Is it Love, Lust, Or Death?

Chapter 9

Third person

The event was coming to an end. Jeremiah decided it was time for them to take their leave. Amara was still wondering why Mr. Sterling needed her at his apartment to talk. Especially when they could talk the next day at work. Clueless Amara had no idea.

They made their way up to his penthouse, into his personal elevator which he had installed when he made the building. Amara was very impressed with the location they were at. So many windows, so modern and sleek, and most of all so posh. She could never be caught in an area like this, unless she was a millionaire, which she was far from.

The aura was awkward and Amara felt weird. She could tell that Jeremiah was still burning with rage, after her encounter with Ashton. Why would he care though? He was just her boss?

Ding. The elevator was the only sound heard, since the engine of the limo. Jeremiah strutted in with Amara hot on his tail. He suddenly stopped, turned around and he pushed Amara against the nearest wall and pinned her hands above her head with only one hand. His other hand travelled alongside her body and find their way underneath her attire onto her thigh. He used one of his feet to spread her legs apart. He smirked at her and said "oh baby the fun we will have tonight, you won't be able to feel your legs tomorrow", she started to whimper as she had no words at the sudden action. She was not expecting this at all. He started to kiss her neck. She knew what was coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She tried to struggle. "Stop moving I know you want this. Fucking cunt", He whispered the last part to himself.

"Stop p-pleeease"

"Why? Aren't you just a dirty slut, hungry for sex, money and attention, little whore. You were begging to be caught by Ashton weren't you, you needed him. Just like you need me now", with that line, the tears dropped down her cheeks.

"Please don't do this" is what she would say every time Harvey did this to her. Jeremiah let go of her and she dropped down to the ground on her knees with her face in her hands while the water kept running from her eyes. "You are just angry, you can hit me! Please just don't do this. Not again please. Please. Please."

Jeremiah POV-

She just dropped fell onto her knees like she didn't want this. Was she crying? Why is she crying? More attention? "You are just angry, you can hit me! Please just don't do this. Not again please. Please. Please". She sat there with her knees and hands in her face rocking back and forth. Did she think I was going to hit her? Why did she say 'not again'? Was she having an anxiety attack?

I should comfort her but I don't know how nor do I really care. For some reason another part of me is saying that I should help and that I do care and I should tell her 'I am sorry'. However I don't apologize. I can help but I won't apologize. "Hey, hey, hey. You're okay. Everything will be fine. Just calm down. I didn't mean for it to go down like this", I just stood there and tried my best to help.

"Please don't do this. I am begging you, I'll do anything. Anything but this, please. Hit me, hit me with all your anger but please don't do this". Why does she think I'm going to hit her? Or going to want to hit her? Does she think she is about to be raped?

"I am sorry, please calm down", I don't know why I said it but I did. It just sort of came up, like I had no self control. I tried to swoop in and give her a reassuring hug and smile but she flinched and shook harder. "Okay just listen to my voice, you are safe, no one will dare touch you. EVER. I promise. Please just calm down", she looked up at me with sad eyes that broke my heart. STOP IT JEREMIAH YOU ARE STRONGER THAN THAT. "Everything will be okay. I didn't mean to scare you. Please just relax, I won't ever hurt you, I promise"

"Thank you" she stopped crying, wiped her tears away, while hiccuping from the distress. She started to slowly readjust herself. I just stared at her for a bit while she was trying to steady her breathing. God she was beautiful, if she wanted me to take her right here, right now, I would fuck her until she couldn't say anything but 'please'. "I am very sorry sir that was very inappropriate, and sir I am sorry about my next comment but please. Please. Don't make false promises, it only stresses my anxiety. Please don't fire me". She said 'please my too much and not in the way I wanted. She looked so fucking adorable when she was worried. The way she called me 'sir' just tightened my pants even more. I know that I can't do anything about it though because she has clearly been through something.

It angered me that she apologized. She had every right to be scared and have a panic attack. It was my fault that she was in that position in the first place. I would never admit that though. She was the first girl to reject me and that too in such a way. I just felt the need to claim her, even more, after I saw Ashton Saunders try and flirt around with her at the party. The fact that she enjoyed it made me even more irritated. She should know that she should be loyal to me and not that bastard, I don't care if we are just colleagues. SHE IS NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH ASHTON.

She left my home immediately after that. Now I am left alone with my dirty thoughts about her her that will never be tamed. Time to have a cold shower, or I could invite a whore over, but I would feel bad after what just happened with Amara... Amara... Hmm... Something about that girl just made me wonder.