when the young woman made an outburst at first directed at him, then her parents. There was a controlled rage barely contained within her, and it only for Matt made her more sexy. Matt was willing to bet, if such things were possible she was a hot fuck in the bedroom. Ignoring her consternation and disapproval with her parents decision, Matt continued to casually eat his salad, only stopping occasionally to continue the conversation.

The salad is excellent; your staff should be commended. I myself really miss a home cooked meal. I’ve traveled a lot the last few years and it will be pleasure finally to be able to come back to a home cooked meal.

The message wasn’t directed at Ivy, but it was obvious what duty or service he implied by his words was hers to perform. Matt liked the way the old world defined roles within a relationship, and what duties were expected of each. These of course all conflicted with the modern new world perceptions, which he understood, but didn’t favor. No he found the old ways a lot more satisfying and enticing, and with this new arrangement was just an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. Of course he realized Ivy was going to resist, and that too made it even better, because here a wife could not refuse her husband, anything including her body. So as much as she argued she would never be his or let him touch her, he knew she had very few avenues of escape.

So my betrothed what are your culinary talents like?

 

[Talin]

Ivy knew what he was getting at by the way he said it. She’d learned to cook at her Abuela’s hand; her mother’s mother had lived with them until her death just before Ivy had left for the states. Though she had ideas for how to make his meals perfect. The way he kept looking her over as if inspecting a prize cow or a piece of meat made her want to rise and slap him. She nodded her head at the maid and gave her a genuine smile before letting it float away like perfume on the breeze. Ignoring his question she cut into the roasted chicken, the flavored rice on the side wasn’t what most expected. This was a dish she knew and loved, it was made with fruit as well as peppers, heat with sweet, and it was amazing.

After swallowing her bite she sneered at him, “My culinary talents, well let’s just say you hope you like your tortillas tasteless and most everything burned. Also I hope you are immune to arsenic, rat poison, and various other poisonous materials as they are sure to find their way into your…”

“IVELISSE ORIA ESPINAL!!!” Alberto growled.

Ivy’s head turned so quick she probably pulled something. Brown colored orbs went wide with fake innocence as he spoke her name.

“Apologize,” She shook her head no and avoided his gaze. “Ivy, apologize,” Again, she shook her head no and this time, took a bite of food. She felt like a six year old again, it was childish but she was twenty four years old and they were treating her as though she had no brain to think on her own. Why spend all that money on a college degree and then not allow her to use it and instead marry her off to some pig headed chauvinistic ass hole who only wanted her to bend over and take it while she cooked his dinner and suckled one of his brats at her breast. “IVY.”

“I’m not sorry, I’ll never be sorry. I hope he chokes on his chicken and dies right here so I don’t have to sleep with him and have his babies and cook for him.” Tears streamed down her face as she sat there staring at her plate. “I’m sorry mother and father. Mr. Richardson… go to hell.” Her brown eyes burned in his direction, the hatred beyond boiled within.

 

[Tyr]

With the main course served, Matt held his laugh as the young woman described various methods in which her cooking would fail, and his chances for survival were slim. If nothing else, she was showing a feisty side as her father cut short the litany of deadly chemicals that she intended that would make up his future meal or last meal from the sounds of it. Her father continued to use a strong hand with her, demanding her apology, which she failed to give.

The food is excellent. I think its definite proof that Espinals know how to cook.

Matt said to defuse or at least divert attention to the rising conflict. Still he was enjoying it, and could see the fire and fury barely contained behind those sexy dark eyes of hers. It was obvious she was chaffing against the whole scheme and was in near total revolt. Still at this point what he needed to do was continue to win over the parents, knowing the girl's choices would be limited at best. So he decided to show that he was compassionate and considerate of her circumstance, while further manipulating the situation.

Your daughter sir has a point, what might I think help, is she doesn’t know me, is that we spend as much time as possible over the next few days getting to know each other.

Her father already knew that, and had asked him to bring his luggage over, but she didn’t so it sounded like a thoughtful compromise, which it wasn’t. Matt wasn’t even sure if the mother knew the plan, so it was time to help things along.

I think once she knows me better, that his situation so recently thrust upon her will naturally resolve itself. I think she will find that once she has spent some time with me, that I have many desirable characteristics and qualities for a husband.

It sounded so reasonable, for such an unreasonable situation. Matt was having fun.

 

[Talin]

Alberto shook his head smiling at Matt; they were the only ones that knew of the agreement. He’d not told his wife or Ivy, “Mr. Richardson, I think you are right. After dinner you and Ivy should go dancing, she is a great dancer, like her mother.”

Ivy sat there in disbelief as they talked about her as though she wasn’t even present. She stared at Matthew; she took a deep breath a calming, cleansing breath. She did need time, more time than a week to get to know him and marry him. It was hard to think of him this way, as someone that was reasonable. Maybe she would see him in a new light, though desirable was hardly a word she could imagine using with his name.

She watched as her parents agreed with him, she shoved away from the table. “When you are finished discussing me as though I am not here I will be on the beach watching the waves and screaming.” As her father yelled for her, she moved away and out the door, her head was spinning. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, perhaps at the end of the year she could see him as a husband, not a week.

The sand felt amazing beneath her toes, she’d lowed the feel since she was a young girl silently she wondered if her new home would be on the beach or at least within walking distance. Slipping her shoes off she moved toward the water, the warm blue water splashed over feet and legs. How could he do this, she had a life everything was planned. Thomas was waiting for her back home in their apartment. She needed to talk to him, but not now.

Ivy stood looking out over the water; she wasn’t sure how long she was watched. She sensed someone but refused to turn around and face him or her. She didn’t want this life here, yes, she loved it but she didn’t want it, she didn’t want him. “Whoever is standing back there go back inside!” SHe wasn’t ready to see him.

 

[Tyr]

The young woman quickly exited the house, her ire clear as she departed the dining room and then the house. Matt waited a few moments, pulls his napkin off of his lap, and puts it on the table, next to his partially completed meal.

Thank you for a wonderful meal, I think I should see to my fiancé, she's now my responsibility.

As he speaks he rises, preparing to leave, and follow after her, knowing it was time for him to become more actively involved. The girl had spunk and spirit, and Matt felt this might just be an opportunity away from her parents to directly engage her in some conversation. Plus the thought of hanging with her parents and talking about mundane things just didn’t interest him as much as seeing more of her. So he followed asking the staff as he went where she had gone. After several minutes he’d made his way to the beach from the house above and saw her walking along the shoreline. Still in his dinner attire, he followed till he was behind her.

It’s paradise you know, one of the most beautiful places on earth, who wouldn’t want to live here.

The comment said in general as he approached and meant for her to hear, its truth at least for him self-evident.

 

[Talin]

Rolling her eyes Ivy wrapped her arms tight around her slender frame as he spoke, she knew it was he; she hadn’t even needed to turn around. She thought he’d been off to the side the way his voice carried to her ears. Turning she was surprised to find him right behind her. Her breath caught in her throat, startled. She recovered quickly, “I don’t, I want to be an American and get away from here. Marrying you will get me from under my father’s thumb, but place me under yours.” Spinning back around to face the ocean she dipped and picked up a seashell. holding it in her hand she adored the feeling of the rough outer shell on one side and the smooth inner shell on the other.

Filling her lings with another puff of salty air she closed her eyes. “I will marry you, but it will not be a happy union. I intend to fight you every step of the way. I don’t want to be your wife and I don’t plan on giving you any children, if I can help it!” She spun again facing him, letting the anger that filled her eyes spill over him. “I hope you are sure this is what you want, ripping me away from a man I truly love, a future I fought hard to get. I intend to fully make your life hell. Good night!” She turned abruptly dropping the shell before moving toward the house.

Her head was filled with her hatred, she saved the disappointment for her father. She’d just come off of birth control before coming home knowing if her parents found out about it then there would be a fight, she was to remain pure until marriage, but Thomas had been her future. She was so sure so in the heat of the moment she’d made the decision and allowed him to have all of her. The man behind her was getting seconds, she smiled, at least he wouldn’t have the pleasure in taking that from her as well as everything else,

 

[Tyr]

The young thing was damn sexy even when she was mad, and mad she obviously was. Matt just calmly stood there letting her vent and steam, knowing it couldn’t hurt to let some of the pressure building up escape. He almost smirked when she conceded that she would be his, because it spoke to her upbringing and the culture of this island. That she would deny him the pleasures of her body, well she may protest but that choice too would inevitably not be hers either. Still he felt no reason to throw that in her face, and instead waited for her to finish before he again spoke.

Stop!

He said as he took several quick steps to catch up to her, his hand reaching out and attempting to turn her around so he could face her. His voice naturally deep was steady and strong as he put forth his position.

Listen to me, you are going to be mine, it’s as simple as that. You can do it gracefully and with dignity, or you can be dragged by your hair to it, I don’t care.

The strong hand tries to hold her about the upper arm as he gives her the first inkling of his strength and determination to have her.

You will deny me nothing, and serve me as a woman and wife. If I wanted some feminist bitch from America I had a line of them willing to be with me, no I want a real woman, a woman that knows how to treat her man, and if you don’t know how, you’re going to learn.

The hand wouldn't release her as he spoke so easily in an authoritarian and powerful voice, the threat and tone clear.

 

[Talin]

The clearness of his voice cut through her thoughts and she stopped her mind and her movements. She turned as he intended, glaring at him as the anger and fire rekindled. How dare he treat her this way? She visibly flinched as his words filtered in as his large hands wrap about her upper arms. Ivy didn’t realize her arms were cold until she felt the warmth of his hands seep into her skin. She felt the silent strength as she looked up into his eyes. A bit of her spunk was shook out.

“I know how to treat a man… but you are no man, do not kid yourself into thinking you are! Anyone who steps in to take a female from the life she knew without a care to her deserves nothing from a REAL woman. I will NEVER serve you!” She jerked trying to loosen his grip. “Cerdo americano estúpido! (Stupid American pig!)” She snarled between clenched teeth. However, if she allowed herself to truly look at him she would notice how handsome he looked in the moonlight. The atmosphere was romantic the company not.

“You will never have all of me, I am not some whore you can just expect to spread her legs for you. Not now and certainly not in a week!” Her face was a mask, only allowing her anger to stem out from the eyes. Inside she was a blubbering mess, the grip he had on her arms scared her and she did not want to be drug to bed by him, given the choice she’d have much rather just given herself to him with dignity. “YOU are going to learn, Mr. Richardson.” The way she said his name was full of hate.

 

[Tyr]

The strength he had showed as he tried to hold her from fleeing, though if she really tried she could escape his grasp. Matching the strength in his hands was the deep powerful voice that matched hers in intensity, as Matt let her verbally have it.

I may be some stupid American pig, but I’m your stupid American pig. I may not be the smartest person around, but I smart enough to know I have you. That’s right your sexy stuck up concede tight little ass is mine, all mine.

There wasn’t anger or hate in his voice for her, it was just a natural response when someone attacks or insults you. Still Matt was in the back of his mind enjoying this, because in the states, he’d probably soon be arrested for assault, or some other bullshit, here it was just a man and woman, having a disagreement, and wouldn’t be worthy of any real attention.

If you want to fight it, resist it, fine by me. Just remember that when I’ve pinned you to the floor, and taking you like a man should take a woman, it could have been different, but then again maybe that’s how you want it.

Matt chuckled as he grinned at her, knowing nothing he said or did at this moment would diminish or reduce the anger and hate she seethed with, and more than likely would only make it worse. Didn’t matter, because either way she was going to be his.