Taming Mr. Robinson

8. I Want to, I Can, I Will.

The look in his eyes threaten me silently, taunt me, abuse me, tease me, but most of all, mock me.

'You finally took off the mask.'
He knows.

He knows the one big secret I had fought to hide, the one thing I had that he couldn't use to manipulate me.
And somehow I feel like I'm in the same situation as in the club.
He knows now.
He has the power.
He knows how weak I am, and how easily I fear his power.

And worst of all...He knows that I know that I fear him, fear his power, fear his control.

Now I have nothing against him.

"And you wore a wig, smart." He says with a chuckle, mocking me.

"And yet here you are again, at my beck and call. All that fuss, all that stubbornness, all that fight you put up and you still stand here...waiting for my command." He says in a quiet tone, with that evil tilt of his lip.

God, I can't live like this.
I have to say something.

"Please, Mr.Robinson, I would rather--"

"What? What are you going to request that you think I'd listen to? You would rather I forget it? You would rather I don't mention it? Don't flatter yourself, Anne. Get rid of that food first." He says, then gives a naughty, half-smile.

"Then we'll see who can make requests." He says and turns to go.
The minute he turns, he clicks his finger and turns back to me.

"Speaking of requests, I have a good deal I need to seal at work tomorrow,...And the person I'm dealing with, let's say he has a bit of a weakness for women."

I stare in fear, knowing what he is hinting at but practically praying within me that he would change his mind, that he would have a bit of decency.

"So, you're going to put on whatever you find at your door tomorrow morning and you'll act as my P.A for the day. I have a good feeling you just might do the trick."

"Mr. Robinson, please! Please don't do this to me, I...I can't live like this again. It's the main reason I quit."

"And yet what good did that do you? Face it, Anne, you're meant to be used." He says with a cocky grin and I snap.

"You can't do this to me! I race back and forth obeying your every command. Isn't that enough for you?! Now you simply decide to ruin me because you want to?"
I yell, hating the tears stinging my eyes because the minute he notices I'm at the brink of crying, he smiles.

"Yes. I want to, I can and I will. There's nothing you can do about it. Be ready by 7 tomorrow, and make sure you have breakfast ready by 6." He says and turns, heading for the stairs.

I watch him retreat, tears staining my cheeks and the first thought that comes to mind is to call Ty.
I had told him that the minute things went haywire, he'd be the first I'd call.
But the minute I grab my phone, I put it back down.
What was I going to say?
Ty, I don't want to work here, even though it's only been a few days?

And abandon a life of discomfort so he can suffer his?

For the first time in ages, he didn't have to worry about getting a job or how I'd pay the bills.
For the first time, he was comfortable...which is what I promised. To keep him comfortable and take care of him.

I can't take that away.

With the hit of reality, I accept defeat and simply let myself slide to the cold floor and cry into my hands.
This time I have nothing against him.
This time, there is no going back.