Insidious Desires

Eight

Stephanie was leaning over the island counter in the kitchen, she was in the middle of texting the guy she had gave her number to in the club last week and they'd been texting back and forth for a few days, they were planning a little day date soon and he had sent her a picture of himself at work, he was a Philosophy professor and she could tell he had totally snuck a selfie because of the angle. She had returned a pic, only hers was from above and showed she was only in a bikini and when he returned a text with the eggplant emoji, she couldn't stop laughing. He was so cute, she couldn't wait to go out for the day with him.

Lloyd was throwing one of his parties, he had drugs, drinks and escorts all over the place. The ratio between the guys and the girls was pretty good and it was a good time, the girls were all familiar because they'd been around them before so it was pretty easy and laid back because they knew their purpose. They would either just have a good time at a party or they'd be picked up by one of the guys and they'd do their job, most of the time it was just partying.

Stephanie heard someone walking into the kitchen and she put her phone down and turned, seeing Lloyd and he suddenly swung his arm as if he was mad at something and she frowned at him. He seemed really pissed off at her, which she couldn't understand because she hadn't done anything to him and they'd gotten over their awkward encounter so it couldn't have been that. His jaw clenched for a moment before he turned and started walking away so she got back to looking at her phone for a moment before she heard him stomping over to her and he grabbed her arm.

"Ow! Lloyd what the fuck!" She shouted at him as he started dragging her out of the kitchen as if she had done something horrifically wrong, he seemed so annoyed. "Hey! Stop it!"

"Get in your fucking room." He pulled her in front of him and shoved her forward, she seriously had no clue what the hell was going on and as she started cleared the top of the stairs and began walking towards her room, he ended up in front of her. He gripped her wrist and pulled her along the long corridor, and she knew not to argue with him. As soon as they got into her room he let go of her, folding his arms and she sat down on her bed.

"Lloyd what the hell is your problem?" She rubbed her wrist, it was red from where he'd been squeezing hold of it. "Jesus Christ."

"Do you fuckin' know what I almost just did back there?" He pointed his thumb behind him and she shook her head. "No? No idea?"

"Lloyd just fucking tell me, there is literally nothing I could possibly think of." She huffed. "I don't understand what's going on."

"I just almost fucking did what I did in the club," his jaw clenched. "Cover yourself up because what you're wearing makes you look like one of the escorts and I almost copped a fucking feel."

"Excuse me?"

"You fucking heard me, Steph." He folded his arms and glared at her. "Change. You look like a slut and I just almost took you from behind so I'm not happy about that, so fucking change." He snapped at her and left, slamming her bedroom door behind her and she was so rattled by him that she stood up and went to her door, opening it and sticking her head out.

"Dick head!" She panicked as soon as he stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. "Fuck." She mumbled and slammed her door shut and she didn't get far before he shoved the door open and before she could even say anything to him, he wrapped his left arm around her back and his right hand went to her throat, throwing her down on the bed. He straddled her so she couldn't move and there was definitely fear in her, he looked enraged.

"Call me that, again. Go on." Lloyd's teeth were clenched and his jaw locked. He gave her a chance to speak but she knew her place. "That's what I thought. You call me that again and I'll chop your fucking head off, Steph. You listening to me?"