Overcome (editing)

Chapter Twenty - Four

Picture of client number eight.

When I entered I saw that it was a standard room except the lights in the room was green and there was a swing, a stripper pole and a love seat filled with whips, hand cuff, gags and some other stuff I assume was used to pleasure someone.

I was so disgusted that I didn't even notice the male figure that was across the room staring at me. There was another room attached with the door closed, I presume it must be the bathroom, I ran over to it pushing the door as I was about to throw up.

Suddenly I felt someone ran up to me and hugged me from behind asking me if I was OK with general concern, client number eight I presume, but I don't care! I don't care if he is wanted by the others because he's hot, I don't care if he is an important client to Mr. Buntly and I don't care if I was about to ruin a very important business deal ! I am not gonna die a whore and I'm not gonna do this. I turned to give him a good slap across the face when he suddenly grabbed hold of the hand and kissed me.

The kissed was soft and so good I forgot what the entire situation was. I must admit it swept me away, I could tell when I closed my eyes and leaned into him but when I heard the deep moan from his throat my eyes shot open, everything now rushing back to memory I roughly pushed him off me and grabbed the toilet plunger to beat the shit out of him but I heard him shout:

Rihanna it's me!!!!

I paused and the voice registered and when it did my mouth slowly open and the plunger fell from my hand. He was on the floor where he landed from my push with his hands up to protect his face from my plunger abuse that was about to come but I ran over to him and fell to my knees, slapped his hands away and pulled him by his shirt back into my lips, I can't believe it! He kept his words and promises and he was right here with me--- It was Kyle.

He swiftly wrapped his arms around me, one across my back and the other around my waste and brought me down on the bathroom floor as we kissed. The kissed was filled with eagerness and sadness as the tears ran down my face. I remember how it felt to be in his arms, I never knew I would ever feel this again. Just when I lost hope, God renewed my faith and gave me something to hold fast to, and I was so grateful.

He stopped and stared in my eyes as I cried. I looked up at me I notice he now had a cute little beard and mustache but he was still breath taking, he even cut his hair, i thought to myself but I also noted the concern that was painted all over his face.

We can't go in the bedroom, there is a camera in there.... he said.

OMG he tapes the entire thing!!! what kind of person does these things!!! I thought to myself and as usual, Kyle seems to always read my mind because he quickly said:

I don't want to think about him, it's been so long since I've seen you I just want to hold you.... just let me hold you.... his voice broke and I saw a tear rolled down his face. I leaned up and kissed it.

Kyle.... I whispered... I love you so much.... and he smiled and there they were.... the dimples.

On the bathroom, on the floor, I sat in his arms as I informed him of all the things Mr.Buntly did to me, at one point he wanted to go out there and bashed his face in, he was so angry and it only took my kisses to calm him, it wasn't time for irrational thinking, we needed a plan.

He asked me if I did this before with anyone, I was hurt that he asked but I understood why and he looked so nervous as he waited for my answer.

To night was supposed to be my first.... I said embarrassingly... and he let out the breath he was holding, his eyes closed.

I --- he began and he sighed again and really open his eyes to look into mines.... I don't think I can bear the thought if someone else touch you like that, I want to kill that son of a bitch for that reason alone.... he said.

I know... I understand... I couldn't imagine someone else touching you either....I admitted.

You know I waited for you right...he asked concerningly.

What about the girls at school?... I asked with a slight smirk jeering him but he was serious as he knitted his brows.

I don't want anyone else Rihanna... ... there is no one else I want or love than you.

And even though I was mocking him a bit I knew when I let out a breath that I it was something I needed to hear.

Wait.....How come you're here!?... I shot up realizing the impossibility.

He smiled.

Well after you stopped taking my calls I couldn't handled it, I couldn't bear the thought of loosing you again. So I went to my parents and gave them a ultimatum, I told them if they don't help me get you out of here then I am cutting myself off from them entirely... he said.

But Kyle you're only sixteen - I began.

Almost seventeen.... he said grinning.

OMG...you're birthday coming soon!... I shouted.

And he laughed.

I usually never forget his birthday but I had completely forgot this time and I was sad about it but he just laughed.

Rihanna it's OK....he said as he lifted my head to his face by lifting my chin and gave me a small kiss.

I have money saved up, I have been saving ever since your dad left, so I could take you away as soon as you turn eighteen and give you a better life than what you had to endure.

I swear he is the sweetest person I've ever known and I smiled up at him gently caressing his face.

Anyways, they finally caved and after we research and dug around a bit, it didn't took long to find out Mr. Buntly has been ripping small business owners off with his so call investments, wiping them clean of their hard earn money... he said.

The man is truly vile... I spoke and he sighed in agreement.... you can't invest with him Kyle!... I said already worrying.

I know.... but making him think I might led me here to you....I don't know how we got so lucky but I am grateful.

I smiled now at the fact that everyone wanted him and how I almost gave him away by switching.... me too.... I said. And I rested my head in his chest.

So what happens now?... I asked.

Well... I keep baiting him... so I can keep seeing you ... but we need evidence to take him down. I need to find out who he has bamboozled. I need witnesses and evidence.. he answered.

I nod....then I will help ---

No!... I don't want you hurt!... he shouted.

Well I don't want you hurt... I counteracted.

Rihanna... he groaned... why are you always so hard headed.

And I laughed.