- GENIE –
"Up close you look like some angel. I know that's not true though." I felt a finger caress my lips.
'Who is that?' I asked, trying to open my eyes. The breath felt closer on my cheeks. The 'someone' caressed my thighs with his fingers, his lips kissing my cheek. I struggled to shake him off. I didn't like the way it made it feel. I tried to open my mouth, but I was too wasted to fight or speak. His hands tried to crawl, but they couldn't, my skin tingling as they left my legs because my trousers were in the way. His lips left my cheek.
'Is it over? Is he gone?' I wondered. I felt his lips again, on mine. He pressed hard, the bed creaking as he climbed on top of me, his hands running around my waist and past them. I could feel his excitement increasing as he broke all my boundaries. My trousers were suddenly so loose and slipping down my legs. I forced a scream of help; it came out as a moan. He loved it.
He wanted to feel me, caressing my bare thighs just wasn't enough to calm his desire. Only my underwear was the last protection I had down there. I struggled to keep it, but I lost it to him too. That's when I gave up; my eyes closed, the last thing I felt were his penetration and his tongue rolling into my mouth.
In the final seconds of my consciousness, a tear fell from my eyes and a pained gasp escaped my sealed lips. "Oh God, why did I drink so much?"
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I stretched out on the bed slowly; there was this bad ache on my back and in-between my legs, so I could not move so well. 'What on earth did I do last night? My body hurts like hell."
I slipped out of bed, dragging the sheets along with me a little before they fell to the floor because I wasn't holding onto them. The sound drew my attention. Actually, I wanted to look towards the fallen sheets, but my eyes caught a glimpse of my body instead.
My face paled.
'I'm naked.'
I picked up the bedsheets to cover myself; in my frenzy, I noticed that something reddish-colored part of it. I peered at it; it took me a moment before I realized what it was. I gasped, my eyes growing wider.
'Wait… no.' I counted my fingers. 'It's still far away then, what is…'
The memories I forgot hit me; all of a sudden, everything from last night came flooding back. I gasped, stumbling back. The bed caught me. The pain in my legs hurt so much I couldn't even walk anymore. My hands trembled as I gripped the sheets, struggling to make sense of everything.
'I… I slept with someone last night.' I covered my mouth, the wail still escaped. My heart hurt again but this time it was my fault, so it hurt even more. Antonio was warning me. That I was married. He told me the alcohol was intoxicating. But I still…
My mind flashed back to the last moments of that night. Was it the man who brought me upstairs? I tried but I couldn't remember.
"Shit!" I cursed. "I swear if I get hold of that bastard he will die a miserable death. I can't even move. He rocked me like I was some cradle. Even though he knew I…" I blinked back the tears. "He knew I hadn't done this before."
I pressed a hand in between my legs to help with the pain, slowly finding my way to the bathroom. I was covered in hickeys when I looked in the mirror. My gut clenched in disgust. I felt like I was marked. I turned the tub water on and made sure it was frying hot before I sank my body in it. Perhaps the heat will help with my sour joints and the hickeys. A few hours after that, I was out of the hotel, dressed in the new clothes Antonio had ordered for me. I thanked him again and went into my car. Destination — my lawyer. I was filing for a divorce this morning, and I was going to use alimony to impoverish that bastard Leo Roberts.
My car wheeled into the Savor Chambers. I parked in front of the already filled-up garage. As I had already called him beforehand, he was prepared for me. I mounted the elevator, gliding all the way to the top floor. He owned the whole building but for special clients, he used his private office.
I paused in front of his door, took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened almost immediately. Savor was right there, with a slightly uncomfortable grin on his lips. I could tell because he was visibly struggling to keep it up, and he was perspiring.
My brows furrowed but I still tried to smile. "Savor, are you okay?"
He pulled the grin up a little, but it only made him look more uneasy. He tilted his head and he massaged his forehead while, at the same time, he was kinda gesturing to something outside the office. "No, I'm alright, just a bad fever, but I had some coffee, so I feel alright."
The smile on my face vanished – Coffee? Savor doesn't drink coffee, he is allergic to caffeine. One sip will… kill him.
My eyes widened. I spun around immediately and bolted for the elevator. His signals; he was trying to tell me that I was in danger.
I heard the sound of Savor screaming and then something fell on the ground. At the same time, heavy footsteps ran into the passageway and made for me. I was on heels, a son of a bitch like me chose heels today of all days. I could barely run, instead I stumbled all the way. My heart was thumping hard as fear crept in. Somehow I got to the elevator, crashing into it because I couldn't stop myself. My hands were sweating as I punched the button for the first floor countless times, but my chaser was faster.
He grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth, suppressing my muffled scream. I struggled, kicking my legs and flaring my hands behind me, to scratch his face or something. Hell, I just wanted to break free. The man was twice my height and ten times tougher. He pressed me against him so tight I could barely fight him. He dragged me away from the elevator and back down the hallway.
I stared with ghostly eyes, at my only hope of getting away from him, got further and further out of my reach. Tears trickled down my cheek as I was helplessly pulled into Savor's office, the door shut in front of me.
Someone was standing there, staring at me with a smirk on his lips and his arms folded. He was brandishing a gun with colors matching his fine custom-made Versace suit. But it wasn't his gun that scared me, it was who he was.
The goon holding me forced me to my knees and stood over me. I boned my face and stared at the man by the door, right in the eyes. I wouldn't let him see that I was quivering inside. The man calmly walked up to me. He lowered himself to meet my gaze, one of his fingers lifting my chin.
"Hello my beloved," He said coldly. "Why do you look so frightened to see your husband?"