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Gunnar, the oldest friend, was going to betray me.
Ben jumped in between us, breaking us apart, and shoved Gunnar toward the beach.
“I love you man, but you chose wrong.”
Gunnar’s words stung but I didn’t want to go and speak to him when I was in this mood. I needed to see Jolie, I needed her. I needed to be inside of her, to take what was mine.
I moved away from the cafe and headed back into the city toward my father’s office. It was only a few blocks from here.
I needed to take my anger out on someone else other than those I loved the most. The sun was beginning to set now. It wouldn’t be long until I found my Jolie.
Jolie
The bouncer let me in straight away and I headed for the bar to order a drink. The clothes I’d received for tonight were perfect, a tight leather strapless dress that fit me like a glove. I’d pinned my hair up and it had been a godsend in the unseasonably hot night air.
I looked at the bartender and told him I wanted a bourbon. He brought it over for me but wouldn’t take my money. I didn’t care if it was spiked, I’d spent the last few hours thinking about the implications of leaving my family. I had no money, no prospects and if rumors were to be believed, Roman would have his way with me and be done. There was always someone out there who was younger, prettier or sexier and that sounded like it was what he went for. I downed the drink quickly and headed out onto the dance floor to dance away all of the bad vibes I had been getting.
I wanted to look into those icy blue irises and have his lips on mine again. I couldn’t wait until he saw me. I couldn't wait until we had no interruptions and he could finally taste me. My pussy was throbbing just thinking about it.
Sweat had begun to bead on my forehead and on the back of my neck but I kept dancing. The music was hard not to dance to. Several women banded around me and danced with me to keep other people from trying to rub up against me. I was thankful for that as we laughed and had a good time.
I didn’t know them and I probably would never know their names but that didn’t stop us from enjoying the tunes and the dance moves. I felt free.
I’d never felt like this before.
No one was here telling me not to move my hips like Elvis Presley, or to wear something more demure. No one was telling me what to do.
It felt liberating.
Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me from the dance floor. I thought maybe it was my Roman but when I looked up at the face of my mysterious grabber, I felt fear.
Real fear.
“Paul?”
“Come with me, now, I will not have my wife slut around on the wrong side of the city.”
“I am not your wife,” I said, pulling my arm from his grasp and moving away from him, through the throng of people and escaping to the hallway that led to the bathrooms. He'd surely not trespass in the female bathroom.
As I reached the dark hallway, I felt his hand on my elbow again and he wheeled me around to slam against the wall. The air left my lungs for a brief moment but I recovered to push him back.
“I saw that smile before you saw it was me. You thought it was him, didn’t you? You really are a whore.”
“Fuck you.”
He slapped me hard across my face. It was harder than my father’s slap and it felt like my teeth had rattled a little. My head moved to the side with the force. My skin burned from the action. Slowly, I moved my head back to face him.
“That’s okay, I do like my women to be whores. I guess you got it from your mother. I hope you’re as good as she is.”
He reached up under my short dress roughly. I tried to kick him back but he had me pinned. His hand was over my mouth, but I was unable to bite him from this angle, as he pushed his hand up and pulled at my panties.
The sound of people coming had him shoving me back, through a door. I looked around and saw we were in the women’s bathroom. No one else was in here.
He moved toward me like I was a piece of prey and he was the predator. His eyes were dark with intent of what he wanted.
I couldn’t escape him. He was deceptively strong and for some reason, even though I knew self defense, I couldn’t best him. I moved around, circling so that he had to keep walking as I tried to make my way back to the door.
I bolted but he caught me around my waist and shoved me against a wall, knocking my head. I was stunned for a moment before I felt his grubby hands on me again, up my thighs. I squeezed them shut as hard as I could while I tried to make my brain stop spinning. His face was on mine, his lips shoving against mine so rough I thought he may break my teeth. I pushed and pushed but I couldn’t seem to get him off me. He slapped me again, the dizziness getting worse as he continued to grope me.
