Carter's | 18+

Tyrant

As soon as we stepped foot in my house the realization of everything set in. I felt a type of nervousness which I hadn't felt in a long time but around Carter, I always felt nervous.

"Can you unzip me," I asked innocently, for once I wasn't aroused.

He said nothing just undid the back of my dress for me. I walked upstairs thinking about what I would say, should I lie? This is beyond embarrassing.

I had no choice at this point, I stood in the bathroom and turned the shower on. Dropping my clothing in the hamper I took a step in the shower letting the scalding water assault my back accidentally wetting my hair.

When the water began to turn cold I realized how long I had actually bee in the bathroom dozing off. Stepping onto the cold marble floor I barely dried my body before putting on my robe.

I walked downstairs trying to focus on the chilled wine bottle I had in my fridge.

"Do you want some wine?"

"Sure," the tone of his voice had now changed again to the cold and distant one I had a strong dislike for.

Pouring him a glass alongside mine, I slowly walked over to him handing him a glass. His shirt was now unbuttoned I stopped myself from roaming my eyes over his body. I had a problem, I was somewhat attracted to him. I told myself this wouldn't happen again. I sat on the couch opposite of Carter with my legs up beside me, I sipped my wine thinking about where to begin.

"He started out as a client demanding to see me, he wouldn't take any of the other girls except me. Alex was not sure about him but we checked him out he was squeaky clean, I had no problem taking someone else on. It started progressing, I let my guard down and the more dates we went on the more I began to develop feelings for him we-we um were intimate then I found out he had a pregnant wife with a kid, we had a major fight, I was fine dating men with wives as long as I know about them beforehand," I finished my glass before filling it again. Carter was a good listener yet, I still knew little about him. Returning to my seat again I calmed my nerves, "I was so uncomfortable knowing his wife was pregnant and home waiting for him while he was out with me. I tried to break it off twice to no avail, he would show up here and at the office and he got into a few fights with Tristan when Savva threatened him that was the last straw for a while. One day he told me he just wanted to talk," I shook my head at the awful memory, "he ambushed me with other men I was involved with. I know you're thinking why not report it to the police but you know I do not trust anyone on the police force. A few months after that his wife came in with pictures of us gnashing-"

"Gnashing?"

"Having sex, intimate photos I didn't know about were being taken she told me she had seen a video of us in her house on her bed. I've never felt like complete and utter trash. After that day I was so stuck thinking about 'what would I say to him? Should I even say something to him?' She told me not to she came back the next week and apologized and asked me to tell her everything. I broke out my phone records of the two phones I had to change because of his constant calls. I gave her all this information and we became somewhat friendly. I testified during their divorce settlement helped her clean him out. He's broken in here before taken pictures in my bedroom, stolen underwear." I watched him down the glass he was previously nursing. "That is when I did call the cops but everything I was missing magically showed up in my possession the next day. Exactly where they were before they were moved minus the underwear. They told me I could have just misplaced it and fed me bullshit."

"Can he still get in here?"

"I changed passwords I have security checking every car that comes in here. Savva doesn't leave without my knowledge."