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Hetsked again. “Wehave been over this.Youcame onto me, andIdidn’t deny you.Toavoid future confusion,I’llensure you’re fully awake the next timeIshove your face onto the mattress and take you from behind.”
Ibanked away my trauma to deal with the words unraveling around my ears. “Nexttime?TherewillNEVERbe a next time, not unless you force me again,”Ishouted, upset.
“Thatcan be arranged as well.”
Oncemore,Iwas at a loss for words.Ina matter of a night, he had turned my life upside down.Why?
Myshoulders slumped in defeat. “Please.Whyare you doing this to me?”Myfingers curled so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.Hemade me an accessory to his sinful ways and couldn’t be bothered to give me a reason. “Whateverit is you’re doing, stop.Youcan have anybody you want.Justpick anyone else.Anywoman would die to be with you.Youare a god.”
Hegrinned wickedly. “YouthinkI’ma god?”
Iscoffed. “Imeant that women, in general, think you’re a god.”
“I’monly interested in onewoman,” he drew out the a-syllable and smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes.Iswallowed when he approached the bed and leaned over. “Ifit makes you feel better,I’mhappy to start over and do this the right way.Youknow… buy you drinksbeforefucking you.ButI’llforget the generosity if you keep giving me a hard time.”
Dreadcoiled my spine becauseIknew without a doubt that he meant it.
“So, how about that drink,Princess?”
“Don’tcall me that,”Isnapped without thinking.
Hegripped my cheeks, turning my lips into a pout. “I’llcall you whatever the fuckIwant,Princess, and you’ll respond to it every fucking time.Now,” he looked me dead in the eyes, “Iasked, how about that drink,Princess?”
Hishold tightened, andIrealized he wouldn’t let go or leave unlessIacknowledged his term of endearment.Ispewed hatred from my eyes but spat, “No, thank you.”
“Yourloss.”BeforeIcould rip my face away, he firmly kissed my lips and murmured, “Later,Princess.”Withthat, he strolled away.Insteadof using the glass doors leading to the waterfront, he exited through my bedroom door, the one leading inside the house.
Iwas out of bed within the flash and ran to lock the door from inside.Next,Ibuzzed the emergency button onJay’sside of the bed before running to the door leading to the waterfront.
Itwas locked.
Ittook several seconds for my hazy, still-drunk mind to realizeAxelcouldn’t have come in through this door as it was never unlocked.Hewas already inside the house when he found me passed out drunk.
Thisman had access to my house.
* * *
Intoxicatedtears were involved asIstumbled to dress, pulling on a pair ofUggs, a black t-shirt, and blue jeans.Thesecurity guards rushed to my house within the allocated three minutes.Ina shocking turn of events, they confirmedAxel’sstory.Theycalled my house number uponAxel’srequest for entry into the premises, andIgranted it.Fuck.Howwas it possible?
Irefused to be a sitting duck, waiting for another attack.Therewas no wayIcould stay at this house, knowing some madman had access to it.Ihad to get out in case he returned.
Igrabbed my oversizedPradatote bag.Itserved as both a purse and an overnight bag when needed.Throwingin my toiletry bag, a prepacked travel makeup kit, a couple of outfits, along with underwear and bras,Icalled anUbersinceIhadn’t fully sobered.Isat in the backseat with blurred tears while the driver took me to the nearest hotel.
Despitebeing that it was the dead of the night, the concierge greeted me cheerily.Therewere only a few patrons lurking in the hotel bar.Otherwise, the place was empty.Lackof a crowd made the hotel seem grander and larger than life.Luckily, the vastness of the elegant hotel wasn’t covered with gaudiness.Brightlight fixtures highlighted modern furniture and chic décor.
Theradiant ambiance and the cheerful greeting did little to improve my mood.Everythingfelt morbid asIchecked into a corner room with a king-size bed.
Ittook me no time to find room 1450.Assoon as the door shut behind me,Imarched to the bathroom, turned on the water, and stripped my clothes.Iscrubbed my skin under scorching hot water before crawling into bed like a coward.
WhatIshould have done instead was go to the police and file a report againstAxel.Hewas guilty as charged and belonged in jail.However, a few obstacles kept the idea at bay.
IfGooglesearch was an indicator,Axelwas practically a champion for women, and none to cross paths with him had an adverse word to spare.Inthe ten years he had been in the music industry, not one female staff reported anything resembling sexual harassment or assault, callingAxelan exemplary boss in their testimonies.
I’dbe the exception to the rule, the first and only woman to speak negatively about the elusiveAxelTrimalchio.Itdidn’t help thatIwas intoxicated when said event occurred.Icould barely remember the details of our drunken fuck, and even now, my recollections were hazy at best.It’dbe my inebriated account against a beloved celebrity known for practicing the utmost respect for his female liaisons.
Iran a palm over my face, pulling the comforter to my chin.
Goingto the police also meant involvingJay, who’d insist on draggingAxel’sass to court.BetweenJay’swell-known company andAxel’scelebrity status, a case like this would start a media frenzy.DidIwant to put my family through that hell?
