(18+)
"My mom is coming home any minute"
I moan against his lips, my hands tugging up his shirt that covered his tone body
"Ya sè"
His deep, sexy voice sent shivers down my back, his shirt was completely off, my hands were roaming free against his...
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Memories of what happened zoomed through my mind. I shot up from the bed with fear laced through me, I looked around to see an unfamiliar room. I got up to fast, pain was in flicked on my body. I lightly touched my cheek, pain was all I felt. My throat was also killing me.
I looked over to a window, it was dark outside. Was it the same day? I walked over to the door, I peaked out to see nothing but darkness. This is definitely not my dad's house, this seems like a penthouse or something. I tiptoed while closing the bedroom door, I tried to not make any sound but it was hard. I walked past some other doors that I didn't dare to open, I finally got to the living room.
"What happened?" A voice calls out.
I jumped up with my hand over my chest, the voice scared the shit out of me. I turned around to see where the voice was coming from, the lights turned on to reveal Carter sitting down in a chair. I haven't seen him in four years, I was pretty shocked to say the least. My eyes skimmed over his features, he definitely looks older in a hot type of way. He took a sip of his whiskey he had in his hands before cocking his eyebrow up.
"W-what?" I stuttered. I'm still in shock that he's here, this wasn't suppose to happen.
"How long has the abuse been going on for?" Carter places his cup down on the table, directing his attention to me.
I gulped. You see, our baby was born dead so I tried to have Benjamin impregnate me but he actually almost killed me while having sex, then I drank the morning after pill which also almost had me killed by Benjamin. Clearly I can't tell him all of it, neither do I want too.
"A day ago."
"Why didn't you come a day ago?" He demanded, his voice was deep and ruff. Carter stands up while untying his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked up to me, getting closer and closer.
"I-I love him." I mumbled out a response to his question, I couldn't even focus. My mind, my eyes were just so focused on his body. "I didn't want my dad to kill him."
His face was so close to mine that I could smell his minty breath. When he started to lean in, I did something I didn't know I had in me. I took many steps back away from him with a daunting face on. His eyes dilated on me, like he wanted me to stay put.
"No, Carter. I'm not doing this with you anymore." I said as I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"I miss-"
"You don't get to miss me, you left me in that damn house, alone, confused, heartbroken again. You left me after my best friend died, I couldn't eat, drink, sleep for days." I shout with tears trailing down my cheeks, my chest heaving up and down. I promised myself four years ago that if I ever see Carter again, I wouldn't forgive, I wouldn't crave him, he would just be a stranger.
"I thought I was doing what was best for you." Carter shouted back, his anger was coming to the surface just like mine. He doesn't have a right to be mad, I do but he doesn't.
