Chapter 3

Be My Baby Machine

Author POV

Her father removed her hand from his hold, rather harshly, with the pretext that their music was playing in the air. Although he was the one that introduced them just minutes ago, and this was to please his wife, Ximena, who had been insisting on the marriage contract that could save their brand and at the same time establish Maya.

Flashbacks

"Mi amor, understand me. I can't decide for the life of our princess. She is an adult right now and capable of deciding for herself."

"You think that I don't know?! She is hurt and needs someone in her life, someone who is stable, away from the camera light. He is perfect for her."

"They don't know each other. What makes you think that they will fall in love being obligated to co-live in the same place?!"

"Something tells me that they are made for each other."

"Ximena, the last word belongs to Maya and she will not need to decide for her life thinking of us. We are her parents and I can start from scratch again just to not allow her to suffer."

"I know, love. She will decide for her future. We are just giving her an option. He is the right one, respectful, responsible – reminds me of you, who only had two things in mind: work hard and me." She locked her arms around his neck, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder.

"I wish to wipe away all those moments that hurt our princess. I know I have failed her as I couldn't protect her from all those vultures that tried to put her down."

"Look, she is better now with the new job you gave her, and if she accepts the proposal, she will be perfectly fine, trust me." Ximena cocooned Ricardo, assuring him that this was the best option for her.

End.

Both of them are worried about their daughter's future life. They have been waiting for her to say that she is in love, but Maya never came with a man beside her. They even questioned if she was a lesbian, but she laughed at their suspicion. "If I were, trust me Dad, you would have been the first to know," she had told them, shaking her head, not believing where the imagination can go. Not that she had something against them, but it was impossible for her to be in love with the same gender that was her nightmare. Ximena invited him to dance, and he accepted, even apologizing that it wasn't his request from the start. "It's understandable. You just met her, and her aura captivated you. No, that is my precious daughter, but she is a piece of heaven. If she accepts the proposal, you will be the luckiest man on Earth to have her by your side."

"Why didn't you tell me that she was the famous model of runways?"

"I wanted you to have the chance to meet her without her past that has brought pain since she chose that path, but gracias a La Virgen, she left that and now is doing what she was meant to do. Designing jewelry – the necklace she wears is her creation. I don't mean only the design, but also the handwork. Both of you have the same gifts. I told her, and time will come when you will confess yours. Now let's exchange partners." Ximena gracefully left his hand and went to her love, but Maya didn't fall into his arms. Martin caught her hand.

The unpleasant chills of the past covered her senses as the man pulled her against his body, with his hand touching her bare back. She was breathing heavily. Her amber flame was vanishing from her eyes as she stood like a statue in his arms. "Bro, you look like you're going to throw flames anytime soon. By the way, have you seen Maya? I couldn't find her earlier…" Maribel continued speaking, but he wasn't listening to her for the first time as his attention was on the siren trapped in the arms of his playboy brother. She seemed to be flirting with him as she flashed her smile.

The moment their eyes locked, he left Maribel speaking alone and went toward her.

Maya didn't comprehend when she was pulled against another body, but her heart felt safe in his arms.

Martin wanted to protest, but she chose to turn and start moving to a slow tune, while he kept his hand near her back but not touching. His other hand smoothly grazed her delicate fingers.

She breathed in his coconut mixed with vanilla scent, and her heart was beating in perfect harmony, not on alert like it was with the other one.

When his hand came in touch with her bare back, she felt an unknown chill.

"I'm sorry. It happened without me knowing." He excused himself, causing her stomach butterflies to tickle her belly.

"Can you touch a bit higher? I feel a bit cold." She requested, and he nodded, but instead of putting his hand in one place, he did something else. He used his fingertips to cross over her spine vertebrae, producing a source of energy for her to warm up.

Another unknown sensation for her that she welcomed, as it was him who was providing it. She looked up, meeting his blue sky eyes that drew her soul to join heaven.

"Be my baby machine?" He blurted out.

"What?" She was perplexed, if she had heard correctly.

"I have a proposal for you." He spoke quietly, not to spook her away.

"What is it?" She was eager to know what it was about, especially hearing his voice.

The music changed and wasn't calm anymore.

She took his hand and headed out of the dance floor.

The elite took it personally as a challenge from the other guests, and a battle of dance started. Those who looked so attached to their outfits loosened their ties, removed their jackets, and rolled up their sleeves.

"Let the battle start," someone said, and there started the real fun of the night.

She opened a dimly lit room that got illuminated by the touch of the key.

"What is your proposal?" She questioned him, keeping a distance from him, a thing that he didn't appreciate, now moving toward her as she backed off, not from fear but to find a place to stand, not to fall, as her knees were about to betray her. Thankfully, the pillar that was out of place became her ally.

"I want you to be my baby machine. My bed warmer. My wife in the eyes of the world, but my baby maker inside our room. I want you to give me the right to touch, to kiss, and pleasure you till oblivion because you are driving me crazy." His quiet voice was gone, and this one took its place, making her knees jelly.

It wasn't the first time someone offered her an indecent proposal, but it was the first time that she didn't feel the urge to scream or to push them away. On the contrary, she was thinking to... when he spoke again, now calming his rage but closing the distance. Breathing on her lips, he continued, "Accept, Maya, don't force me to obligate you as..."

He couldn't finish as her lips touched his, and the world for him stopped moving in that moment her lips moved against his.

He had never allowed a woman to kiss him or touch him in this way, but he was allowing her lips to kiss his, her tongue to slide inside his mouth, letting her win the battle with his tongue.

Her hand passed behind his neck and twirled his short black hair; all he did was hold her back, caressing her spine, giving her permission to do what she wanted with his lips.

"I have been dreaming about this moment since I saw you a week ago, and we get this red thread," she was clad in his arms, set on his lap for the time being, leaving her worries away. Although whoever would see them would say the last indecent words for her, still, she didn't mind at all.

He was on the same page as her, living in the moment without caring for the world, but only for her, which was changing his heartbeat.

"You know my name, but I don't know yours, or I didn't listen as meeting you distracted me." Her hand rested on his cheek, he took it and kissed her palm.

"Amor, Agustin Crawford."

"Amor or Agustin, which do you prefer to be called?"

"The business world knows me as Agustin because Amor will make me look weak."

"I will call you Amor. Amor," she chanted his name, making him uncomfortable down there.

"Soon I will make you moan my name, scream my name in pure bliss, baby machine."

He tightened his grip around her waist, barely holding himself back from ripping that dress off her.

She smiled at his words, but if someone else spoke like that, she would become a lioness.

Something told her to trust him, and his words were not malicious.

"It's time I go before my parents start to worry. I hope this dress isn't ruined as it is made of delicate material," she said, looking at her dress with fear of any wrinkles or loose threads.

"Don't worry, I have sewn it with my own hands and it's a combination of materials. It will not have wrinkles or loose threads."

"How? What?"

"You are not the only one with magic hands. I can create wonders too," he said, holding her necklace that had the phoenix bird engraved.

"I have burnt my old self and I have been reborn again, like the bird. So, if you are here to play, then please leave before I give myself completely to you." Her posture changed, her voice wasn't warm anymore, it was icy, demanding him to think twice.

"It's not your fault to doubt me. We just met and made out. Probably you feel a bit guilty to let yourself free with an unknown person who dares to say improper words against a pure angel like you.

But calling you a baby machine, my baby machine, is not to cut your wings, but to make them grow wider to protect your family. I don't know about your past and I couldn't care less about it because now I am here to share the world, the path, the time, the bed.

You trust me and I will not let you down."

He had Maya under his spell with his soft talking, convincing her heart that he was the One.

He touched her silky hair but didn't like how it felt on his hand.

" I want you to get rid of the facade you wear. Next time, I want to see you without makeup or straightened hair. Be yourself. I want you to be the one who wears a hoodie and has no makeup but a dreamy smile.

These lips don't need lipstick as they are kissable, edible, and suckable. It's my turn to kiss you." 

He started and didn't waste a minute more. His lips sucked on hers as if he were thirsty for them. His heart wanted more and more, leaving them breathless when they parted and kissing again as if there were no tomorrow.

No woman had ever been kissed or touched by him this way.

His heart linked with hers from the time the red thread twirled on their wrists.

Finally, two separate souls found each other, and with each moment they shared, their souls would merge into one, as they were before time separated them.

The trials would be hard in each chapter of their lives, until the amalgamation of their souls into one shall be completed.