Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Twentyfive ||

I muttered, letting her go and scraping my hand through my hair. Riele's hands chase down to the belt at my waist.

"What do you mean?"

I can feel her breath on my arms, rushed and heavy. I squeezed my eyes closed and shook my head before opening them again.

"Nothing... Nothing."

"Just give it to me now and I won't bother you again. I promise."

Her eyes were so dilated I felt a slight fear pounding in my heart.

"No, no, stop it. I'm not about to fuck you in the middle of my party. Sit down, shut up, and don't leave this room. Do you understand me?"

I peeled her off of me and made her sit on the bed. She was suffering, I could clearly see that. How the hell she for ahold of those bottles I'll never know. She whined and she begged, but I walked out of the door and didn't give her a second glance. Smoothing my hair back, I fixed my clothes and took a deep breath, heading back into the living room.

...

Riele -

"Jace! Come back, please..."

I can't believe I'm actually sitting here doing this. I laid on the floor in front of door threatening to kill myself if he didn't come back. But he was long gone and he didn't care. The heat seemed to be worsening by the second. I tried fingering myself, I tried taking my dress off but it was too tight. I tried using a pillow. Nothing was satisfying me and it fucking hurt.

"Hello?"

Suddenly I heard a voice outside the door and sat up quickly.

"Anybody in there?"

I clambered to my feet and put my hand on the door handle, slowly opening it up.

"Riele?"

I recognized the crystal clear green eyes of Chance. The man I had met at Jace's office the other day.

"H-Hi.."

I swallowed, continuously fanning myself as I licked my lips and stared at him. He was dressed so well and the smell of his cologne was making me dizzy. He looked genuinely concerned for me, I almost forgot where I was for a second.

"Are you alright? Can I come in? I just want to see if you're okay."

"Um, yeah, okay."

I opened the door wider, Chance casted a glance over his shoulder before coming inside. I felt relieved to have him in here. There was something about him that made me feel safe.

"So,"

Chance cleared his throat and took a look around. I just kept staring at him. For whatever odd reason he looked as if he had just stepped over an illegal border. My skin felt as if it was burning for physical contact.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine but... I could use a hug,"

I smiled, he looked at me and smiled back, softly while he opened his arms.

"Yes, of course."

His embrace was tight and strong. I leaned my head on his shoulder and tried to breathe. The steady earthy smell of his neck was getting to me. His hands firmly rested on my lower back, but I wanted them to go lower. When I looked up at him, my eyes were magnetized to his lips. He stared back at me, and tried to pull away hesitantly. But I kissed him on his mouth, gently. It was just a peck, but when I opened my eyes he grabbed my face and kisses me again, deeper this time. He tilted my chin and plunged his tongue over the surface of my own. This was what I wanted so bad.... So why did it feel wrong?

Chance smoothed his hands over my back, we kept our kiss going as he lifted the hem of my dress above my thighs and picked me up, propping me up onto the dresser. The doubts in my mind were being drowned by his fingers entangling in my hair and he sweet, melodic taste of his tongue pushing around on all sides of my mouth. Things began to elevate and then there was a mess. Bottles of Jace's cologne fell off the dresser, his watches, his deodorant, papers, they all slipped off and clambered somewhere onto the floor as the dresser rocked. I disguised my moans in his shoulder, burying my lips on the cool toned fabric of his shirt. Deep down I felt as if I was getting back at Jace, as if I was finally doing something to hurt him as much as he hurt me. And he would never know about it, this secret hook up between Chance and I was something I could keep in my mind for all the times he's fucked with it. No longer will I have to be tortured.

...

"Make sure all of this gets cleaned up, Rosa."

"Yes sir."

Rosa began carrying plates and champagne flutes back to the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes, leaning tiredly against the front door. It's almost midnight and the party was finally over, it had been a success. Minus a few minor distractions. I looked around the living room, remembering how many people had been standing around in it. There was one thing I couldn't seem to shake out of my mind, and it was Chance. I noticed he disappeared for a while, when he rejoined everyone I asked him why it took so long. He said I didn't have the right kind of toilet paper in the bathroom. But there was something off about the way he was acting. I stood up straight and crossed the living room over to the window, looking out at the city. He looked winded, his face was red, there was an unexplainable lax in his eyes.

I chalked it up to him drinking over his fill, but Chance was never one to drink a lot. He barely had a margarita during our business trip in Mexico and it wasn't because he was married either. I rubbed my hand over my chin and took a deep breath. I hadn't talked to Riele since I left her in that room. The Verbena should have worn off by now and she was probably asleep. I was hoping she was asleep at least, because what I was feeling was something that was starting to irritate me. I didn't like the way anyone looked at her. Especially Hayden. She had embarrassed me for the most part, and behaviour like that shouldn't go unpunished. But on the other hand she really had no idea what she was doing, her actions were sexually induced.

I turned around, unbuttoning my shirt and making my way to the bedroom. Matters like these should be left up to the morning. Whatever the hell Chance had been doing, I'll see it on the security footage. I walked into the bedroom to find all the lights off. Riele's dress was carelessly splayed on the floor, her heels scattered across the carpet leading a trail up to the bed. I saw the shape of her body under the covers. I went to her, getting on my knees, I kissed her cheek softly. She didn't stir, I smoothed my hand through her silky hair, lowering my head. I felt that maybe it had been a mistake to use so much of that drug on her. It was obviously taking a toll on her body, her mind.

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