Armour of Vows

Chapter Nine

Amara

Every day is leading me closer to the inevitable confrontation I'm going to have with my dad, although my brother did give me a spoiler beforehand (and I am extremely grateful for it), the thought makes me want to run far, far off.

For the last month, I have been wearing Christopher Knight's cufflinks almost every other day. They shine bright on my wrist and their weight gives off a comforting feel.

Maybe the almost six-figure piece gives a false sense of safety.

I have been on a few dates as well and almost all of them were subpar at best. One guy sat down and his first words were, "You won't be allowed to wear that after we get married." I stood up and walked away without even saying hello.

The dates that followed took my faith away.

The lady will have a salad.

So, should we go back to my place?

My name is Jordan.

Okay the last one wasn't his fault but I don't want to date a guy who has the same name as my ex-boyfriend.

The unsavoury memories of the l dates come to a halt as the elevator opens up with a ding. I am met with the sight of a tall, big man and the all knowing panic dares to make an appearance again.

This guy looks like bad news. With a scar on his face and a bigger than life body, I know I shouldn't judge a person by their looks but he definitely looks like a thug.

He moves aside to give me space to walk in but my feet stay glued to the ground.

I should take the next elevator. but it would be rude, wouldn't it? Moreover, there is no way a person without access can be allowed to enter this building.

I am safe. Right?

Slowly, I step in and stand at a distance from him, pushing the button for the seventeenth floor. I dare not look at him. The air thickens with unease. My mind remains on high alert , ready to fight off any intrusions but my hands show a slight tremble.

I should not have stepped in. I could have survived with the guilt of offending a stranger, it would have been certainly better than sharing a closed metal space with a potential threat.

Don't judge, don't judge, don't judge.

"Nice flowers" he says, looking at the lilies in my hair, his tone holding no sense of sincerity, making my heart beat faster and we are only seven floors up.

I ignore his comment and he steps closer ,instinctively. I step back, only managing a few steps before my back hits the wall.

"Mind if I take a closer look?," he asks, putting his hands on either side of my head, caging me between the wall and himself. His hot breath makes my skin crawl.

"Step away." I tell him strictly.

He ignores my command and dips her head down, his mouth close to my neck.

"Fuck off." I yell at him, trying to push him away but it's like pushing away a wall.

"Such a bad mouth." he snides and lowers one of his hands from my side and trails it over my chest and places it on my breast, squeezing my nipple.

Filthy. Sick. Repulsive.

That's how his unwelcome touch feels.

I need to do something to make this stop. My mind runs at a high speed, thinking and comparing all the possible outcomes.

My knee moves up and I kick him in the groin with all the force I have. He steps back and palms his crotch. "Bitch", He wails.

I use this moment to push all the buttons on the elevator, hoping the doors would open on the next floor.