Page 58 of Remember When We
“Just imagine it.” He ignored my question. “You on your knees, with me fucking you hard from behind. I’d make sure you enjoy it.”
It made me feel sick, again. Just like the other day those kind of thoughts turned my stomach.
“Why do you keep bothering me? I make my payments just like we agreed and yet you keep on. You just keep on. Why?” I tried to keep the tremor out of my voice, but it wasn’t working. My voice quivered and the lump that formed in my throat made it hard to breath. It all worked in tandem to weaken me and allow him to see how vulnerable I was and felt.
He was the predator and I was his prey.
That was this, his game. I was the prey who was hoping like hell the predator allowed her to leave. To live another day.
The grin he gave me was more of a scowl mixed with a crude sardonic sneer.
“Noticed you have friends in high places. Is that why you’re suddenly talking big to me?”
“I’m not talking big, just asking a question. I came by and paid up for four months. It’s logical that you would leave me alone.”
“No, it’s not, because the thing I want isn’t the money.” He took one more step closer to me. I stepped backward.
It was the same dance as the other day at the salon.
Back into the corner I went wanting to run, but knowing it would be so much worse if I did.
He backed me into a corner again and I found myself back in the same position with his hand up on the wall, blocking my path.
Pure, raw desire filled his eyes. Wonderful if the guy you were with was someone who you wanted to be with.
Sickening if it was someone you didn’t want ever to touch you.
Someone who was trying to force themselves on you.
“The thing I want isn’t the money Lyssa Carson. It’s you.” He leaned closer.
“Why, would you? You know I don’t want you. You know I don’t want to be with you.” My poor heart was speaking. It spoke and the desire in his eyes turned to pure fury.
“That’s not the point. It never is. I don’t believe in rape, but I’ll do it if I have to. It’s so much the better if you come willingly.”
“I never will.” I shook my head.
“Don’t say never. Everyone has a price. I just happen to know you have a few. Like that friend of yours, you didn’t tell him about our little situation did you?”
“Why? Maybe I did.” I lifted my head higher. I’d never paid that kind of money before. It was always just the five grand except for the first payment which had been the money from selling my house. “Maybe I did tell him.” I was kind of going out on a limb and hoping he’d be afraid of Gio too.
He wasn’t though. He answered by taking hold of my face and squeezing my cheek hard.
“You didn’t obviously or else I doubt that he would have given you so little. A man like that gets a girl like you and he’d clear the whole debt. He would come and see me by now if he knew I had any dealings with her. So, no you didn’t tell him.” he laughed. “You didn’t tell him Lyssa Carson that you’re about to become my whore.”
I tried to break out of his grasp, but he held me tighter. It made me feel even more sick when he covered my left breast with his free hand and squeezing there too.
“Let go of me.”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He rammed me hard into the wall and I knocked the back of my head.
“My dad’s going to sell his house.” I spoke staring him hard in his eyes, cold calculative green eyes.
He looked intrigued to hear that. “Is he now?”
It was the answer. Screw the fact that I hadn’t spoken to Dad yet about it.
“Yes. We’ll sell the place and you’ll get your money. I’ve paid you for four months already.”
