Mail-Order Love (501st x Forever-Alone31)

[501st]

Alexander Lee Stanton had always been something of a lonely man, and this was the result of a variety of reasons. He had been a driven perfectionist throughout high school, college, and his early twenties. He'd gotten a nice internship and was directly hired from there -- he'd made money hand over fist, working long evenings and weekends on top of that, resulting in a man who happened to be in his thirties without ever really being in a serious relationship.

He'd fucked plenty of women over time, but he'd just never chosen a girl to settle down with. It didn't help that his tastes were... unconventional. There were the usual unconventional things -- his desire for control and BDSM in his relationship, but it went beyond that. He wanted someone he really could control, as he controlled all other aspects of his life. He wanted someone young, beautiful, someone he could truly call his own.

And once you got enough money, it wasn't hard to arrange for that sort of thing.

And so he'd ordered a young wife, set to arrive from Turkey that day.

Alex stood outside the terminal presently, sharply dressed in a white dress shirt and pressed slacks, sleeves rolled up his well-honed arms in light of the heat of the day. He had his tablet in hand, turned to face the arriving passengers, his bride-to-be's name written cleanly across the surface.

He simply couldn't wait.

 

[forever-alone31]

Dilara Abaci would bite her lip as the plane hit the runway. She had never been on a plane before although as she stared at the sign that meant she still had to stay in her seat she could feel her nerves rising. Pulling at the dark blue scarf that was around her head snugly she would look out the window. Yep she was nervous.

Dilara had been working quite hard on her English the past few months, she was doing better but it wasn't anything amazing. She wore a black and white cardigan along with a long sleeve blue shirt and dark jeans with some black boots, the hijab she wore was a mixture of dark blues matching her outfit. She didn't really have nice expensive things but she had some nice clothing that suited her for the flight and the meeting of the man she would soon get to actually meet.

Once she was aloud to stand and grab her bags she would start to feel the nervous feeling creep over her more and more. She wasn't sure how this was going to go, would they get along well? She only new little of him, she had signed up for the ordered wife thing a while ago. She came from a very poor part of Turkey, her parents had died when she was young and her Aunt had cared for her but when her Aunt died Dilara had to other find away to make money or get out of the country and she knew that getting out of the country was a much safer option although she didn't have enough money for any of the things she needed so she went with this. She knew a few girls who had done the same and Dilara knew it was a gamble but it was her best shot at a better life.

Once off the plane she would walk down a large hallway and into the terminal, bitting her lip once again as she came to the escalator, she would look at the people who gathered at the bottom holding signs and tablets with people's names on them. She found her name right before she got to the bottom, she would examine the man holding it for a moment before walking towards him, forming the English words in her mind. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to call him. She would smile lightly as she approached him. "Hello, you just be Alexander?" Her dark green eyes would watch him for a moment before she would look away, he was quite tall compared to her but she was normally a short person compared to other people. Looking back up at him she would wait for his response