Throes Of Love.

Chapter Four.

Throes of Love.

Chanel moved in the bed. Why on earth was it so hot? She tried moving her legs, but she couldn't move it freely. Like she was trapped. Her eyes momentarily opened.

"Stop fucking moving. " She heard Alfonso's grouchy voice and her eyes widened. She could feel his ever-present erection on her behind. What the fuck?

She knew not to move. She had not yet recovered from yesterday's incident and she didn't want another.

A few minutes later, Alfonso got off the bed cursing and he made his way to the bathroom. He was only wearing his boxers. She couldn't help but admire his back. He was very muscular.

Chanel quickly got out of bed. After making the bed, she called her boss. This was obviously not good. The second day at work and she was not coming in.

"Are you okay?" Alfonso asked when he came out.

Chanel stared at him strangely. Maybe he had sobered up. She didn't answer him only made her way ay into the bathroom. Her eyes caught her face in the mirror. It was bruising. The clot was disgusting, that was probably why he apologized to her.

"Chanel..." Alfonso called when she came out. She noticed he was already fully dressed. He looked like he was living after what he so selfishly took from her. He was a monster.

"Go home already!" She said, hating the pity face he was giving her.

Alfonso stared at her. She was not even listening to what he had to say. She could be very annoying sometimes. Dumb bitch. He took his jacket angrily and left her house.

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As soon as he left, Chanel made her to the police. He thought it was funny. It would shock him. She would report him so.

Once she reached, she told the police her story and when she gave in Alfonso's name. The policeman paled. He told his partner before she was led up to the head. They addressed him as Chief. This would be so bad on Alfonso, she thought as she arrived at his office.

Alfonso cursed as he ended the call with Draven. What the fuck was Chanel thinking of going to the police? He got to his feet and made his way to his car. He was supposed to have lunch with his mother today but now it looked like that plan wouldn't work. Or it would but Chanel would have to be there. He had not seen his mom in a long time.

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"Draven West. " The man who she knew as the chief of police introduced himself once she got into his office.

"Chanel. Chanel Brown. " She momentarily blushed when she stuttered. She had seen more good looking men but he looked really good in his uniform.

"Ma'am. You said you were rape, yeah?" He finally began. He kept on looking at the door like someone would come in.

"Yeah....yeah. " His question made her second guess herself.

"When was this?" Draven asked he wondered where the fuck Alfonso was. He had told him to come and carry his lady. The lady actually thought to go to the police. She probably didn't know who Alfonso was.

"Last night. " Chanel answered more strongly.

"Mr. Alfonso De Rosa," Draven said out. "Do you know who this man is? What he does for a living? His family?"

The question confused her for a minute.
"No. No, I don't. "

"Well ma'am, I would warn you to stay the hell away from him. He is--" Just then, Alfonso walked into the room.