“I wantyou to join me for dinner tonight,” Armand said. His eyes roamed over my body and stopped at my breasts.
He lingered there and licked his lips.
“No,” I answered.
The answer surprised him, stunned him even after Pa’s lecture to me this morning.
He’d gone running to Pa with his crap about me being resistant and Pa came down hard on me, laying down the law.
He said Armand was my husband-to-be and had rights and needs I had to meet.
Then Pa had the audacity to say to me that if I could give myself so freely and easily to Xander, Armand shouldn’t be a problem.
That… that was what Pa had said to me. So I was first of all some kind of easy slut because he’d caught me in bed with Xander and second I could be more of a slut /sex slave to Armand.
No.
I was going along with this fucked up plan but I had my boundaries.
I was going along because I didn’t have a choice. In the realistic essence of the big picture though if I could escape I would.
Until I found a way, this was it. I wasn’t going to sleep with Armand and I wasn’t going to dinner with him either. A façade to get me away somewhere private so he could do whatever the hell he wanted to me.
I had two full days and part of Monday.
I’d be leaving Monday night for Italy with him. I wanted my freedom until then.
“You are one stupid bitch, you know that?” he threw back.
“Am I?”
“You know you are. Very stupid bitch. Any woman would kill to be with me. We used to be together Jia. This is just slipping back into who we used to be. That’s all it is baby.”
Every time he reminded me of that I cringed. Yes, I’d been with him for a whole year, but… I didn’t know what he was like.
“I was a different person then.”
“You mean you hadn’t met him yet?” He threw back. He was talking of course about Xander.
I decided not to respond. I couldn’t deny it and didn’t want to.
“Jia, open your eyes to the bigger picture baby. You and me are it. You mustn’t fight this and you mustn’t fight me.”
“I’m not fighting, I’m telling you I don’t want dinner with you.”
“And you won’t have sex with me either.”
“No, I won’t.”
He stepped closer, coming right up to me with his face contorted into a heavy scowl.
“You will.” He lowered and got right up in my face. “What do you think this is going to be. Some little hayride where you tell me what you will and won’t do?”
When I didn’t answer he lashed out, growled and grabbed my shoulders shaking me hard.
I cried out and shoved him hard in his chest. The impact made him let go of me but he came for me again, reaching out to grab me. I slapped him and my fingernails grazed his cheek leaving a print and blood seeping from the wound.
He touched his face and when his hand came away with blood he snarled, his face changing into the evil he was.
