EDITING My Sugar Momma {Lesbian Story}

thirty eight

omg I've rewritten this chapter so many times lol anywho here you guys go!

⚠️ putting a disclaimer as this chapter involves themes of attempted sexual assault I guess idk but I want to put one anyway

Having nothing to show the time or to even help distract me felt like an endless torture. Plus the anxiety that would course through me at every little sound had quickly made me exhausted. I was kidnapped in the middle of the night plus all the energy spent on top had my eyes heavy.

When Jack first came back, it was to bring me food.

A simple sandwich and bottle of water but I refused. The worst case scenario it was poisoned, in the best it wasn't and I could walk away. The choice not chose at all wasn't even a choice. Jack wasn't to be trusted at all plus I couldn't stomach anything from the light nausea that overcame me when I saw him now.

The light behind showed it was early morning or afternoon, I truly had no idea. The realization that I couldn't track time made my heart pick up slightly.

"I've brought you something to eat." He crouched down before me with an idiotic smile, like we were two friends gossiping over wine. "Have you thought about my offer?"

When I didn't respond, his smile faded slightly and he focused his attention down to his hands. He slowly unwrapped it as he spoke again.

"You see, Brielle... if you reject me then I'll be upset. That's why I've come up with an option that will help sway your decision." He held up the sandwich for me but when I didn't move to eat it, he took a bite out of it, speaking with the food in his mouth. "Either you become my new baby or I get Layla killed."

His words hit me like a bullet straight to the heart. My eyes instantly became overwhelmed with tears, blurring Jack's figure. He clicked his tongue twice before a napkin was patting the tears away, bringing clarity with it.

"Don't cry yet. As I was saying though, Layla gets killed and suddenly the media blows up because it'll be a hell of a crime scene." My body shivered in disgust, the nausea growing worse. "But then suddenly reporters are knocking at your door, your friends and family's doors. Your life will be thrown out of balance -- even worse than it already is, ha ha!

"Don't you see? I'm trying to protect you. If you don't upset me that won't happen. Layla will live and you'll live a life with much more material things than her since I'm wealthier."

My head was spinning and I felt like I was going to be sick even though my stomach was empty. Luckily he quickly changed the subject.

He chuckled. "Fine. I'll show you something." He stood up then exited the warehouse.

He came back for the second time pulling a cart of boxes.

My body grew tighter with tension as I recognized the boxes. The same style and size as the ones in Layla's attic. Jack brought the cart behind me. I felt a chilling metal glided against my skin before the ropes suddenly loosened around my wrists.

"You'll have to take a look at it yourself though." Jack said before his footfalls stepped away before stopping. I looked to where he was walking back to the door. "Once you've taken a look at Layla's very personal files there, I'm sure you'll reconsider."

Once the door shut behind him, I finally stood. My body was stiff making it hurt to get out of the position after so long. I turned to see the metal table with the folder Jack had earlier, the sandwich and water bottle sitting on top and the cart resting beside.

My body automatically began to move to the sandwich before I realized and stopped myself. I turned to the cart instead and lifted the lid off the top box that had a large "B" written on the side. I quickly realized all the boxes had a "B" on the side.