Page 45 of Bound To Me

“Because like I said: you’re fucking trash; you’re just a cum dumpster and I’ll always use you how I please.”

His words pricked deep down in my chest.

He grunted hard as he came inside of me, his cum quickly spilling out of me. He pulled out and grabbed his belt off the floor; I began to squirm as he wrapped the leather around my wrists, locking my arms in place behind my back. I finally looked back at him; just as he let go of me, his eyes scanned my room in search of something.

“What are you doing?” I cried as he walked around my room, inching closer to my phone on the nightstand, almost camouflaged atop a black book.

I realized he found it as he smiled to himself and headed straight for it. I knew what he was gonna do—he was going to erase evidence of his confession.

“Please, don’t,” I begged, wobbling as I stood up to face him, my hands still bound behind my back.

He ignored me as he tapped something into my phone. He guessed my password right away: his birthday.

“Fucking obsessed with me, aren’t you?” He quickly glanced up at me with disdain, then looked back down at my phone.

“Michael,” I cried, sitting on the bed, losing hope.

He continued to ignore me as he erased the voice note. Of course, I was stupid enough to not back it up anywhere, so I knew it was gone; I lost the upper hand. My head slumped down in front of me as he tossed the phone next to me on the bed.

“I can tell by how defeated you look that that was the only copy,” he said, his voice smug and triumphant.

I looked up just as he pulled his zipper up and buttoned his jeans.

I shook my head at him, feeling hopeless and shattered. “Now what?”

He raised his eyebrows at me as if he were surprised.

“Now what?” He laughed, mocking me again. “Now nothing. Now you need to leave me and Hana the fuck alone.”

I expected that answer but it didn’t stop me from continuing to sob.This is it. I’m losing him.

“Won’t you still come see me…when you want to?” I hated how pathetic and desperate I sounded.

He scoffed and shook his head, heading for the door. Without looking back, he said, “Sure, Jackie. When I feel like beating the shit out of someone, you’ll be the first one I call.”

Now

I turned my phone off once I made it safely into the hotel only a few minutes away from Elliott’s house. I ran a hot bath and soaked in the tub, my salty tears mixing with the clean water.

MichaelhiredElliott. Michael gave Elliott money towatchme like a fucking spy. I felt like I didn’t even know who he was anymore. He was a private investigator on the side?What the fuck?Did he go to New Yorkjustto follow me? Was Kate real? Was any of it real? He said it was but how was I going to believe someone who fucking followed me and lied about it? His charming smile, his persistent attempts to talk to me on the plane, giving me his card—it was all just a ploy to get closer to me, wasn’t it? Pretending to be such a fucking gentleman. But…hewasa gentleman. He made me feel safe and loved. But how could I ever forgive him for this? How could I ever trust him again? He knew my past and was too fucking selfish to tell me the truth. He got me into this deep love affair by fucking lying to me.

And Michael—Michael knew exactly where I was. He was in LA, taking pictures of me and Elliott. Did he know where I worked too? Did he know where I was while I stayed at the hostel? Of course he did. I’m sure Elliott told him. And then Elliott coaxed me into moving in with him.

Fuck.

I fell asleep in the bathtub. I woke up gasping, the cold water sloshing around as I quickly sat up, remembering where I was and the nightmare that had followed me across the country. Sunlight shone through the window in the hotel room.Awesome, almost accidentally drowning? I’m doing fucking great.

I turned my phone on and a flood of texts came through, all from Elliott.

Jacqueline, once you’ve slept on it, please come back.

I am not “in cahoots” with Michael, baby. I never was.

I love you. Everything between us has been real. I haven’t lied to you about anything, baby.

I’m so sorry I’ve hurt you. I never wanted this to happen. I didn’t expect to fall in love with you. The only thing Michael did was hire me. I didn’t know anything else, I swear.

Good morning. Please call me. I love you.

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