I roll my eyes as Justin complains in the hallway outside of the bathroom, his loud voice making it to my ears as I get ready for the party.
I make quick work of it, putting a black t-shirt on before tying up the front so that my stomach is exposed. It also exposes the black fishnets I have on, my ripped skinny jeans accentuating my curves. I decide to go with black combat boots on my feet, putting my long, pastel pink hair up into a messy bun.
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I usually don't wear makeup, but parties are an exception to my rule. I put on some foundation and highlight, creating a thin cat eye with liquid eyeliner before my false lashes go on top. Dark red lipstick goes on last, me then picking up my purse and walking out of the bathroom.
"Looking hot, girl!" Taylor yells before she walks towards the car, her dressed up as well. She may be shorter than me, but she is way curvier, something she brings up whenever we have small arguments. She is wearing a tight black dress tonight, heels on her feet and her short brown hair lightly curled.
"You look good, CJ."
I roll my eyes and ignore Justin as he walks beside me, not wanting to deal with him. He sighs in aggravation before pulling on my arm, forcing me to stop.
"Get the fuck off me."
His hold is tight as he pushes me against the wall, his large hand wrapped around my wrist as he holds me in place. I wince slightly as it begins to grow painful, but I would never let him know how much he is hurting me. I won't give him the satisfaction.
"Why won't you fucking talk to me?" he asks in his deep voice, it dripping with authority. I have been working for him for seven years now, so I have learned how to seem like he doesn't scare me. Showing fear just lets him know that he is in control.
"You know fully well why I'm mad at you, you prick. Besides, I don't like you Justin, we've been over this." I try and pull my arm away from him but it doesn't work, my attempt only succeeding in making him come closer to me. His body presses up against mine as my back comes in contact with the wall, goosebumps forming on my arms from the chill.
He smirks as he comes even closer, "I don't think that's entirely true."
My body tingles as his hands move around my waist, both of them resting on my ass. He squeezes it harshly and I moan, cursing him mentally for knowing all of my turn-ons.
"We should.....um....we should g-go...." I try and push him away but it's like my body doesn't want me to, my hands resting pathetically on his chest as he begins to leave slow kisses on my neck.
I hate this. I hate that he can do whatever he wants to me, and he knows it. I hate how easily my body gives in to him when I don't even like him as a person, my brain unable to function due to the feelings of lust and desire that are flowing through it.
Things probably would have gone a lot further if it weren't for someone clearing their throat, Justin pulling away to glare at them. I thank Taylor with my eyes as she grabs my arm and pulls me away, her hand subtly squeezing my own to acknowledge it.
"I thought we were going to a party, not trying to get my best friend pregnant."
We laugh as Justin curses under his breath behind us, our shoes making clacking sounds on the wood flooring. I let her get into the car first before I slide into the back next to her, turning to her so that we can talk before her brother appears.
"Girl" she leans back as she looks me over, an unimpressed look on her face. "You need to find another man to please you because he is taking advantage of your horny ass."
"Fuck off" I say with a pout, crossing my arms as she bursts into hysterics. She's not wrong though. I started working for Justin when I was sixteen, and even though I hated him I could tell that he was interested in me. When I turned eighteen his subtle touches and inappropriate remarks got more and more frequent until I got drunk one night and we ended up sleeping together.
I can't really go out and meet other guys because I'm always with him, and he knows it too. He's the only guy that I have ever had sex with, which is probably why I can never tell him no.
At the party
The house we are in is massive, sweaty bodies bumping into each other as they dance. I used to hate parties, but since Justin made me go to one at least once a week I've gotten used to the thrill. I've grown fond of the loud music and grinding bodies, a cup of alcohol in my hand as the slight buzz I have going on makes me feel carefree and light.
My stress-free mood doesn't last for long though. I look at where Justin is sitting, not recognizing the people around him. He catches my stare before nodding once, motioning with his head towards the open door that leads out to the backyard. With a huff I down the rest of my drink before grabbing my purse and heading outside.
