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He pulls me into the room, kicking the door closed behind us. Our mouths crash against each other. God. I’m so hot. But this doesn’t feel as good as it did at the fundraiser. Maybe because Jafar isn’t there glaring at me. My phone buzzes in my purse and I reach for it.
“Leave it,” Al says as he sucks on my neck.
I glance at the screen, seeing Jafar’s name. I want to answer it, but Al is right. I should leave it. Let Jafar wonder what I’m up to. I toss my phone on the table and focus on kissing Al. But the more we kiss, the more I start to feel like this is a bad idea.
Al groans against my lips. “Come on, babe, stay with me.”
“Al, I think we should stop.”
He pulls back, looking angry. So angry that I take a step away from him.
“Should have known I’d have to give a fat bitch like you more than an average dose.”
His words are like dousing a fire with cold water. One minute I’m hot, the next I’m not. Suddenly, this doesn’t feel right. It feels like I’ve made a huge mistake.
“What do you mean by that? Did you drug me?”
“Bingo. I knew I was going to have to do something to get into your pants.” He runs his hand through his hair. “Fuck, it shouldn’t be this hard to get pussy. But you bitches love making me work for it, don’t you?”
I take another step back. He’s scaring me, and not just because his pupils are blown out, as if he’s higher than a kite.
“Al, did you take something tonight?”
“Did I take something? Yeah, I took something. It’s the only way I can bring myself to fuck someone as fat as you.”
He’s trying to hurt me with his words. They don’t hurt. They terrify me. Especially when I don’t know what he’s going to do. There’s a wild look in his eyes that makes me want to flee.
“I think you should leave and sleep off whatever you’re on.”
“I’m not leaving until I get what I came here for.”
My heart pounds. I need a plan. Now.
He’s standing between me and the door. There’s no way I’m going to make it to the hallway, or even be able to get past him. Not when he’s pure muscle. My phone is on the table, which is nearer to me, but still close enough to him that he might get to me first. I have to try to reach it, though. I have to.
He lunges at me as I try to grab my phone, knocking it across the room. I cry out as I fall to the ground, taking a lamp with me, but it’s his fist contacting my jaw that really has me yelling.
“Get off me! Stop it! Stop!”
He acts like he can’t hear me, ripping at my dress like a madman. The fabric that Bruno worked so hard on tears, but I know that’s the least of my worries. He’s going to rape me if I can’t stop this. He straddles my waist as I try to get him off of me.
I kick.
I thrash.
I scream.
Nothing stops him.
“Stop, Al! I don’t want this!”
He ignores me. Each scream seems to make him more feral. He rips the dress off more, exposing my panties. I cry out in pain when he shoves his fingers beneath the silk material to my core.
“Fuck. I knew you’d be wet for me.”
But I’m not wet for him. I’m wet because of Jafar.
Jafar.
