Fear

I felt him pull me away from the wall. He turned off the shower with his free hand and carried me over to the sink. I got on my feet and he gently turned me over it. My ear was beating fast. I thought we were done. What else was going on in that crazy mind of his?

"Denzel, I really should get going to my room." My body was in a frenzy when he started rubbing the tip of his cock over the opening of my pussy hole.

"We can stay together tonight. You don't have to go downstairs anymore." He answered beating my opening with his cap. My pussy was getting aroused and my nipples hardened beneath my shirt. I decided to take it off since it was wet from the moments we had under the shower. He kept repeating the same teasing in my pussy entrance and I realized it was getting it ready for another one. And my body, which I thought was weary got active again. He made me bend over the counter and I exposed my bud to him. It was left bare for him to do anything with. I was nervous and dropped his hands on my ass cheek.

"Oh my goodness, Denzel!" I cried out when he successfully slammed into me in one wholesome swoop. Using his hand, he grabbed a full of my hair and pushed my head into the sink. I gripped hard the wood of the cupboard underneath it. He started fucking me at a steady pace. It was not slow and neither was he fast. I moaned into the sink as he made me feel a certain kind of pleasure. He had the access to spank me but he only rubbed my cheeks when his hand came down there from roaming around my body.

My head was In the sink throughout the tumbling ride and I loved it. It made me trapped and I had no choice but to keep still till it was all over. I didn't come again but he did, releasing as much juice as he did during the first intimacy. My legs felt so weak by the time we were done.

I was taken to his bed, exhausted and sore. Denzel cuddled me from behind and I wondered if he only needed a bedmate or if he valued me being in the bed with him. While we were fucking away in his bathroom, the social life of Lena was going down the hill. Photos of her scar had spread across the entire country. Some people think the scars were makeup while some assumed she was being mistreated by Rehan. I wanted Lena to at least, come out clean and tell everyone what really happened to her so that the person inflicting the pain would be arrested. But she doesn't care about all that. All she wanted to achieve was to blame me and make me look like a bad person.

"What is it?" I asked Denzel who had been standing at the balcony alone for a while now. He had received a call that seemed very urgent.

"Lena has sued you in court for harassment and conspiracy. We have to go and speak to the lawyers tomorrow morning." He revealed. My mind was blown to bits. I didn't know this situation would get out of hand like this.

"I don't want to go to jail. I didn't do it." I said wrapping my arms around his waist. I let the first tear slide. "Lena has the influence to lock me up somewhere for a long time. She doesn't believe that I didn't do it." I pointed and Denzel sighed.

"Someone is urging her to do this. Lena hasn't ever behaved like this before. I think she's a puppet who answers to one master." Denzel speculated.

"Do you think it's your father?" I queried.

"It is obviously my father. He's looking for a way to take you down, remember?" He asked and I nodded.

"So, he's our bad guy. I can negotiate with them so they do not torture you or try to lock you up for you to be forced to admit the crime." He pointed out and I nodded once again. Relax, Sheldon. We will get to the bottom of this quicker than you expect.

I wasn't convinced one bit. Lena and her billion dollars worth father would come for me in full force. Now, it's not just an inner family circle feud, it's an exposed news and everyone's eyes will be lurking on the family to reveal exactly what happened.

The next day, I went to the clinic with a lurch in my stomach. I got birth control pills and took the dose the nurse told me. I didn't bother to discuss it with Denzel because of the big issue right in front of us — discussing about having a kid together is unlikely important at this point.

The court day eventually came and Denzel and I went to meet the lawyers. I didn't know how to face Lena. She has been hiding since the event and I heard she got top security surrounding her house so the paparazzi doesn't invade her privacy. Her father is also controlling the preying eyes of the public who wants to know if he was aware of Lena's scars.

I messed up big time, I ruined the peace in the family with my meddling and concern.

Entering the meeting room, my gaze first caught Lena's. Her eyes glimpsed at me before she looked away almost immediately. Her focus was now transfixed on the floor. She was sitting across the rectangular table, wearing a black suit that gave off 'trouble'. She had sunshade glasses on the table and I guessed she used that to hide her face during her entrance.

With wobbly feet, I sat on a reserved seat rightly opposite hers. Denzel was beside me and I got hope from just his nearness.

"Let's proceed. Mrs. Lena, please, can you make a statement on the real reasons you've decided to sue Sheldon?" One of the lawyers asked her and she raised her head slowly. She took a minute like she was trying to remember something she had memorized at home.

"When she connived with someone to have my clothes taken from me so that the world would see my scar, I was not the only one affected. My children were affected too and they all had their lives to live. I'm suing her because of my children, I'm suing her because Rehan is now being seen as an abuser which he isn't. He has never abused me before. I want to save my family from this bad spotlight." She said and I felt like clapping for her because her speech was uplifting.

"I have a question, why don't you want anyone to know about the scars on your back?" The other lawyer asked and she frowned.

"It is my personal affairs. It's not a must that I must let the world know what goes on in my life. It's my body and I will not be forced to talk about it." She maintained.

"Let us have a negotiation, why the detectives are doing their part of the job, they are not going to detain Miss Sheldon for any reason whatsoever. She also shall not be threatened or tortured into admitting that she conducted the conspiracy..." The lawyer went on and on to list what was written in the agreement he had documented. Luckily, Lena and her lawyers agreed to it. After the meeting at the court, Lena went to the police station for the statement she was asked to give concerning her husband, Rehan. They wanted to be sure if he was really mistreating her. But Lena isn't ready to give any details about her scar.

When Denzel and I got home, I received another death message on my phone. I thought it was Denzel, maybe because he was in his room and I was in mine when it came in. My dearest secret admirer sent me a photo of Denzel and me kissing at the house gathering party. I was sure whoever was responsible was following me everywhere.

I chuckled. It seems like they have nothing better to do with their time.

A text message followed the next second;

Unknown number: You did something. You are going to pay for what you did by dying first.

My throat dried up. I didn't understand why the person couldn't be specific about what horrible thing I had done.

Then, a sudden thought came to me.

What if it was Hunter? Was he ready to kill me because of how Denzel treats him?