Chapter 17 - A Suprise

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Trigger Warning!!! This chapter contains depictions of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault. Procced with Caution!

I get dressed. I eat breakfast. I hop in the car; it has 2 days left now. I maneuver the traffic until I arrive at the Collins & Co. Law Firm. I enter the cement building, I now as though the spiky walls are scared of me, rather than me being scared of them. I enter the vast hallway. I see him at the top of the stairwell. He walks down the dark marble stairs. He places his hand on my cheek. I can feel his heartbeat throb through his Valentino suit, I'm sure he can feel mine as well. He carries me to the bedroom. Slips off my pink silk cocktail-dress. I think of that night. At the party. The first time, MY first time. The way he slowly caressed my back before ravishing me harder and faster than at first. I reminisce on the thought of the first time I tasted it. The way it glided down my throat. I remember when he finished. The soft, creamy texture covering my precious flower. The flower he had taken. At that moment I knew I was in love. In love with Kyle. But right now, I was furious with him. He needed to die. Kyle needed to die. I slap his hand off my cheek, but I'm not met with his soft silky hands. Instead, I feel callous and rough skin under my hand. Mr. Keely. It wasn't Kyle. It was fucking Matthew Kelly. "Where the fuck is Kyle?" I exclaim. His rusty voice replies, "Never you mind."

"Yes! I do mind. Where THE FUCK is KYLE!!"

"He's tied up at the moment."

"What do you mean, Tied up?! "

"I mean, he's right in here..." He gestures to Kyles office door. Opens the door and enters with me following close behind.

The room is in blackness, I feel a warmth on my breast. "What the fuck do you think you're doing Kelly?" I shout as I slap his hand off my chest. "If you want Kyle, you'll have to do EXACTLY what I SAY!" I thought about Kyle, about all our good memories, all our bad memories, how badly I wanted to bludgeon his face with a pulveriser. I just needed to see him. Just ONE. LAST. TIME.

"Y-Yes Sir."

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