Throes Of Love.

Chapter Three.

Throes of Love.

Chanel gulped in a lot of air as she woke up. She was coughing. She realized she was not in her apartment. She was not home. This place was familiar to her like she had been here before.

The door opened slowly. That was when she saw Alfonso holding a glass of water. That was it! She remembered everything that had happened. How she was almost raped, how he forced her into his sports car, the strangling. The bastard strangled her after basically calling her a prostitute.

Did she ever give her body to him? The idiot.

When he handed her the glass of water, she didn't think twice. She threw the contents at his face before she dropped the glass on the table. He thought to strangle her. She was never going to go down without a fight.

"I need to go home," she said as she got to her feet. She didn't even look at him twice but she didn't miss the look in his eyes. He was angry alright. Furious even.

Chanel realized she wasn't wearing her shoes. Where were they?

"Chanel. I'm only going to say this once. You better sit the fuck down." Alfonso said, cleaning his face with his handkerchief.

Chanel looked at him and laughed before she continued searching for her shoes. Where would he put them?

"Ahhh" She cried out when he gripped her hair and pulled her to sit on the bed.

"You think this is a joke right? You go around looking like a slut and you think this is a joke. What would your father think of you?!" Alfonso shouted in her face and this time she was scared. He had no right to bring her father up.

"Don't you dare. " Chanel hissed through the pain she was going through.

"I shouldn't dare. " Alfonso laughed before he tightened his grip on her hair.

Chanel could not help the cry that left her lips. She was going to stand her ground.

"Like I said I'm ready when you are" Alfonso replied the look she gave him.

Chanel didn't miss the look that was on his face. She had seen that look on his face before. Only that time he was about to kiss her.

Chanel gasped as she felt his hand on her thigh. So very close to her privates. Oh my God!

"Stop." Chanel managed to say through the pain. "Stop I'm sorry. " She said more desperately when his hand moved.

Chanel moved her face when he almost joined their lips and he released her.

"There's no need for you to be such a stiff. " Alfonso said as he walked out leaving her there. She wondered then if he would have touched her. The bastard! She was going to show him alright.

Chanel went about looking for her shoes. She didn't know if he had hidden them but if he thought that was going to stop her then he was truly wrong.

She took a moment to seat on the bed. Why on earth had she let Alfonso into her life? How did they even meet? The bastard surely did something to her brain that day.

Just then a woman walked into her room. She looked like she was the housekeeper. The lady didn't speak to her. She only dropped a towel on the bed. Was this a joke? Where the fuck was Alfonso?

Chanel didn't waste time. She would return home barefooted if that was the case. She tried the doors but they didn't open nor did they budge.

Chanel glared at him. He stood at the top of the stairs, looking at her. What exactly was his problem? She watched how he smoked, taking long long drags. Did he know it was bad for his health?