It's Not What It Looks Like (Recently Completed)

Chapter - 2

Zach

With one hand covering Col's mouth, I run my hand over her soft skin. The woman is made for f*cking. Her golden skin, long brown hair, the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts and the roundness of her ass is every mans' fantasy. She is a combination of everything perfect which falls bleak in front of her disgusting personality. Once again I am reminded of what I saw on the spy-cam that I had set up in my bedroom to catch her in the act. Rage like never before takes over my body and I fist her hair and use it as a leverage to thrust harder.

"Zac", she groans and it pisses me off. I don't want her to ever say my name again. His is a last hurray before I put her back in her place. I had no plans of touching her after I saw her take out the box of condoms. But then I walked in the room and saw her in that sexy clothing, I knew what the right punishment would be. She wanted sex and I gave her just that with an extra dose of roughness.

"Zac", Col groans again pushing me to the brisk of my sanity. I push her on the bed and grip her shoulder in an angle to drive deep inside her. I thrust into her with all my strength until I come roaring in a condom that I brought with me. I fall on top of her and catch my breath. As my breath returns to normal, I remember the first time I met her in the coffee shop.

It was on a snowy day while I was working on my assignment in a cafe close to my apartment. Col rushed in from the street wearing a black beanie, a black coat, a tight blue jean and knee-length boots looking devastatingly beautiful. I lost my breath when she smiled at the barista. She has one of those smiles that lights up the face and makes the eyes twinkle. My eyes were glued to her the entire time she was there placing the order. When she got coffee and walked towards the only vacant seat which was behind me, I stood up to give her way. The person sitting next to me moved his chair right at the moment hitting my back which made me move forward knocking Col off her feet. Though she managed to not fall on her ass, her hot coffee spilt all over her clothes. I helped her up, asked her to come with me to my apartment since there was some plumbing work going on in the cafe's restroom. At first, she was hesitant but finally agreed.

In my apartment, while her clothes were getting dried, we got acquainted. I was spellbound by the way she spoke, she bit the corner of her bottom lip and the way her big hazel eyes shined. I had plenty of girlfriends before but the one hour I spent with her was the most exhilarating experience had in my life. I was floored by the time she was ready to leave. My best friend Ryan came in just as I was taking her back to her car. His eyes roamed her body and for the first time in the 20 years I had known him, I wanted his deck him on his face. I quickly walked her away from him to her car parked near the cafe and we exchanged numbers.

On the way back home, I was contemplating if it was too soon to text her. I was convinced that she is someone I wanted to get to know better. Maybe even go the whole nine yards. But, as soon as I returned home, Ryan was ready with the information of who she really was. It was a punch to my gut to know that she is the daughter of the man we suspected to have caused my break-up with my ex-girlfriend Shannon.

Shannon and I had a good thing going on since Freshman year. She is hot, polite and perfect arm candy for the many parties and charity function I had to attend because of my family. She knew very well that there was no future for her in my life and she didn't care about it. All she wanted was to be a part of the privileged life I lived to make contact that will boost her career after college. Even though our relationship was not a conventional one, we agreed to be faithful mainly to avoid gossip and she was a good lay. It was a shocker when she cheated on me so I broke up with her immediately. Like all cheaters, she pleaded as well, told me she was tricked and that she would never do it anything. But I was not convinced.

While trying to convince me Shannon mentioned that she got an exclusive backstage pass on mail. Who would send an exclusive backstage pass to someone anonymously? For some reason, it bothered me and I had a doubt that someone might have tricked her even though it didn't justify her actions. So I asked my Dad's assistant to trace the address of the person who sent the mail. It was Col's address. But at that time I thought it was Col's dad who was up to something. Maybe he was trying to sabotage Dad's campaign or he wanted some political favour. I had him watched for almost a month when Col walked into my life.

Knowing that the whole cafe incident was a setup drove me so mad that I was ready to get straight with her. But Ryan convinced me that it is better to keep my enemy close. So I played her game. I acted surprised in our run-ins, asked her out, took her on dates and made her my girlfriend all the while trying to figure out what she was up to. Up until recently, nothing made sense. She was the only daughter of one of a rich man in the state. So money wasn't the motive. Even if it was money, then her unmaterialistic behaviour didn't befit the theory of greediness. If she wanted social status, then her blunt avoidance of parties or any social events made no sense.

All that changed last week, when the condom broke. I immediately knew she had done something because condoms have FDA guidelines and every condom is checked before it is packaged. Her concerned look only proved she had tampered with the rubber. Since then I have been a raging bull spitting fire at anyone who crossed my path. A part of me felt her plan wasn't anything sinister just a ploy to make me fall for her. And I desperately wanted her to prove that to me because somewhere along the way I started to have feelings for her even though I knew she was manipulating me.

As my breath evens out, I fall back on the mattress and my fingers itch her to pull her back to body close to mine like I usually do. But I remain distant from her which makes Col move closer.

" Was I rough?", I ask her. I want her to say yes and admit that she didn't like it. The tears that rolled down my hand while I f*cked her and the rundown mascara on her pretty face proves that she didn't like it. I want her to say at least one truthful statement

"It was different", she answers vaguely her voice hoarse.

" If you didn't like it, maybe we should break up. I am into rough sex", I lie. For a second she looks panicked then her face morphs into a breathtaking smile which pulls my heartstrings.

"I wasn't prepared but I loved it. It felt so good when you were deep inside me. Next time I will be prepared", she says trying to get control of her ploy before its foiled.

"Get ready, we are going to a party", I order.

" Party?", she asks shocked from my sudden demand. I don't think I have ever made any demands to any of my previous girlfriends. But I demand Col giving her one last chance to see if she will rather do something she hates than indulging me.

"It's an important party", I say not giving her any more details.

" Okay", she agrees without an argument. Her response angers me more. Making me her baby daddy is more important to her than anything in this world. Even if the price to achieve it is rough sex and give in to all my demands.

"Get ready in 15", I say and get off the bed to leave the room. Just as I am about to leave the room, I hear her groan in pain. A bolt of guilt hits me. A small voice in my head says that even if she was wrong, I had no right to treat her like that. But I push that thought away. She deserved it. And she deserves more. This party is to put her in her place. She and everyone at the party will know that I am not a person to be toyed with.

Author's Note:

Hi,

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