My sister is my lover.

2: Possesive much?

MARGRET.

I couldn't explain how I felt inside, this was like a long time in forever since he decided to take me out on a date. I've missed dressing up and doing some little makeup on my face. For the past few days now I've been looking like a Zombie.

"Diego". I couldn't just smile only, I grinned so hard and you could see them from my eyes. I stopped beside the driver's seat to peck him on the cheek but he brushed me off.

"Get into the car, now".

I scurried into the car to avoid getting him angrier and I knew that whenever he gets so angry he could do something drastic. "Where would you like to have this dinner?".

I was amazed by his question. He wanted to take me on a date but he didn't reserve a spot before now. I knew most romantic men do this for their girlfriends, well now I know Diego Maslow isn't romantic. Who am I kidding I've known since the 6 months I've been in a relationship with him.

It's not so much fun being with an unromantic guy. He was older than I am and he was sure older than my sister, yet he doesn't know how to treat a lady properly. Funny thing he has sisters, don't they maintain a good relationship? What I ask myself every moment I spend with him cause if they did they would have tamed him into the perfect teenage boy.

"So you never reserve a spot?". I asked

"No, I don't know a thing about you girls, I might have chosen a spot that wouldn't be up to your taste so I didn't even bother".
Maybe he was right. But come on a guy like Diego would surely have a nice taste and his taste is everyone's mouthwatering taste.

"So I'd let you have the honor of choosing a spot".
I thought for a while, what restaurant do I like better, or is it up to his standards. "Michaelangelo". I said finally.

I saw him smile but it quickly faded away. "I like that place too".

He made a sharp turn and the rest of our journey was pure silence. Most times I get uncomfortable with this guy, I've known him for over 3 months and still, I don't feel so comfortable with him.
"We're here".
He killed the engine and got down from the vehicle.

I waited for him to come to open the door for me but he walked past me and straight to the huge glass door. He wasn't even a gentleman, didn't he care to check if I was walking behind him? No, he's such a jerk he cares only about himself and no one else, not even his precious little girlfriend. I sigh and walked behind him.

The interior of the restaurant was renovated, the huge chandelier hung by the center beamed light across the large room, they were still many chandeliers hung up the ceiling.

Different rich sophisticated people sat at every table with their significant other or family, talking about business, family, or whatever they find fun. I forgot this was a rich man restaurant, well Diego could afford it but I just didn't fit in here, somehow.

My parents weren't so rich, they were middle class so we lived normally. He slid my hands into his arm and led me down the restaurant when an Italian waiter came to us.

"Ciao, please come this way". He has a thick Italian accent. We followed and arrived at our seats. "What would you like us to bring you?". The waiter asked. I found his accent cute and wished he could talk more often.

Diego took up the menu and glanced through it. "Ahh, I would like this". Pointing at the menu while the waiter nodded his head.

"What would you like, honey". He passed me the menu. It took a long time before I placed my order and I was positive the waiter began to get worn out. The waiter left our presence to go bring our food.

"You look beautiful". He commented, training his eyes on me.

My cheeks were red hot and I tried to hide the blemishes. "Thank you".
"How long have been on this Derek guy?". He sat comfortably on his chair and placed his hand on his chin. He wore the latest brand of Luis Vuitton watch, quite expensive you know.

I gaped at him and couldn't talk, he knew about Derek? but how? Our relationship was open but he still has control and doesn't let me do as I please. I know he made it open for his own selfish needs.

The waiter came right on time with our order also breaking the tension built in the atmosphere. "A cat got your tongue now?". He spoke immediately after the waiter left.

"Look I don't know what you're talking about and Derek and I are just friends". I casually took a spoonful of my food. He chuckled a little.

"I hate lies Margret". His jaw clenched and his handballed into a tight fist, the effect made his knuckles white.

"Let's just eat before we talk about this". I sigh, I was a little scared because I know what he can do when he finds out I lied. I'd be honest my relationship with him isn't so rosy like the way others think of it. Everything we do for the public is just for show and don't want them to get the main idea of how he treated me behind people's eyes.

He kept staring at me while eating. I sat uncomfortably and forced a smile at every interval.

After our Dinner, he paid the bills and roughly pulled out the restaurant. "Get into the car, we're going to my place".
I yanked my hands-free from his grip. "No, I won't follow you to your place".

He tightened his jaw and slapped me on my cheek. I slowly rose my head placing my hand on the spot he slapped me, tears welled in my eyes and they slowly ran down my cheeks.

"Bitch, you know you don't tell me No!". He forcefully pushed me into the vehicle and he clambered in as well, starting the engine and angrily sped into the asphalt.

Immediately we got to the inside of his apartment he kicked me on the floor and began struggling to get his belt unbuckled. After we were completely naked he came to me. "Strip. Now". Anger was visible in his features and if I told him no again God knows what would befall me.

Slowly I began to peel the clothes off my body. He pinned me on the fall afterward and was planting wet kisses on my face down to my neck. I could feel his erection on my sex, he slowly began to rub it around my clit.

He held my face and kissed me roughly. He entered me and the pain was excruciating. Although I wasn't a virgin and it wasn't the first time we had sex but he always forces himself on me and I don't enjoy the sex we have.

He began to thrust in and out, he increased his pace and was rough on me. I kept crying and couldn't do anything because he had my hands pinned firmly to the floor.

"Tell me what is it you and Derek have together". He asked still inflicting pains on me.
"N-nothing Diego". My voice was hoarse already.

"Okay, how do you like me now baby?". He pushed himself hard inside me and I could feel his dick deep inside my stomach. He reached for my breast and suck it grinding his teeth gently around it. Trust me, I felt nothing but pain.

"How about you suck my big fat cock". He whispered in my ears. He pulled out of me and sat on his couch. "Come now, honey". I slowly scrambled to his side and held his shaft. My hands were shaky.

I started by giving him a hand job and he moaned so softly. Soon, I filled my mouth with his length. Slowly sucking and moving my head up and down. I licked the cap and brought it out making a 'pop' sound.

His eyes were rolled back with pleasure. "Continue Margret, I'm almost about to come".
I deep-throated him just for him to feel the pleasure he wants and let me be. I know that once he has his share of optimum pleasure he'd feel too weak to do anything else.

Hot white semen spilled into my mouth and he emitted a satisfying sigh. I spat out the white substance and fearfully sat back on the floor. He got up from his position and wore back his pants.

"Leave my house, immediately". He backed me and climbed up to his room. I sat down naked for a while and cried softly. I was imprisoned and there was nothing I could do. If I tried breaking up he'll threaten me, and I was so scared that I'll eventually stay back in the relationship.

I got into my clothes and left his apartment. I got into my house and found Monica watching television. She saw me and she was so shocked to see me. I mean I was a mess.

I ran to hug her and cried softly. "Oh my Goodness Margret, what happened?".