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» Five

I jerked out of my sleep, being sure not to move because I felt something touch my lower back. I knew it must have been Jeremy as I was staying at his house, but it most definitely wasn't his fingers. Hearing the rhythm of his breathing, I knew that he was awake. Wriggling slightly, I inched closer towards the edge of the bed. I internally cussed as the man followed my actions, him pressing even more against my back.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a groggy tone in my voice as I felt the man tense as to his surprise I was now awake.

"I couldn't sleep" Jeremy sighed as I turned to face him.

I raised my eyebrows, "Why's that?"

"You woke me up in the middle of the night when you grabbed me"

"I did what?" I asked, shock in my voice although I knew that he was lying. Even subconsciously, I wouldn't do that. I knew that he had taken my hand and made me touch him. So I just went with it. "What else did I do?" I asked.

"That's it" He told me, I narrowed my eyes and turned facing away from him again. I felt his tip poking my lower back almost right away.

"I'm going back to sleep, don't touch me" I hissed, whacking his manhood away with my hand.

As I was almost asleep, I felt his hand ride up my shirt when it slipped under my sports bra, cupping my left breast.

"What the fuck, get off of me!" I yelled, jumping out of the bed and slapping his hand away from me. I couldn't control the tears that sprung to my eyes as I tried to comprehend what was happening. Flashbacks came to my mind as my breathing became rapid. Backing myself against the wall, I reached for the light switch as the room lit up.

"Why baby, why can't we have fun?" The blonde asked grabbing me by my waist, pulling me down back onto the bed and climbing on top of me. Despite him being bigger than me, I managed to push him off of me before I ran to the door of his apartment. "Wait!" He called as I ran as fast as I could to get away from, making sure that I grabbed my bag when I had run out of his room.

I really did not want to be alone after that. I couldn't be alone tonight. I debated phoning Wilmer, or maybe I should just show up there.

Banging at the front door, I looked at the time on my phone, "Fuck" I hissed, realising that it was three in the morning.

"Demi?" Wilmer spoke as he opened the front door of his house. To my surprise, he was fully dressed and wide awake. "Now's not the time, I have a flight to catch" He told me, leaving the door slightly open while turning and walking into the lounge as I followed behind him.

I'm guessing he didn't take notice of my blotchy face and bloodshot eyes.

"I kind of need someone to be with right now" I spoke, a lump forming in my throat and words cracking as they left my lips. "I know you have a girlfriend but-"

"-A girlfriend?"

I nodded, "The girl you were with tonight"

Wilmer let out a loud chuckle, "That was my sister Dems, not my girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend" He told me, his face dropped as he turned around to look at me, noticing the state that I was in. "What the fuck, what happened?" He asked, rushing over to me. Placing his hands either side of my face, he examined me closely.

"I went back to Jeremy's house and went to sleep, I woke up in the middle of the night to feel him...touching me" I explained, letting the tears freely fall from my eyes. "I told him to stop but then he started touching my boobs, I got off the bed and he pulled me and pinned me under him. I pushed him away and ran"

"I'm going to kill that mother fucker" Wilmer said through his clenched teeth.

I shook my head, "That'll just make it worse, he doesn't know about us. I'll break up with him"

"I have a flight to catch in three hours...have you ever been to New York?" I shook my head, "Come with me"

"I don't have a ticket"

"I bought two just in case"

I rolled my eyes dramatically, "Of course you did"

"It's for a literature convention"

"Fine" I gave in, "But I need to go home to pack"

"I can drop you there?"

I hesitated, "What if Jeremy is there?"

"I can buy you stuff to wear when we're in New York"

"You don't have to do that"

Wilmer chuckled, "Well I kind of do, I am your sugar daddy"

"Yeah" I screwed up my face, I wish he wasn't just that.

There was a silence for a few moments, "You can sleep here if you want for a couple of hours"

I smiled, "Thank you"

"I'll wake you up in two hours, we have to be at the airport by 5am" Wilmer explained to me, "I know it's early, but the early bird catches the worm"

"Fair enough" I shrugged, setting my bag down on the L shaped couch, "Where am I going to sleep?" I asked,

"I'll show you" I followed the man up to the second story of his house, "I turned my spare room into a study, you can sleep in my bed if you want as I'll be downstairs packing"

I nodded, "Thank you, Wilmer"

..

On the flight we were seated with a man in-between us, Wilmer went to speak to the flight attendant and somehow got it changed so that we were next to each other. Wilmer put our bags in the compartment above our heads before taking a seat. The man turned to me, "Are you okay?" He asked,

I nodded, "Yeah, just a bit sleepy. I didn't get much sleep even with the nap at your house"

"It's a five hour flight, you can rest your head on me if you want and try to sleep"

"Thanks" I smiled, lying my head on his broad shoulder, slowly drifting off into my slumber. Wilmer had asked one of the flight attendants for a pillow but she never returned with one. Wilmer brought me closer, I moved my head against his bicep, this was much more comfortable than his shoulder.

Wilmer shook me on the shoulder softly as I became aware of my surroundings once again, I groaned in slight annoyance as I was just waking up. "What?"

"We have to get off the plane" Wilmer whispered to me, stoking my hair as I slowly lifted my head. My eyes felt heavy.

"I'm tired"

"We can sleep in the hotel babe" Babe, he called me babe.

"What time is it?" I mumbled,

"Almost ten"

I sighed, "Okay" I responded as he stood up. Rubbing my eyes, I attempted to wake myself up more. Hopefully we could grab some coffee once we collected our luggage.