Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Samantha

I WOKE up with a blanket covering my naked body. Dylan's not around and it relieved me. I feel it would be better not to see him after what he did to me last night. He used me like I am some kind of whore and I loath him for that.

A sarcastic smile formed in my lips as I gripped the blanket that's covering my body. Seriously? After using me like that, he'll cover me with a blanket as if nothing happened.

I balled my fist and slowly sat on the bed. I bit my lower lip as pain sting in between my legs. I groaned and pushed myself to stand. Covered with blanket, I went inside the bathroom, limping.

Slowly, I started caressing my arm. I swallowed hard and faced the mirror in the bathroom. With trembling hands, I dropped the blanket and squeezed my eyes closed as I saw the reflection of my body in the mirror.

There are kiss marks in my chest and arm, down to my stomach and legs. 

I took a deep breath and made my way to the shower area. I started rubbing my skin, trying to remove the traces of his touch and kiss.

After taking a bath, I went to the kitchen. I saw Jacob putting a cup of coffee in front of Dylan.

I froze and was about to turn my back when Dylan noticed me. He immediately pulled me and made me sat on his lap. I tried to stand up, but he firmly held my waist and made me faced him.

His jaw clenched. “Let me ravish you before I go to work, sweetheart.”

I was about to move my face when he pulled me by my nape and crashed his lips against mine. His other hand made its way inside my shorts and started rubbing me.

I bit his lips and got off him, but he's quick to grab my wrist that made me flinched. He threw the coffee from the table and harshly pushed me on it. He bent my body as he pressed his body against mine. He started kissing my neck from the back as I met Jacob's blue eyes.

I felt so dirty and disgusted as Dylan pressed his front against my back.

Tears started pooling in my eyes.

“Listen here, sweetheart. You don't have the rights to refuse to me. I'm just giving back what your father did to my mother. You see, I'm still being nice to you since you haven't lost your mind.” he whispered in my ear and cupped my front.

I flinched as my breathing became rugged. I withdraw my stare from Jacob and bit my lower lip as I tried to push Dylan away from me.

“Jacob, leave us. I don't want you to see my wife's body as I f*ck her.” Dylan commanded.

Fear consumed me as I shifted my gaze back to Jacob. I started shaking my head as tears started streaming down my face.

Jacob avoided my gaze. “I'm sorry, sir, but you're gonna be late for your meeting.”

Dylan slammed his fist on the table. “Just f*cking leave, Jacob, or you want to join us, do you?”

I balled my trembling fist. I dropped my eyes on the table as I hear Jacob's footsteps, leaving the kitchen.

I squeezed my eyes closed as Dylan tore my clothes again and started using my body for his own selfish pleasure.

Every move and every kiss he does, my stomach is turning upside down, making me want to puke in disgust.

I swallowed hard and dropped my exhausted body on the floor after he's done. He then buckled his belt and kissed my lips again before leaving me in the kitchen.

Panting, I rested my back against the dining table and squeezed my eyes closed. Tears escaped my eyes, but I maintained my emotionless face. I'm so tired with this life.

I flinched when a warm arm gently carried me, after a cloth covered my body. My eyes widened as Jacob's blue, intense eyes welcomed me.

His jaws are clenched. He's also half naked because he covered my naked body with his black t-shirt.

I looked away. “P-Please put me down.”

“I'm sorry.”

My heart pounded as I shifted my gaze back to him. “W-Why?”

His stares become more intense as anger formed in his eyes. “I don't have a choice. I need his money to save my dying mother.”

I didn't respond, instead, I rested my head against his naked chest as he started walking. His palm in my legs is too warm and his body against mine is too hard. I don't know, but, I suddenly felt secure and comfortable in his arms.

“W-Where is he?” I asked, almost whispering.

“He left already. Do you wanna escape? I will help you.”

I chuckled without humor. “Your mother is dying.”

“I'll look for another job.”

I squeezed my eyes closed as I swallowed hard. We reached the bedroom, and he slowly deposited me on the bed. He's also quick to cover my nakedness with a blanket as he stared at me with so much emotion in his eyes which I couldn't read.

I stared back at him. “I can't leave yet. He's hiding my brother.”

He stood beside the bed and took a deep sigh. He slowly nodded. “I will think of a way to help you.”

I appreciate that he want to help me, but I just can't accept pity from anyone. With my situation, pride is the only thing that's left in me.

I shook my head. “I'm not your responsibility, Jacob.”

“I-I don't understand, miss Samantha, how did you end up with him?”

I smiled, a faint one. “We were in love, at least I thought,” I shook my head again. “He's just after my wealth and is up for revenge.”

He didn't respond. He just stared at me for a second before pressing his lips together. He slipped his hands inside his pocket. “I'll be in the living area, miss Samantha, if you need anything, just shout my name.”

I couldn't help but to laugh. What is he, a superhero?

I looked at him again, who's now confused after I laughed. I faintly smiled. “Can you cook for me again? I'm hungry.”

He nodded. “Okay, just give me thirty minutes.”

I stared at the door after he left. I felt so feeble in bed. I'm glad that Jacob is there to carry me because I know I wouldn't be able to walk back in the bedroom after what Dylan did.

I'm just physically and emotionally exhausted.