In The Midst of Trouble

Chapter 13

“W-what are you doing here?” I stuttered pathetically. Under normal circumstances, I’d have been brave but I was tipsy and all alone with this man yet again…given what he’d done the last time we were together, it’s safe to say I am not comfortable.

He languidly sauntered from the corner of the room until he stood in front of me on the runway, not once taking his eyes off me. He was wearing a black leather jacket atop a black t-shirt, black ripped jeans and black sneakers. This man could easily be classified as a Greek god, but his personality left a lot to be desired. “I was in the neighborhood and heard you were around. I thought I’d stop by and say hello,” he said with a shrug.

I crossed my arms, trying to feign courage when in reality, I was one second away from screaming. “So, you finally admit that you do stalk me,” I scoffed, making a mental note that it was no mere coincidence that he knew I would be here.

He tsked. “I also heard you and your little hubby are having some marital issues. What a shame, do you need me to cheer you up, baby doll?” he asked with a pout, mocking me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I would never need you to cheer me up but what I’m going to do is have your ass thrown out of here,” I grumbled and opened my mouth to scream but he pulled a gun of his jacket and pointed it at me. My eyes widened in alarm.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’d really hate to put a hole or two in your hot body, nice abs by the way. And I have my own men around the perimeter. No need to start an unnecessary massacre. I think you know that those two pathetic guards aren’t the only people who follow you everywhere but with the ammunition I have and manpower…yikes,” he laughed, gun still pointed in my direction.

I kept my lips sealed and tried not to shiver in fear. This man is a sociopath, and he is pointing a gun at me. “Okay. I get your point. So, what do you want from me?” I challenged him, however, letting the alcohol do the talking.

He sighed and then took a seat on the couch, grinning wolfishly at me. “I want you to strip for me,” he stated simply, and I blinked at him.

“You want me to what?” I screeched in disbelief. Surely my ears had been playing tricks on me.

He lifted the gun once more and pulled the trigger, the bullet flying past my head and landing somewhere behind me. It was silent because on the front of the gun was a silencer. I flinched at what he had done. “You heard me. I want you to strip for me. Put on a real nice show, like you would for your husband,” he added seriously, face now hard a granite.

I was so helpless right now, but I knew damn well that if I disobeyed him, I’d be risking many people’s lives. So, I gave him what he wanted, and believe me when I say I didn’t feel good about any of this. First it was the groping, the kiss and now this?

I swayed my hips seductively, bringing my index finger to the hem of the skirt. I swallowed the bile that was slowly rising up my throat and slid the skirt down to my feet. I saw him smile in satisfaction, sick gratification. Next, I used one hand to remove the crop top, now leaving in just my lace black bra and panties, fishnet stockings and the heels. I set my legs apart and moved my hands down my legs along with my upper half before gliding back up and gave him an alluring look.

The damn f—ker was really enjoying this! I felt like a dirty slut for going behind my husband’s back and doing a striptease for his evil cousin, but yet again, I wouldn’t even be in this situation if it wasn’t for him. Suddenly, I was angrier at him than myself and that’s when I threw all caution to the wind. I strutted along the runway and down the stairs towards him, only stopping when I was standing in front of him. I bit my lip and lifted one leg, putting it beside him. “Good enough for you?”