Who the fuck is banging on the door so late at night? Instead of being scared or fearful I'm beyond pissed. I get up and open the door to see a very tall and bulk man with a gun in his hand. James walks up behind me shortly and protectively stands in front of me.
"What the hell do you want pretty boy," I ask the man. His eyes fill with rage and he takes a step closer.
"Get away from her," he says to James. "You're coming with me," he demands to me.
"Are you fucked up? I'm not going anywhere with your ugly ass," I'm beyond annoyed right now. Can I just sleep? The man grabs my wrist and starts pulling me away from James. It's a funny sight, I'm sleepy, mans pulling me away thinking I'm gonna get scared and James eyes is filled with anger and fear.
He takes me outside to the back of the hotel in a small alley. There's about 10 other guys here and might I add they're hot. But why am I here? If anything he should've brought James because they're all men. And last time I checked I was a women. I mean am.
"What y'all want? I'm so fucking sleepy right now I swear to god I'll kill y'all," I tell him.
"Listen up we need you for a quick deal it's going to take 30 minutes. We have seen you around here pretty recently and figured out you're new," the man who dragged me says.
"Boss you want me to bring it?"
"Get it now!"
"What deal?" I asked confused.
"Drugs," what the actual....
The hot boy brings a little bag and hands it to the man. The man looks down at me and shoves the bag in my hands.
"No,"
"We didn't ask. We're telling you,"
The boss takes out a gun and points it at me. He pulls the trigger and shoots. Surviving the near heart attack I realize he shot the sky.
"Fine you little bastard I'll do it. But what the hell will I get in return? And y'all better not come near me after this," I yell at him.
They tell me the rules and after listening I'm standing near a huge rock waiting for the man to show up.
I'm supposed to be all flirty and deal this shit that's worth $100. I swear to god if I get killed in this process I'm going to haunt his ass forever. The boss threatened me if I don't complete the deal he's going to blow my head off. I don't doubt him. At all. The drug addict shows up, fuck he's gorgeous.
"Hello sweetheart. Looks like Jackson got a new pimp," the man says. Why does she look like he's in his early 20's.
"Here I got your shit it'll be $100," I tell him.
"Who you fooling babe it's only worth $50," he looks at me up and down.
"Cmon sweetheart you're dealing with a girl here," I suck at this.
"Kiss me,"
"WHAT,"
"I said kiss me and I'll give you $200," he says. I can't kiss him. James is going to hate me. I'm about to say no when I hear a gun shot. James is in the boss's arms with a gun pointed to him.
"Lady do as he says or else I shoot your man," I cringe at the sight. I can't kiss him. I look up at him with pleading eyes to drop this. His eyes are full of determination.
"Come on baby. Tick. Tock. Tick...times running out," I glare up at him. I really can't let James die.
"I'm sorry," I mumble hopefully James heard that.
The man comes near me and kisses me. I don't respond, I can't respond. I'm disgusted. He slips his hand under my shirt. I cringe. What the fuck. I try pushing him off but he just starts giving me neck kisses. This is not good at all. I'm getting raped and no ones doing anything. After roaming around my whole body he throws $500 at my face grabs his shit and leaves. What. The. Fuck. I look around and everyone's gone. James just stands there looking at me with so much anger inside him. Is it directed towards me? I really don't give a fuck.
"We're not done yet, this is just the beginning. Welcome to the gang," the boss comes out of nowhere and tells me.
I feel disgusted. I run back to the hotel room and shower. James is on the bed staring at nothing.
"I'm so sorry," my heart broke at the sight of him.
"I was there and couldn't do anything to stop that fucker," it's not his fault.
"I'm so sorry baby," it's not his damn fault.
"It's not your fault," I mumble.
I get into the bed with him and rest my head on his chest. He hugs me tight towards him.
"I feel disgusted James. I can still feel his lips on me," I whisper.
He slowly gets on top of me and runs his thumb across my lip. He then blows the hair strand out of my face.
"Baby," he whispers. Tip of our noses are touching and both our breathing is hard. Kiss me damnit. He slowly leans down still looking in my eyes. He gives me a look, look that asks for permission. After about 30 more seconds of pain he finally kisses me. He runs his hands down and under the shirt. I freeze.
"Stop,"
"What happened?" he asks. He's confused, afraid and hurt.
"I can't," this is exactly what that man did and James repeated it.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles and leaves towards the balcony. Fuck. Now he's blaming himself.
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Intoxicated In His Love #Wattys2015
Romance"Let me explain," his eyes pleading. Words slurred and he kept whispering his apologies, as if it could fix this. "D-don't touch me! I c-can't believe I gave you my everything to get this in return," ...
