Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Twentyfour ||

Riele -

My mouth was dry. It's been hours since Jace banished me to the bedroom, since he had no intentions of showcasing me, I popped those disgusting heels off my feet and massaged them. Wisps of my now straight hair were falling into my eyes and annoying me. There were no words to describe how much I wanted him to fall over and die. I hope he chokes on a spoonful of caviar. I can hear them laughing. Loud and boisterous. Their laughs even sound rich and demanding. Every minute I'm sitting here, staring at the floor I'm becoming more and more pissed off. Who the hell does he think he is? I'm not his property! I will never be his property. He can't treat me like shit and then expect me to have sex with him. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, steaming. Never again. Fuck, my mouth is so dry. I walk to the door and crack it open. Everyone seems to be crowded in the living room. The kitchen was so close.

I can grab a water and be back in the room before anyone even knows I'm in here. I waited by the door for a long time, looking for the right chance to slip out. I counted down to 3 seconds before speeding out of the room to the kitchen, No one had seen me.

"Oh, what can I do for you chica?"

Rosa approached me with a worried glance at the kitchen door. I took a breath and pushed my stupid hair out of my eyes.

"I need some water, or something to drink I really don't care."

I told her quickly. Rosa nodded repeatedly and went to the fridge. She grabbed two water bottles out and pushed them into my hands.

"Thank you."

"Denada, now go on before Mr. Norman sees."

She waved her hand at me and I slipped through the door, hurrying back to the bedroom. I shut the door and lean my head against it. That was so close. I cracked one of the bottles open and guzzled it down, covering my mouth as I burped a little bit. In the palm of my hand I looked down at the cap. There is an a jagged black 'R' on the top of it. I squinted... He labels water for me? He's even more deranged than I had originally thought. As it starts getting hot, I fan myself with one hand and finish the other bottle within a few minutes but it doesn't seem to be helping. Maybe I should ask Rosa for another? I can't... That's too risky. I pace the bedroom, boredly staring up at the ceiling. The temperature seems to be rising after only 10 or 15 minutes.

"Shit,"

I mutter, pulling my hair up into a sloppy bun to keep it off my neck. I go to the window and press my face against the cool glass. It only offers temporary relief. My whole body is getting hotter and hotter and I want to hump... Everything.

"What the hell...?"

I stumbled into the bathroom and saw my flushed, sweaty reflection. I throw the cabinets open and push all the medications aside, searching for some kind of sexual ecstasy. But there was nothing like that in there. I wiped the moisture off my forehead and breathed deeply. A cold shower? I shook my head, It won't help I'm too hot. What I need is Jace. I'm not thinking, just doing. I open the door to the bedroom and amble outside.

Jace -

"Hm, Jace, who is that?"

Hayden Becker, he's a client in the company and the best at fucking my employees secretaries. He looks past me and I turn to see who he's staring at. Holy shit. Riele is in the living room and everyone is beginning to star at her, but she doesn't appear to care. Chance is standing right beside him, and suddenly his gaze brightens. I squeezed the champagne flute so tight in my fist I thought it might shatter in my hand, keeping my gaze leveled on her.

"That is.... Riele, my ex wife's personal assistant."

Hayden raises his eyebrows with a slight grin. I keep my eyes locked her, I can tell she's searching for me. Her hair is messy, and she's barefoot. I wouldn't have cared if I wasn't surrounded by the most important people that keep my lifestyle secure.

"I see, things must have gotten very personal between the two of you. Can't imagine what she's been doing here all this time and you not having introduced her to any of us."

Hayden observed. My mine spun like gears out of control as I thought of a proper excuse.

"She's been helping me with a bunch of backlot paperwork lately, had a little too much to drink before anyone arrived and I told her she could rest in one of the guest rooms."

Hayden nodded, accepting more wine from the server that circled us.

"Makes perfect sense then, she's very stunning."

"I agree, most beautiful woman I've seen in awhile."

Chance interjected, almost to himself. The way he was studying Riele as she made a steady bee line for us, made me want to put my fist in his throat. I maintained my composure, although I feel the acids of anger bubbling in my stomach like a volcanic eruption.

"Excuse me for one moment, gentlemen."

"Of course,"

"Don't be afraid to bring her over Jace, I'd like to meet such an incredible looking female. Maybe she can do some personal assisting for me"

Hayden winked, and I had to force a smile as I turned away, I set my empty champagne flute on a passing tray and met Riele halfway across the living room.

"What the hell are you doing out here? I told you to stay in the fucking back for a reason."

Riele looked up at me, biting her lip hard between her teeth.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I can't help it."

She replied, as her eyes scanned me up and down.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I shook her slightly and she gasped quietly.

"I need it, right now."

She replied, grabbing at the collar of my shirt where a button popped open.

"Are you out of your damn mind?"

I whispered to her, looking around us but also trying to keep my voice low.

"Please, I'll be so quiet afterwards...I can't wait."

Looking into her eyes I realized almost immediately what the problem was. I Nearly dragged her back to the bedroom, I saw two of the water bottles from the fridge lying abandoned on the floor. Shit...

"What the fuck did you do, Riele."

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