SYN

6.

The room was dimmed from the black curtain being infront of the blinds. My lower half completely naked, and my hair everywhere.

My inner thighs sticky from last nights...residue. I was actually glad I brought extra non-slutty pajamas because God was I hungry, and I didn't want to go out there like this.

I changed into a big T-shirt, and jeans.

It didn't help that my shirt said I heart bad boys, but it was a gift from Maddy so it should do.

I tried raking a brush through my hair, but unfortunately it was way to tangled for that.

I just gave up throwing it in a sloppy bun.

I walked out hoping not to run into my boss ,sneaking into the kitchen trying to at least get an apple.

I wasn't use to hotels just providing food so I had to look for the fruits.

There was groaning behind me, and a couple stumbles.

I turned around the water bottle, and apple in hand.

Quickly walking back to my room, but of course he grabbed my hand whipping me around. His eyes glossy, and facial hair making its way through his pores.

"Last night didn't happen." He demanded his voice low, but from the way he squinted it seemed like it hurt him.

I yanked my hand away a look of disgust on my face.

"You expect me to be here at your Beck, and call. You want me to obey you. Well dammit! You can't just snap your fingers, and expect me to forget last night." I said, and he almost looked surprised.

"Your the one who came into my room ,and had your way with me." I said,and he tried getting up, but he kept squinting in pain.

"Look I was drunk." He said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Well we wouldn't be talking about it if you were that drunk." I said, and he finally stood up towering over me.

"Well maybe if you would stop talking back like a little ignorant bitch we wouldn't have this problem." He said his bare chest almost touching my face.

I tried pushing him away, but all he did was grab my forearms ,and pull me closer.

He held my arms so tight that I could feel my pulse beating. My veins probably struggling to pump blood under his death tight grip. "Let me go Mr.Nelson." I said trying move my wrist out of his grip.

He pushed me into the wall behind him, and I groaned arching my back in pain.

"Just stop fighting, dammit!" He yelled in my face. I turned my face away from his. I can't bare the fact that I let a man cheat on his wife. I felt tears burn my eyes,and I quickly tried to blink them away.

"Get off of me your hurting me." I choked the fight in my voice completely gone.

"Look at me." He growled in my ear.

I shook my head making sure I didn't look him in the eyes.

He held my wrist with one hand grabbing my chin forcing me to look at him.

Then the tears came. Like a waterfall,and they kept coming.

I was trying so hard to leave the things people said about me in the past, but I'm sitting here letting this man take advantage of me.

I was a slut!

A whore!

A worthless whore! And men are my victims.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed, prying my hands out of his grip.

"I quit! I quit. I don't want a part if this anymore! I can get credits somewhere else, but I quit!" I said trying to walk back to my room, but he pulled my pony tail making me fall back.

"Your not quiting dammit!" He said pacing the floor pinching at the edges of his hair.

I scooted over to the side in complete awe, I was scared of a man!

Hehehe that was a surprise, but don't think Sexy boss is a bad man. He just has bad habits! I'll use that phrase in the next chapter teehee