Page 32 of Choosing Skyler

“Get up, Devon! Right fucking now!” I hear Brady in my ear. “That asshole, Dirk, is in the coffee shop with Skyler and she’s alone. Get the fuck up!”

I hear the commotion on their end of the phone as Devon gets up and realizes what Brady is telling him. I start to reach for the store phone on the counter, but Dirk beats me to it. He grabs it from the dock next to the register.

“Tsk, tsk. Who you gonna call, Skyler? Ghostbusters?” He laughs at his own joke. “Come on, Baby. You know you want me. You can admit it now that your bodyguards aren’t here to stop us.”

I hear the roar of the engine on the other end of the phone line. “We’re on the way. Keep him talking. I’m going to put you on speaker so Devon can hear everything. I’m already recording the call,” Brady tells me.

“We’re coming, Sweets. We’ve got you,” Devon says.

I close my eyes to take a breath and instantly regret it when Dirk uses the distraction to leap across the high counter. I scream and run for the office, but he grabs me around the waist and hauls me back into his chest.

“Shh, Baby. You don’t want to wake the town, do you?” he coos in my right ear, running a hand up to squeeze my breast. “This has been a long time coming. Just you and me, Baby.”

“Dirk, the shop is open. Customers could come in anytime,” I say, my voice shaking with my rising panic. “Please,” I beg. “Just let me go. Leave me alone.” I struggle to get away from him, but he just tightens his hold on my waist and raises his left hand from my breast to my throat, squeezing.

“Always the tease. Strutting around with that asshat, Devon. Does he know about the pretty beach boy you were with yesterday? I guess you traded up on that one, huh, Baby?” he growls. “Now, I’ve got you all to myself. Don’t worry about the customers. We won’t be where they can see us,” he says as he starts walking me toward the office I was so desperate to run to just moments ago. Now, it feels like an awaiting tomb.

I hear Devon in my ear shouting at Brady, “Step on the fucking gas, man! If he gets her in that office, we’ll never get in without a key. I’m calling Chelsea, Sky. We’re coming up Main Street, now. Fight him! Don’t let him lock you in that office!”

Heeding Devon’s warning, I start to push back against Dirk. I dig my heels in and try to backtrack, but it’s no use. I may as well be a feather fighting a boulder for all the good it does. He just keeps walking me forward. I hear Devon on the phone with Chelsea, telling her that there’s an emergency at the shop and I’m in trouble. I know without a doubt that she’ll be on her way. Not that it will do me much good. She lives all the way out of town, up the mountain. It will take her at least half an hour to get here.

I hear the sound of Brady’s Chevelle coming up the road and echoing in my ear. They’ll be in here in a minute if I can just hold Dirk back for that long. When we reach the office door, I throw both hands out gripping the door frame on both sides trying to stop him from pushing me inside.

He yanks me back into him again, knocking my Air Pod to the floor just as I hear the bell over the lobby door and feet pounding toward us. Dirk spins us around and adjusts his hold on me so that he’s pinning my arms to my sides. I look up and catch Brady’s terrified gaze just as Dirk backs us into the office and kicks the door closed.

“Skyler!” Brady and Devon both shout, running to pound on the office door.

I fight to get away from Dirk and open the door. It locks automatically and can only be opened with the key from the outside. Just as my fingers touch the doorknob, I’m yanked backwards into Dirk’s rock-hard chest.

“You little slut,” he sneers. “You’re with both of them and don’t want to give me the time of day?! Well, you’re mine now, Baby,” he says, spinning me around to face him. I slap him as hard as I can across the face, but he just smirks. “Oh, you’re gonna be fun, huh, Baby?” he says, pushing me back toward Chelsea’s desk.

“Brady! Devon!” I yell. “Help! Call the police!”

“They’re already on the way. I called them as soon as I got off the phone with Chelsea,” Devon says through the door. “Let her out, Dirk. You piece of shit! Don’t you fucking touch her!” he yells, pounding on the door.

“Oh, I’m already touching her,” Dirk laughs as he pushes me down on the desk and puts his hand back around my throat. “Ain’t that right, Baby?”

I kick and fight and try to scream again, but he just tightens his grip on my throat until I see black spots at the edge of my vision. I stop fighting him and go limp, tears running down the sides of my face.

“That’s right. Cry for me, Baby,” he says, reaching his other hand down to unbutton his shorts and push them down. Thankfully, my jeans will be a lot harder for him to get off one handed. Maybe that will buy enough time for the police or Chelsea to get here.

“Dirk, don’t be stupid, man. The police and the shop owner are on their way. We have everything on a recorded call. You’re just digging your hole deeper. Let her go,please!” Brady begs from the other side of the door and my heart breaks at the pain in his voice.

Dirk raises his eyebrows in surprise. “That true, Baby? You got me on a recorded call?” Then, his eyes widen when I nod. “Well, that’s inconvenient. Not that it will make much difference. You know it won’t ever see the light of day in this town. Would they let their very own golden boy football star go down like that? Naw, I don’t think so. But if we have more company coming, I guess we better move this along, huh?” he says as he reaches down to stroke his erection. “Where do you want it, Baby?”

I shake my head and cry harder. I’m so scared that he’s right. No matter what happens in this office, he’ll get away with it.

“Please don’t,” I cry.

He leans down and licks the tears from my face, groaning with pleasure before whispering, “Last chance, Baby. Where do you want it? You choose or I will. I’m thinking that ass should be nice and tight.”

“No!” I sob and fight against his hold. He tightens his hand on my throat again and my mouth flies open as I gasp for air.

“Ooohhh, look at that mouth. Is that where you want it?” he asks before sliding me up the desk until my head is hanging off the other side.

He steps around the side of the desk and rubs the wet head of his erection along my lips just as the police sirens can be heard coming down Main Street. I try to turn my head away, but he tightens his hold until I gasp again, and he slides his erection all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag. Still fighting his hold on me, I bite down,hard.

He jumps back and yells, “You stupid bitch!”

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