Unreliable

11 - sore

Trigger/Content Warning: Abuse, Domestic Abuse, Mentions of Stalking, Sexual Content, Sexual Mentions, Stalking

Charles' POV (Flashback)

"Who are you?" I asked a random guy in a bar, a cute, middle-aged guy, who approached me and offered me a drink.

"I'm Nyck, you?" He offered me a hand shake which I agree with.

"Charles, nice to meet you. So, where are you from?"

"Scotland, I know, I know, I'm far from my territory but I have a house here since Scotland is too far away from all the action." He chuckles lightly. "You?"

"Born and raised here in Monte Carlo. So, what are you looking for?" I immediately changed the topic to the interesting part. "One night stand, short-term relationship or a long-term relationship?"

He laughs again and answers me rapidly. "Fucking you until you beg me for more." I nearly spit out my drink but I was proud, because this was the type of person I was looking for.

I love him. Forced immediately into my arms by a careless drink and then wants to make love with me?! Am I dreaming?!

"But where, darling?" I pull out the gay card on him as he finishes drinking his very weird cocktail. "It obviously can't be here, can't it?" I continue insinuating him, pushing him to just fuck me already.

"That's why I got us a hotel." He pulls out a room key card to the most expensive hotel in the entirety of Monaco. If that's the place where I'm getting laid for the first time, I am NOT refusing that offer.

We both aren't drunk, nor tipsy. I literally just had a beer and he had a cocktail, so I would consider this to be fully consensual.

At the hotel, he pushes me onto his bed and starts undressing me. Taking my shoes and my socks off, removing my shorts and my t-shirt, leaving me with only underwear and a large bulge.

He then takes off all his clothes, including his underwear, revealing his, well, medium-size, you could say, cock.

We then fuck to oblivion for the next three hours. He was right, at the end I did end up begging for more like a little slut.

I wake up. Breathing heavily, sweating bullets all over the sheets. I've just had a fucking nightmare about Nyck. "Who's Nyck?" Nyck is my abusive ex-boyfriend.

"Hey... Hey... What's up?" Max wakes up after the sudden panting and heavy breathing that my body made. "Nightmare?" He asks lightly, rubbing his hand on my back, attempting to calm me down.

"Yup. Been having them for quite a few months. FUCK!" I yell at the end, after months of this, I still have nightmares about that fucker and I am absolutely pissed about that.

"What's it about?" He continues the interrogation and it reaches a point I didn't want it to reach. I immediately dismiss his question and I look around the room, searching for the clock.

"What time is it?" I ask, calming down my breathing rapidly. Max instead ignores my attempt to ignore the question and asks it again.

"What's it about, Charles?" He was still very calm and collected but... I felt fear. Fear that, if Max knew about my ex-boyfriend, he'd probably kill him before I would be able to tell him the whole story.

"Max, please, what time is it?" I implore him to move forward with the question and just tell me the damn time.

"I will tell you the time when you tell me what the fuck happened. When you tell me what the fuck that nightmare was about." He is pointing his finger at me, and now I'm absolutely fucking horrified at what is going to happen.