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She looked kind of funny with her head crooked to one side, her eyes trying to focus on me while sleep was calling for them to close.
“I’m fine,” I said and turned my back at her again.
“Wait.”
“What?” I sighed.
“You’re not fine. What’s wrong? Why don’t you talk to me like you always do?”
“I’m a grown woman, Dawn. I don’t have to tell you everything. Now, will you quit being a baby about it and go to sleep?” I snapped at her. As soon as I did, I regretted it, but I didn’t want to tell her about Mike or about the files I found in Will’s office.
Without a second glance to her, I got into my bedroom, closed the door behind me and headed to the bathroom. I noticed the black ink on the swell of my breast when I took of my tee. I was about to wipe it off but something in my gut forced me to do otherwise and I noted the number on a small paper I found on the bathroom counter.
As I stood under the warm spray of water, I felt guiltier with each passing second. I shouldn’t have snapped at Dawn and I surely shouldn’t have shut her out like that. It wasn’t her fault that I was crazy enough to chase a story.
Most people wouldn’t have wanted to learn about drug dealing. They wouldn’t have been excited by the possibility of illegal shit. They surely wouldn’t have gotten close to anyone who had a report from an asylum, yet alone fucked him.
But I wasn’t most people.
I was an adventure junky, I obsessed over a good story, and a passionate writer-to-be.
I was Angela, a girl who loved walking near the fire, a girl who wasn’t afraid of getting close to the edge.
I was Angel, a stripper, a woman who lived dangerously and chased pleasure, a woman with a twisted mind.
And I deserved all that happened…
January 3, 2014
I walked around the chair, one hand caressing its back and swayed my hips to the rhythm that played in my mind.
“That ass…” I heard Mike say behind me. He was clearly enjoying the show.
“You know I like dancing with the music on, right? This silence doesn’t motivate me.” I said, not giving him a glance.
“The music is in your head.”
I didn’t say anything back after his reply. I only focused on my movements. As my phantom music reached its crescendo I sat on the chair and spread my legs open. I felt Mike’s gaze on my body, but didn’t let it distract me. Leaning back on the chair as my hair fell behind me, I let my fingertips graze the length of my neck and move all the way to the hollow between my breasts. Then, I stopped.
“Tease,” Mike said. I look at his eyes just then and kept his gaze with mine as he strode toward me. The air crackled between us; it was magnetic, palpable, and also, dangerous, and blinding… like lightning.
He caged me by putting his arms on the back of my chair and leaned into me till his face was mere inches from my breasts. I waited for his move, I loved the thrill. But I said “Don’t” when his tongue touched my collarbone. He clearly ignored me and continued to lick the sensitive skin.
“Don’t,” I said, louder this time and he bit me as an answer to my protest. I felt his anger with the broken skin on my sensitive flesh. I grunted with the pain, but it only replaced a new one when he pulled my hair harshly, “I will not tell you again, whore. You. Will. Not. Tell. Me. What. To. Do.”
“Enough of this shit. You listen to me, asshole!” I slapped his hand away and stood up, “I’m not your whore, or your slut, or your anything. We had sex and I will not tolerate your douche bag act just because you fucked me.”
My voice was loud enough to draw attention but no one was near us. Harley was the only one in the club and she was arranging the closets.
I waited for him to yell at me, but instead, he pulled me toward him just to push me against the wall, causing me to hit my forehead; thankfully, not hard enough to cause damage. He was behind me before I could move a muscle. His front was behind me, pushing me harder against the wall.
“I warned you, Angel. Much more than to my liking. Once I had you, once I had a taste, you were mine. My slut, my whore…you wanted to know about me –here is the thing you should know: I’m an obsessive man and you are my new obsession,” he hissed to my ear.
“Get off me!”
“Angel? You okay?”
I sighed in relief when I heard Sage’s voice. Mike immediately let me go with her arrival.
