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I snapped out of my shock when he waved his fingers before my eyes. "Anyone home or do you plan on ghosting me again?" Ghosting him? God! When did I ever-- right! Oliver smashed my phone and I only just got it back yesterday. I didn't even bother to check in with him. It completely slipped my mind. "Let's move out of the way first so we don't attract the cops," he offered. "There's a restaurant right over there. If you're not in a hurry, shall we?" He shrugged so fast, I almost missed it. "Er- Y-Yes," I nodded and turned to my car immediately, wondering why I went speechless all of a sudden. He suddenly grabbed my arm and I turned my neck to his blank face, the look in his eyes causing my heart to skip a beat. "Please don't run," he stated rather flatly and no gulped, nodding. His face suddenly lifted in a smile, making my insides explode as he let go of me. "I'll be right in front of you." I got into the car and waited for him to lead the way on his bike and it was just around
I was biting my nails, trembling as I paced the floors. At the sharp sound of the elevator ding, I turned around to the direction and saw his relieved face when he saw me. He took long strides and I met him half way, the effect of the fear finally getting to me as I'm sniffing at my tears. He grabbed my shoulders with his face heavy with concern. "Rebecca, are you alright?" he had one warm hand on my cheek wiping my tears and I shook my head. "What is it? What did you see?" I gathered myself to explain the beautiful message someone left me, ignoring that he was a stranger and I probably shouldn't be doing this but during the call where I had screamed, his voice was the only thing that made me sane at that moment and he had demanded my address. "It was written in red- I don't know if it's blood or lipstick or paint. I just freaked out when I saw it." 'Found you.' those were the words I'd seen back there and I still couldn't get the image out of my head. "Did you call security?" he
"Why me?" I barely recognize my own voice. The man sitting on the couch in the dark room she was called into, scares her. It's not just because he's a stranger and I'm all alone with him, everything about him screams something more... Something deeper and mysterious-- dangerous even.I shouldn't be here.Yet I couldn't resist the tempting offer when Molly had thrown it on the table."It's just one night," she had assured me. "They are big clients and you can get the money for her hospital bills. I barely have enough for myself, Becca. I really don't want to make you do this but the choice is yours."My mother had been sick for years now and we not only burnt our health insurance and trust funds but our extended family had called it quits, saying there's no need spending money on a dying woman.She wasn't dying. She just wasn't getting better and I wasn't going to give up. My mother is the only remaining family from the car crash fifteen years ago.I lost my father to the crash and my
I push myself away from his arms and he lets me go, folding his arms with a cocky eyebrow that makes me want to shrivel and hide.He has never given me that look before. From when I agreed that first night, Oliver has always been gentle with me like he was in love with my body and he admired it every time."Explain the meaning of those words, Rebecca, before I lose it." His threats are enough to snap me out of the past.With a gulp, I repeat myself, "I'm ending this-"He scoffs, cutting me halfway, "That's funny. You sound like your own boss."He's mocking me, reminding me of my place and my throat dries up. "Oliver please," I whisper. "I can't do this anymore. Surely you never planned to still keep me by your side while you get engaged-""So?" He stops me there. "What's wrong with that?"I stare at him totally flabbergasted by his words and the look on his face tells me he's no joke.The disrespect glares me in the face and I come to the harsh realisation that I'm nothing but a mere
"Say something," Oliver plays with my hair as he still has my hand over his chest. He's touching my face tenderly and unlike before when I'll shiver from our spark, now I shiver in fear.For three years, he put up an act. He must've had a blast watching me fool myself. My God! All the nights I whisper how much I love him as he makes love to my body-- he must've laughed his ass off on his way to work the next day."Shall we go get dinner and then tomorrow we search for a bigger place?" He suggests in all his cruelty and I'm clenching my other fist." Or do you want to take this someplace else?" He draws closer to me, placing his hand on my cheek as he leans in for a kiss. "I want to fuck you so badly tonight till you squirt all over the sheets-""Don't fucking touch me!" I push him away with all my strength, trembling as I hug my arms. I feel exposed to his watchful eyes."Don't touch me," I whisper, holding his shocked gaze. "I don't want to be with you anymore-""The answer is no,"
I open my eyes to the bright morning light, alone in our bed. I didn't even know when he left for work. I was completely exhausted from our rounds of sex and passed out halfway.That was the only way I could sleep, otherwise, I would've been up all night, probably crying and sobbing like a freaking baby.The side of the bed where he used to occupy feels cold and I clutch the sheets tightly with a hole in my heart.Sooner than later, I'm going to be a live-in mistress. No doubt, when he's not sleeping with me, he's across the hall making love to another woman-- his wife.What right do I have to even complain and seek his attention?I lie flat on my back, resting my hand over my head to block the rays of the sun and to hide my tears rolling down the side of my face.Every joyful memory I've had with Oliver now stands at a distance, far from my reach, leaving behind only a wrenching feeling of despair and emptiness.God! Will this pain ever end?Sighing deeply, I pick myself up from the
I sit gently in the car and glue myself to the door with a racing heart. He hasn't said a word for the past five minutes now yet it feels like we've been in here for hours.We're still in the parking lot, not going anywhere-- at least that's a good thing, right?Is this one of those scenes in movies where the girlfriend is threatened? I've been expecting it for three years now but Grandfather-- as I've come to start calling him-- has been awfully quiet.Oliver has invited me for dinner with him three times and each of those times, he hasn't said a word directly to me.I wonder... What he wants now.The bodyguard at the front suddenly turns to me, handing over a thin envelope. I stare at him and then stare at what he's giving me.Is this a gift?I turn to grandfather who has his eyes closed and his head straight. I'm not even worth the attention, am I?"Take it."I jolt at the two words and quickly accept it with trembling hands. His voice is cold as ice and they hold a fierceness that
I can't lift my head from the steering wheel, ashamed at what just happened. Oliver's grandfather is long gone and I'm sitting in my own car with the weight of the cheque heavy on my consciousness."God!" I sigh with heavy breath. I just displayed what I've been labelled all these years.A freaking gold digger. I just picked that good sum over a human being! In my defence, I'll need to pay back what he's burnt on me and I'll need all the money I can get but taking it from Oliver's grandfather-- he must be having a good laugh.I don't know how I feel. A part of me wants to feel bad about my actions but a much bigger part worries if this is a blessing from God to help me save myself.Why didn't he use someone else? Why Oliver's grandfather? That man gives me the chills and the creeps. He looks like he can go at any length to make sure he has his way.His words from earlier flash in my thoughts and I grip the wheels. Betrothed from birth? Well now that's a huge shame on me. I understand