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I’m also having a hard time shaking thoughts of how this would make Maddox feel if he knew I did shit like this.
“You feel good, baby.”
I turn around, dip my head in his lap, and run my body over his. I open my eyes and come face to face with the devil.
Before I can back away, his hands wrap around my arms. “What’s wrong? You were into it.”
I try to keep the bile down in my throat. How did I not know Chet was in the room with me?
“Finish your dance.” His voice is assertive. I’m torn between doing my job and getting the fuck out of the room.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Don’t be that way. I paid for this.” He smirks. His hands move from my arms to my chest.
I try to pull away when his finger flicks my nipple. “Ah, ah, ah. You don’t get to walk away. I’d hate to have a talk with your boss about how unsatisfied I was with my dance.” He’s got me just where he wants me.
His hands are rough and unwanted on my body. I feel disgusted every time he runs a finger over my nipple or my thigh.
His hands grip my ass and pull me on top of him. I can feel his hot, sticky breath on my face, and I want to throw up. He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head to the side.
His lips graze my ear, his tongue swiping the inside. “You feel even better now than you did back then. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
I try to jerk away, but his grip on me only gets tighter. How much do I need this fucking job?
I can feel his dick harden in his pants when his tongue swipes against my neck.
Enough is enough. I will not let this happen again.
“Get the fuck off me.” I shove off him and walk towards the door.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I get what I want, no matter how I want to take it.”
“If you think you scare me, you’re wrong. You’re a piece of shit and this job isn’t worth being raped again.”
“You can’t rape the willing, Belle,” he sneers.
I pull the door open and run down the hall. I’ve never felt so disgusting in my life. I have to get out of here. I don’t know how much longer I can carry this with me.
I think it’s time for me to decide just how much Maddox means to me. Does he matter enough for me to tell him this? What will he do? Chet is his best friend. I’m just some girl he brought home with him.
“Hey, you okay?” I jump back when Chloe puts her hand on my arm.
“Yeah. Sorry. I’m just not feeling well tonight. I think I need to cut out early. Can you take my stage time?”
She eyes me. She isn’t sure she believes me, but she’d never call me out on it. “Sure. I hope you feel better.”
I find myself looking over my shoulder more so than usual when I’m heading out the door. The last thing I want is for Chet to catch me alone somewhere.
The house is dark when I get home, but I can see a light upstairs. “Maddox?” I call out but get no answer. It’s after one in the morning, so he’s probably already asleep.
I find him passed out in bed when I get upstairs. He looks so peaceful. Sometimes I hate that I’ve caused him so much stress. If I were capable of loving him, I would.
It’s not like I want to be this person that doesn’t fall in love, it’s just in my blood. I’ve never had anyone show me what real love looks like, so I’ve never had any desire for it.
I imagine it’s a lot like how I feel about Maddox. You think about this person constantly, you’d do anything to avoid hurting them, and you’d kill for them.
Is it love that I feel for Maddox? I’ll never know.
