🖤Skin To Skin.🖤

Chapter THREE

"Hi, Dean. I'm sorry to come here at this hour but this was needed to be addressed sooner rather than later." I spoke softly as I walked into his office.

"Larona, your voice over the phone sounded quite serious. Hence, I'm okay with talking about us right now."
He said without emotion.

"Well I believe that you & I are not the best lovers in the world given our nature of arguing and backstabbing but I just want to let you know that I cannot continue being with you anymore...."

"The drama or should I say infidelity is hurting me in places I never knew existed. I tried to act like I don't care about how many girls you sleep with after we fight. And so on...."

"But right now Dean, I'm here to say that I'm tired of all of this. I think I want to let this go for good. No more fighting, fucking and toxic treatment. I am asking for you to respect this. "  I said while maintaining eye-contact with him.

Truthfully, I felt nervous to stand up for my feelings as a woman to a man but my eyes were laid on his eyes with no chance to blink away.

Dean's eyes moved thoroughly from seeing my figure to pause at my lips. Shortly after that, he looks straight into my eyes without emotion again.

At the current moment of his silence, he stood up from his office chair and walked towards me. He stepped close enough to hear my breathe and his presence secretly intimidated me.

"A break up is what you want from me? You want to leave me for good?" he asked attentively. I looked back into his eyes and I confirmed my request. My breath changed when  he looked down at my height and firmly grabs my waist to him.

He maintained eye contact with his smirk and lifted my chin to see directly to his eyes.

He broke the ice in this silence by saying,

"Ohh Larona, Your words sounds serious but your body is showing me a different view. You smell like wine & with what you mentioned, I can understand your reasons but when I look into your eyes right now, I feel like fucking you on this table. I wish to stretch it out. I won't lie, but I am yearning to see your sweet face when you cum while I pound you. If you want this to be over for real, I won't stand your way. Just please understand that our history will never end even if you are sick of me." the deep sound of his voice echoed in our space and he touches my cheek with admiration.

My body warmed up to his touch and I just knew within my soul that I cannot let this man take more of me anymore. With resistance from falling for his charm, I stepped away to form a short space between us.

"If you think what I am telling you is just another cry or excuse I'm making for your so called attention then you got it all wrong Dean." I voiced out while I adjust my purse nicely over my shoulder as I look at him.

"Dean, How many times I caught you rekindling your connection with Nicole? How many times I forgave you on situations that you do not deserve my mercy on? I am frustrated because of how we made this toxicity a norm. I am at a point of giving up on you, on us and everything else that we did. " I continued.

"Please be serious just as much as I am willing to hold this conversation seriously too. I am not here to nag about anything else but to simply end this civilly."

Dean continued to stare at me and he puts his fingers on his forehead to indicate thinking about what I've said and once he had the courage to speak, he deadly frowns at me and he said sternly.

"You and I are not finished. Not Now. NOT EVER." he points a finger at me with continuation to say "You will not walk away from me especially after all that I have done for you. You think that I will respect seeing you walking freely so that another man can taste what I value? You must be sick enough to believe that I will just accept this bullshit. Fuck off before I insult you even further. "

The rage grew internally as I interpreted what he just told me. I got upset and bursted my anger to him feeling emotional." I am not the girl who you can be horny and use her like she's your barbie collection. You are the sick one here. This conversation right here proves how much of an asshole you are and you're comfortable with being like shit. I don't love you anymore psycho. So if you can't handle another man having me then that's your problem."

He slowly laughed and began to pour another glass of whiskey from his table. In the tone of his laugh there was a sense of pride. He looks at me as he takes a sip of whiskey then marches to my face and pulled my hair aggressively.

I screamed from the sudden pain his action caused and I try to make him stop from pulling my hair, by pushing myself away from him.  My small effort fails and he painfully grabs my hair to his direction as he moves to his office chair.

My tears started showing down my face. "Dean Please Stop. I'm sorry for lashing out to you. Please you're hurting me." I cried. He ignores me and his arm became more stiff by his grip on my hair then forcefully pushes me over to his seat.