Chapter Eighteen

Olivia

I woke up with a tremendous headache, I couldn't open my eyes. Terrible idea Olivia, terrible idea. What looked like a good idea to escape reality the other night turned into a physical hell. I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil.

I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

Yes, I have had a boyfriend. We kissed and had multiple sexual encounters. However, it was so soul-depleting that I lay there hoping he would finish quickly, even within a minute, because I didn’t feel any pleasure. Not like the pleasure that I had experienced when Clyde Harrison touched me with his mouth and fingers. Yes, I had been touched twice by my ex-boyfriend Michael, but I felt nothing, only pain.It was nothing compared to what  I endured at the hands of Clyde Harrison.

I had to break up with my ex because I couldn't continue that kind of relationship if I didn't feel anything. And that's why I never had sex with anyone else after, only touching myself and making myself feel good but it wasn't the same.

He was a horrible person, even though he made my body feel good. Who carries a gun with him everywhere? He even has guns among his employees. If a child saw them, they would even understand.

As he spooned me from behind, I attempted to remove his hand from my stomach. But he had a firm hold.

"Why can’t you sit still woman?" He groaned pulling me closer.

"Let go of me! Did you take advantage of my drunken state?! I swear to God if you did take advantage of me I'm going to cut your d*ck off!" I growled trying to release myself from his grip.

"You don't remember anything, again! Just lay down and stop yelling it's morning." He finally pulled his arm away and laid flat on his stomach turning his head to the other side.

"I'm serious Clyde Harrison, If you touched me.." I began after sitting on the bed.

"Stop it! I already told you I don't touch women without their permission." He spoke then he turned his head looking at me.

"Besides, every time I'll touch you I'll do it when you're sober so you can remember everything." He smirked winking before closing his eyes.

"Keep dreaming you asshole!" I threw my pillow at him before leaving the bed.

"I liked you better when you were drunk!" He smiled with his eyes closed.

"Oh, shut up!" I yelled again before entering the restroom.

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Clyde

She didn't recall anything from last night, and I was right. A part of me wished for her to recall so I could relive her touch and gaze. However, I didn't since it was better that way.

"What?" I answered the phone while still on the bed.

"The party is tonight at 19:30." Gabriel informed me.

"You got the invitations?"

"Yes sir. I sent them to Arthur Smith this morning.

"Good." I smiled ending the call. It was more a devilish smile.

Another ringtone was heard in the room, since the only people who slept there were me and my wife I guessed that was Olivia’s phone. Even the ringtone was weird. Dad appeared on her phone screen, I decided to answer for her.

"Hello Arthur, I apologize I had to answer Olivia’s phone, she is in the restroom."

"Oh, hello son. No worries I'll call her later. I wanted to thank you for the invitations tonight, since your phone was busy I decided to try my luck with my daughter." It made me sick to my stomach every time he called me son.

"Was that my phone?" Olivia questioned as she just got out of the restroom.

"It's a pleasure. See you tonight. I'll pass the phone to your daughter."

She gave me a threatening look taking the phone from my hand harshly and I entered the restroom leaving her to speak to her father.

Not quite leaving, because I left the restroom's door open to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Hi dad, why would you see him tonight?" She asked, I couldn't see her, I could only listen to her side of the conversation.

"What party are you saying? What invitations? All of you, Mom as well?" she didn't sound happy.

"No, Dad you aren't going anywhere. Don't you dare take my mom with you? And I'm not going as well he hadn't said anything to me.”

Why wouldn't she want her family to come to a party? I understood the reason when she continued.

"Because those men are dangerous Dad, they have guns. No, I know everyone nowadays keeps a gun for protection but isn't it weird that they are all scary men with guns?"

"Yeah, you should have thought about it before you married me dear wifey.

"Are you kidding me, dad? Just because he invites you to a party he is suddenly the best man in the world for you? Let's see if you will think the same when I get divorced." She spat and when she mentioned the divorce I almost fisted the wall.

"Don't yell Dad! Yes I know we had a deal and I kept my part of the deal. The deal was to get married not to stay married to him." She whispers in order not to be heard by me.

So they had a deal, that's why she accepted to get married to me. "

No, I won't stay married to him!" She whispered and yelled again.

"I can find out that by myself dad, I don't need your help this time. Dad? Hello? Dad? "

I guess he hung up on his daughter because he was upset. What was this agreement between them that she wanted to get married as soon as possible and was compelled to accept my marriage proposal?