You Work For Me

Grown

I let my thoughts slip to the back of my mind as I approached Michael smiling uneasily. "How was your trip?" I looked up at him with an evil glare. "I wouldn't know. I didn't stay long." His hand went around my waist and pulled me close to him nearly lifting me off my feet. "Behave." I could feel shivers fly down my spine as I lightly gasped. Here I was once again taking this intolerable behavior from this man. "No! I will not behave Michael. I can't keep taking this bull shit from you. It's killing me! I'm a grown woman and I deserve to be treated like one. I'm not your damn child!" I had finally worked up the nerve to tell him off fully and the look I got from him told me he was not quite in agreement. "Grown huh? You want to be treated like a woman? Ok well let's see if you can handle that sassy pants." He let my waist go as he grabbed my arm roughly trying his best to lower his voice into a whisper. "I don't like the way you're behaving but it's ok. I got you." I then became frightened. I've seen him mad but I think maybe I may have been just a little out of line. "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson I was only upset and I didn't mean to take it out on you." He stayed quiet as he walked over and grabbed my bag off the conveyor belt. He handed it to me as I took it and followed him letting it roll behind me. "Mr. Jackson?" He wouldn't respond to me at all. I began to feel really bad. As we arrived at his car he unlocked the door and opened my side for me. "Thank you." Once again nothing. Not a sound escaped his lips. Once he got in he finally turned and looked at me. "Where to?" I was so shocked that he spoke and looked at me I didn't completely hear him. "What?" - "Where is your place?" I didn't know how to respond. After quitting the job with him I had no luck finding a job. I had got evicted from my apartment so I decided it was the perfect time to visit my mother. "Ummm..." He didn't wait for my response as he took off driving. I sat there thinking of a way to play the eviction thing off. "I live on 225 westbridge avenue." He nodded as he then made a turn and headed in that direction.
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When we arrived to my old apartments Michael stopped the car. "Come on. I'm going to walk you in to make sure you're safe." My eyes widen some as I shook my head. "No it's fine my place is a mess right now." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me." I sighed as I looked down. "I-I..." I was honestly embarrassed and I didn't want to tell him but knowing Michael he would not let me walk up the stairs alone without a fight. "I don't live here anymore." He started the car again. "I know." I looked his way as my eyebrow rose. "You know?" He nodded. "Yes I know. I know everything about you. That's why you're going to stay with me." I shook my head as I put my hand on the door handle about to get out. "No way I'm going to do just fi-" He cut me off. "Get out and I promise you I'll do everything in my power to put you right back in this car." I opened the door as I got out. Michael got out so fast I didn't have time to even step 1 foot away from the car. He picked me up and put me in the car laying across the seats in the back. "Why are you so damn disobedient?" I shrugged as I kicked my feet violently. Michael pressed his legs against mine as he held my arms down to the seat. "I'm only forceful because I know you want it you just try to pretend you don't." His word made my knees weak. "I don't!" He leaned in close to me as he blew softly in my ear. My back lightly arched on the seats as I let out a faint moan. He licked his lips as he stared down at me. "You do. Just admit it." As much as my body wanted to give in I couldn't. "I don't now get off of me." He got up as he shook his head. "Can we just go please?" He shrugged as he got in the car. I sat up and buckled up. As he drove all I could think about was his words. He knew I was aching inside but I didn't want it to show. I couldn't let him see I had any vulnerability.