Star: Take 3

Chapter 29

DEREK POV

I woke up in a haze, my body aching. The room was dim, and I could hear footsteps approaching. "Alex, is that you?" I called out, my voice weak.

A figure appeared in my view, but as they stepped closer, I quickly realized it wasn't Alex. My heart sank as I recognized the face. "Olivia, what the fuck are you doing in my house?" I demanded, my voice filled with a mix of anger and confusion. She laughed, a cold, unsettling sound. "That's no way to speak to the mother of your child," she said, stepping closer to me.

I tried to get out of the bed, but Olivia pulled out a gun, pointing it directly at me. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," she said, her voice low and dangerous. She took off her trench coat, revealing a skimpy white lingerie set that left little to the imagination. She doesn't look pregnant, I note, my eyes flicking down to her flat stomach. She made her way to the bed, the gun still trained on me. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "Put your hands up," she ordered. "I'll kill you if you don't."

Reluctantly, I raised my hands, my mind racing with thoughts of how to get out of this situation. She quickly put the cuffs on me and climbed on top of me, her weight pressing down on my injured body. "I lost the baby, and you're gonna give me another one. It's only right," she said, her voice filled with a twisted sense of entitlement. "Get off of me, you crazy bitch," I spat, my voice filled with defiance.

She leaned down, her face inches from mine. "Don't make this difficult," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. She pressed her lips to mine, and I turned my head away, disgusted. "Olivia, stop this," I said. "This isn't the way." She ignored my words, her grip on the gun tightening. "You owe me, Derek. You owe me a child."

My mind raced, searching for a way out. I needed to buy time, to find a way to get free. "Olivia, listen to me. We can talk about this. Just put the gun down."She shook her head, her eyes wild with desperation. "No, Derek. No more talking. You're going to give me what I want." She grabbed my dick, trying to stroke it to life. "Come on, Derek," she says, her voice sultry and seductive. "I know you want me."

But I couldn't get hard, no matter how much she touched me. She pulled down my boxers, exposing me to her. She tried to give me a blowjob, but I'm still not hard, and she's getting frustrated. "What's wrong with you?" she snaps, pulling away from me. "Why won't you get hard for me?"

"I don't want this," I say, my voice firm and steady. "I don't want you." She looks at me, her eyes narrowing. "You don't mean that," she says, her voice soft and dangerous. "You want me just as much as I want you."

"No, I don't," I say, my voice firm. "I love Alex, and I only want her." Olivia looks at me for a long moment, her eyes searching my face. "If you don't play along, I'll kill you." she said, hovering over me. She grabbed my phone and put it to my face to unlock it. She facetimed Alex. "Hey, Alex, it's your bestie," she said, smiling.

"Olivia, I swear if you hurt him," Alex began. Olivia laughed. "You'll what?" she said. "I have your husband right here. Don't think I won't kill him if you don't do what I say. Come straight home, and ditch your security. And don't even think about calling the police because if you do, I'll kill Derek." I looked up at Alex on the phone, feeling helpless. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Derek, don't worry," Alex said. "I'll figure something out."

I nodded, feeling defeated. Olivia ended the call and turned her attention back to me, with a satisfied smile on her face. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Olivia leaned down to kiss me again, and I closed my eyes, trying to think of anything else but the situation I was in. "You better get hard, or I'll make you regret it," she said, grabbing my dick again. I tried to think of anything that could turn me on, but nothing was working.

ALEX POV

I tried to sneak away from the parade, but Damien saw me. "Hey, Alex, you're leaving already?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity. "Yeah, I'm just gonna head home. I have a lot of Christmas presents I need to wrap," I said, my voice shaky. "Are you okay?" Damien asked, his concern evident.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, forcing a smile.

He nodded, clearly not believing what I was saying. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with doubt. I rushed home, my heart pounding with fear and determination. I parked down the road from my house so Olivia wouldn't hear me coming. Quietly, I snuck into the house and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. I crept upstairs, my mind racing with thoughts of how to save Derek.

My room door was cracked, and I could hear her moaning. When I peeked through the door, Derek's eyes met mine. He tried to distract her so she wouldn't notice me coming in. I quickly snuck up behind her, but as I tried to stab her, she moved out of the way and grabbed her gun. "Put the knife down," she said, getting out of the bed as she pointed the gun at me.

I slowly put the knife down, my mind racing with thoughts of how to disarm her. She walked over to me and kicked the knife out of the way. "Good girl," she said, stepping closer to me. The gun still pointed at me. "Kiss me," she demanded, and I kissed her, hoping it would make her lower the gun.

As I kissed her, I saw a moment of weakness in her eyes. I took the opportunity to try and knock the gun out of her hand. With a swift movement, I grabbed her wrist and twisted it, trying to disarm her. She let out a scream of frustration and fought back, her strength surprising me.

We struggled, the gun clattering to the floor. Olivia lunged at me, her hands clawing at my face. I pushed her away, my heart pounding with adrenaline. She stumbled back, but quickly regained her balance, her eyes blazing with fury. "I told you to stay away from me bitch!" I spat, my voice filled with anger. "But you just couldn't help yourself."

"I can do whatever I want!" She hissed, her voice filled with venom. I didn't respond, my focus solely on the fight. She lunged at me again, and we grappled, our bodies colliding with a force that sent us both crashing into the dresser. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but I refused to give up.
I grabbed a nearby lamp and swung it at her, the base connecting with her shoulder. She let out a cry of pain, but it only seemed to fuel her rage. She tackled me to the ground, her hands wrapping around my throat.

I gasped for air, my vision blurring as I struggled to free myself. With a surge of strength, I managed to kick her off me, sending her sprawling across the floor. I scrambled to my feet, my eyes scanning the room for the gun. Olivia recovered quickly, her eyes locking onto mine with a murderous intensity. She lunged at me again, and we collided with the nightstand, knocking over a vase that shattered on the floor. I grabbed a shard of glass and slashed at her, cutting her arm.

She screamed in pain, but it didn't stop her. She grabbed my hair and yanked me back, slamming me into the wall. I fought back, my fists connecting with her face and body. We were both bleeding and bruised, but I refused to let her win.

Finally, I saw an opening. I grabbed the gun from the floor and pointed it at her, my hands shaking with adrenaline. "It's over, Olivia," I said, my voice strained. She looked at me, her eyes wild with desperation. "I love you, don't do this you'll regret it" she pleaded.

"I'll never love you, Olivia," I said, my voice steady as I pointed the gun towards her. I quickly unlocked Derek's handcuffs, freeing his wrists. He rubbed his sore wrists, his eyes filled with gratitude. Just then, Olivia picked up the knife and charged at me. "Alex, look out!" Derek shouted, his voice filled with panic.

Before I could react, Damien appeared in the doorway. He raised his gun and fired, the shot echoing through the room. Olivia dropped to the floor, blood dripping from the sides of her mouth. "Alex, help me," she said weakly, her voice filled with desperation. "Bitch, fuck you," I said, my voice cold and steady.

Damien rushed over to us, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you guys okay?" he asked, his voice steady.
I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yeah, we're okay. Thanks to you." Derek pulled me into a tight embrace, his body trembling. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "You saved us."

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