05

WILLOW

My bare torso exposed, his hands traced down my thigh, attempting to remove my jeans. Frustration echoed in my moans, and despite my silent pleas, he seemed unyielding. I closed my eyes, whispering a desperate prayer as the world around me faded into darkness.

I was powerless before him, I was his feeble prey and he was my predator, tears slowly slide down my cheeks in despair he was almost done taking it off until my eyes darted back to the empty glass of orange juice I consumed earlier it was arm's length away from us.

I felt myself getting weaker and weaker this was my only chance and I'm not going to let it slide easily, gathering every strength left I struggle to grasps for the glass as the idiot chuckles when I successfully grabbed hold of it.

"what's that princess?" I smashed the glass directly at the floor as it breaks an old trick my Dad taught me when I was 4.

Not much of an old trick and shouldn't be taught to a 4 year old in the first place, guess it came out handy.

I weakly point the broken glass at him, as he slowly backs away with a faint smile, with every strength left in my body I slowly backed him to a wall threatening to slit his throat open.

Just a minute ago ago he was on me undressing me as I weakly let him do to me as he pleased but now I'm furious and probably that drown the drug a little.

"what's going on here" my eyes wide in shock, nana Sloane made herself visible with a lady probably in her late thirties I'm probably guessing is the dickhead's fiance as they slowly made their way to us.

"who are you and why are you trying to kill my fiance" The woman flares up while nana was shock beyond words as she drops her shopping bag and ran towards her son.

"Caden, are you okay?" she inquired, tilting her head to inspect for wounds. The son of a bastard shot me a wicked smile, and we both sensed his intentions as he gently pushed Nana aside, making his way toward me. A resounding slap echoed in the room.

"Caden..." Nana gasped, deeply shocked, her eyes widened. I kept my gaze on the cold floor, unable to meet anyone's eyes.

"Don't 'Caden' me, Mother. This slut wouldn't have attempted to rape me, even though I did't want to do anything with her. I told her I'm already engaged to Cora, but she didn't care and decided she would stab me if I didn't give in to her requests. This is all your fault, what were you thinking when you hired her? So, you hired a rapist?" Nana Sloane couldn't hold her tears any longer. She couldn't believe I could do this again, I've been insulted and surely I'm going to get fired.

With all the drama going around I forgot I'm half naked with only my bra and my panties my cheeks glow red in embarrassment as I felt cold air dance with my skin.

The so called Cora picked up my clothes with her eyes red in anger and her face grimaced in disgust as she spat at me

"Get out of my house you cheap excuse for woman you should be ashamed of hitting on another woman's fiance, next time you harass my husband to be, I'll gladly file a report against you, to be clear now I repeat get the fuck out of my house" she wasn't even letting me change into my clothes, I pick up my clothes with my purse and phone tightly clunged to me.

I glared at Caden who again licked his lower lip getting a nice view of my backside, I pray he goes blind.

The so called Cora head to the door waiting for me to leave she pulls the door wide open but Nana Sloane swiftly rushed to slam the door closed she eyes me in disgust, maybe to give me her own share of disappointment.

"Change into your clothes first. You may be selfish and heartless, but I'm not. I can't let you walk out and bring shame to the person who raised you. Go to the kitchen, change, and take the exit. Never show your face at my home again," she said with a tone of disgust and hate. I nodded in agreement. She shouldered past me and went upstairs. Cora followed but shot me one last glare as I headed to the kitchen to change into my clothes.

Unaware that tears had streamed down my face throughout, I gently wiped them away one last time, inhaling the last breath of Greenwich Village. This job was the sole reason I cherished this place—the people, the view. Unlike my first job, I loved this one because of Nana, who's truly the best. It's a shame she has a son as foolish as him. I can't help but feel sorry for Cora, his fiance, believing in her playboy, or professionally, a Casanova, over me. I don't blame her; he has her wrapped around his finger, and sadly, Nana too.

I take one last look at the place I can't believe I'm getting fired again today from my second job it has to be a record for a newyorker or enter the GUINESS BOOK OF RECORDS, nah who am I kidding I've seen worse maybe today is not just my day.

I slowly made my way to the exit unit I heard a loud clap I slowly turned to see the bastard wearing a wicked smile he moved close to, me we were so close I had to hold back a vomit.

"You aren't afraid of death are you ?" I hissed in addition glared directly at him.

"Not even in hell. Too bad, you know, we could have been a power couple." He intentionally leaned in, aiming to steal a kiss, but my delicate palm swiftly found its way to his right cheek. I firmly clasped it before I could deliver a resounding slap.

"You disgust me." I said prancing towards the exit.

"I understand you're upset, but if it helps, the offer still stands. I'm being generous here; most girls would jump at this opportunity." His statement made my stomach lurch, and the urge to vomit was undeniable.

"go suck on your own cock you goddamn son of a bastard, a dogs dick has more sperm than yours." I said as I watched his reaction, he was insulted that will make him think twice before talking dirty to me.

"don't worry we'll meet again maybe that time you would have already change your mind." he grinned trying to hide the fact that he's embarrassed I could see a hint of red flush across his cheek.

I twirled to face him, and he greeted me with a seductive grin. Drawing close, we were on the verge of a kiss; our breaths mingled, lips inches apart, curving into lustful smiles.

"So, it's a yes then..." He grinned in victory. I leaned in, whispered against his ear, and breathed, "Not a chance."