Chapter 18: Chapter 18

“You obnoxious bastard you think you can bring me to your house and do what? Force me to the bed and rape me? Huh? You knew we had a contract and you went ahead and fucked my best friend. How convenient. So I'm the one supposed to keep low key while you go about whoring?” I bashed at him on our way to where ever he was taking me.

He has effectively told off Mrs Gusto when she came to the car. I didn't want trouble so I had cooperated and told her I was alright. She didn't look like she believed me but there was nothing she could do about it since I didn't cry for her help.

“I pay you to spread your legs for me and I call the shot,” he said it so silently and yet coldly. I could feel the humiliation seep from every word he said, sending shock down my spine. I didn't sign up for this.

“You are a sick old fool. I regret going into that contract and I want it off. You can't have me against my will, you know that is a crime.” I eyed him dubiously, still feeling unsettled.

I observed his stance which was composed, not looking like he just kidnapped me and had me crying wild at him. What a dickhead!

“Oh, Kittie cat. I never do anything against my will. In the next,” he checked his wristwatch “ 1 hour, I will have you writhing underneath me begging me to take you.”

I scoffed. “In your dreams. You are so full of yourself that you think you can get anything you want. Well, news flash. It's all for your money if not, I would never be with an old bastard like you.”

That hurts. I saw his face crease for some time before he managed to mask it. I won this round.

He shrugged and turned about to face me. “I like how you put it. But the truth of it all is that this old goon would have you underneath him begging for his grey touches. And you know what is more appealing about it, you are going to be groveling while I torture you and this little mouth of yours would have my huge dick filling it up” his hand came to my face and trailed jittery lines. I shuddered and moved to a distant.

He was absolutely right. Whenever he was near, he did magic to my body. My body instantly becomes electrified to him like electricity to water. I can't help it which is why I've been avoiding him. What if he carries out all he threats? What if he had me kneeling and begging to have his cock while he tortured me with that huge boner of his? I shifted on the car seat, heat beginning to pull on my inside.

I could feel wet juice seeping through my pants at his words while I'm still angry at him and he hasn't even touched me. I peeked at him from the hood of my tick lashes. He was scrutinizing me steadily like a cat at a tuna.

“Okay, Kittie, I will say this. You are one stubborn hell Jon and that entices me. It reminds me of someone. Full of so much fire and brimstone that nearly burned me and still do. She was such a fiery goddess with so much venom,” his voice was sounding off and distant. If I'm not mistaken I would say it looks like he was comparing me to someone that was close to his heart and that would be none other than his wife. He's dead wife.

“I'm like no one, so get it off your sick head about that. You are so delusional that you won't stop thinking of someone that has long gone and would wish for you to move on. After twenty years? Who does that?” I garnered enough courage to tell him.

His eyes flickered at me and displayed some emotions before he looked away outside the window. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken about his wife like that. Even though I was angry at him, he doesn't deserve that.

“I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that,” I squeaked out, getting his devilish look to me again. He gave me a one-off wave and reached out to drag me closer to him.

“You don't have to apologize Kittie cat. Maybe you are right. It have been so long and I should have moved on but, I can't help but to...” he shrugged dejectedly.

“The first day I saw you at the club, you reminded me of her. She was this shy girl I met in club sitting all by herself and then while I was still thinking if to approach her or not, she had a few drinks, with her head concealed in her phones at something I can't really lay my hand on. I found it surprising that she should even be doing that in a club filled with people to converse with.” he sat away from me and straightened his suit that was too tight for a man of his gait.

“ Then after some time, she stood up and started dancing. There and then I don't know what happened, I just knew she was the one. It was just like a cold iceberg was hit on me. I stood and strolled to her and asked her to be my girl. She had delivered her hands across my cheeks and ran off the club.” he chuckled, causing me to wonder if he was normal in the head.

Who laughed at the memory of being hit? For one, I hated anything that had to do with pain even though he person deserves it. Albeit, the woman must be really mean.

“I was supposed to be mad and maybe try to track her down and give her a piece of my mind. Everyone was amazed at the club, being that I was the school’s most popular dude and every girl would die to be with me and then there goes this vague girl that get my attention, only to humiliate me in the worst possible manner.”

“They expected me to do something. But unknown to them, that sealed our fate. I was determined to win her over and humiliate her in the best possible way I thought possible.”

“Ten years down the line, and we were married with a child in the way.” he finishes off with pride. I looked at him and smiled.

I didn't know why, but I did it because I felt it must be a big deal to him. “So you see why I said you are much like her? You are spirited and full of fire. But...” he holds me again, and looks into my eyes that had gone bleary, “...no matter how hot you are Kitty, you have to know your place, and that is beneath me with my cock down your throat.”

I pushed off him and straightened on the chair. Here I was thinking he was becoming remorseful and trying to make up for what he did. To say I was feeling pity for him, and forgetting those rash words, meanwhile, all he could say to me were those offensive words of such low magnitude.

“As I said, whatever you are thinking, I'm no longer interested in the contract. You have humiliated me enough... and where the fuck are we going that has taken so much time?”

As if the driver was listening to me, I suddenly registered my destination. I don't know when we pulled into the driveway decorated with magnificent flowers, and drive down his gigantic edifice. He stopped and the doors automatically slid open. I climbed out, not waiting for him to aid me or try to exude any of his unwanted gentlemanly traits.

He soon joined me with a smile stretched on his handsome killer face and together we moved to the door and there stood Antonio, who smiled when he saw me. I greeted him and passed with Cameron behind me.

I slumped down on the couch in the living room and threw my bags to the side.

“Hey Dad.” I heard a voice day from the stairs and looked up abruptly to meet the surprised look of Samuel. I averted my look with blush tingeing my cheek and sat up from the chair, holding a throw pillow I had picked up with so much force. What would he think now after I had told him that I wasn't doing anything with his Dad anymore?

“Hey, Val,” he mocked me. I know he did. It's there in his voice.

“It's Valeria, Samuel.” I heard the older male correct his son. Is that jealousy I hear in his voice? He had hinted back then to me one of the days when we were having sex before we quarreled, that he had seen the way his son looks at me. But I had warded off the remark and told him it was just his imagination.

“Hy,” I cooed but I didn't look at him again, afraid of what I will find.

“Hey, Cameron. You are back!” I abruptly stood and frowned my face when I heard Mandy’s voice. I was seething with anger. My chest was heaving. What is she doing here? Oh, her boyfriend brought her over? Sly two. Why won't they be contented with themselves and leave us alone?

She ran to give Cameron a hug followed by a peck on the cheek. Can Samuel not see the way his girlfriend is flaunting herself at his Dad? He is supposed to be jealous, instead, he stands there grinning like a fool with his eyes on me.

“You are welcome, Mandy. I didn't know you two were coming over,” he finally had the sense to move away from her and came toward me. I thought he wouldn't.

“I decided to have lunch with you and Mandy asked to tag along.” Of course, the bitch would. But this time, no way in hell am I going to let her wrap her claws around him again. She'd done more than enough and the bitch would have to back off.

“Okay, why don't we change and then join you guys... C’mon baby,” Mandy threw my the bird's eye and I reciprocated her with every venom in me, hoping she understands I'm not joking with my man.

Greedy hussy. She had her own man but because Cameron had more money, she wouldn't stick with hers.

“Maybe you should tone down your gape. You look like you are going to shoot her any minute.” I focused on the stairs, paying no heed to what Cameron said. He is the prime cause of this and he still talks.

“Maybe you should focus more on keeping those huge cock tightened in your pants and not go around sharing your talent.” I snatched my hand and matched off. Samuel had said they came for Lunch so why is she even less dressed?

I was about to enter the room where I sleep most times when I feel like being alone in his house, but he grabbed my hand and dragged me off to his. “Maybe I would have to teach you some lessons Kittie, sometime soon. Because it seems you are forgetting who is in charge.” he laid me flat against the door with his rocky front behind me. I could feel his bulge against my back and heaved in ragged breaths as my inside churned in need. Why does this man derive joy from torturing me?

I didn't say a word. He waited for while before letting me go when he heard the sound of footfalls coming upstairs to us.

I turned and ran to the room not waiting to see his reaction or expression.