I feel bad for the guy, but falling for someone in Silk is a bad idea. People come to play and be free. Commitment isn’t one of the selling points here. So is kissing, I guess because I’m no better than Carlos at the moment.
We reach the door to the club and Carlos opens it and I go ahead of him. I see Christopher talking with a cute blond, and I head straight for him.
He excuses himself and meets me at the corner of the bar. “I’m heading home. Are you staying for a while?”
“Yeah!” He yells over the music. “Just met my date for the night.”
I point in his face, “Don’t use my apartment… I’ll fucken kill you. Take her to your place and mess up your own bed. Do you need Carlos or have you brought your own guys?”
I yell over the music. “I brought my own… I’m good. No movement on Jamison.”
He looks over his shoulder at the booth of drunken men. “Justdrinking and partying like the rest of the club.”
“Okay. Talk to you tomorrow.” I point at his dick. “Wrap that shit, brother.”
He laughs and draws me in for a back-slap hug. “Always”, he winks and goes back to the blond at the bar.
I turn and head up the stairs to my apartment; I head over to my desk and run the mouse over the screen; I hit the camera icon. The feed comes up and I scroll through each room. I pause on the one down the hall and bring it up to the full screen.
She is sleeping behind that door. I zoom in. There are still no lights shining under the doorframe. The woman who is now the center of my life, the daughter of a liar and could possibly be one herself.
Shutting the lid down on my laptop, I text Carlos to get the car ready. I’m tired. I just want to go to bed and start a new day tomorrow.
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Chapter 16 ~ Isabella
My alarm clock on my phone is blaring jarring me from my sleep. I reach out, fumbling around on the nightstand trying to find it. I roll over, stretching my arm out farther, and let out a scream as my phone falls to the floor. Instantly I clutch my boob, which is throbbing in pain as I roll back over onto my back.Ouch, Jesus!
The night comes rushing back, and my face turns red. Alexander bit my boob, made me cry, and kissed me like I was the sexiest thing on the planet. Then he had his fingers inside my body driving me crazy till I peed all over his hand.
I slap my hand over my face as I gently cup my breast and sit up.Oh my god.One day under his roof and I'm a slut.
I look around and sigh. So this is my room now, or for the next two weeks, anyway. Soon I’ll be moving across the hall where he can do whatever he wants to any of my body parts. The thought makes me shudder. Tossing my feet over the side of the bed, I sit up slowly, still holding my abused breast, and pick my phone up off the floor.
No new messages from Anna.
Probably better to talk to her at work anyway. I have a million questions. I head off to the bathroom to pee once I’m done, I brush my teeth and turn on the shower. Tossing my tee shirt on the floor, I look at my breast in the mirror. Bright red teeth marks circle around my areola, leaving purple bruising around the outer edge of my breast.
Holy shit, he literally almost bit my nipple off. Jerk!
I grab a cloth and run it under cold water, gently placing it on my abused nipple. He is never getting near my boobs again, the animal.
I get in the shower and dump some shampoo in my hand; it smells heavenly, like lavender and vanilla, momentarily taking my mind off my throbbing breast and last night's…whatever that was.I groan and bang my head softly on the tiled wall. I still have to face him for breakfast.
Once I’m done, I pick up a towel, carefully wrap it, conscious of my sore chest, and head to my suitcase to grab my clothes. I check my phone for the time. It’s just after 7:00, so it gives me plenty of time to have our “breakfast” and still get to work to have a coffee with Anna.
Slipping on a simple pair of leggings with a soft tee shirt; I pull out my favorite cream cardigan and slip my feet into my runners.
I head back to the bathroom, put all my clothes into the laundry hamper from the floor, and run the brush through my hair. I put it into a simple braid and let it hang down my back.
I open my door and look over at Alex’s door. I don’t see any light under the door, so maybe he is still asleep, good I can avoid the whole thing. Hurrying down the hall I have to get a move on, so I’m not late to have time with Anna.
I’m almost at the last three step of the stairs and the front door opens and Carlos steps inside, shutting it behind him.
“Well, good morning.” I beam at him. He breaks out into a grin and moves towards me.
“Morning Izzy. Did you have a good rest?”
