Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Fuck it,” I mumble to myself and start my car. I peel out of the parking lot and away from her apartment building. She’s owed an apology at some point, but it won’t be today.
CLEO
Ican’t get to my apartment quick enough. I swear Tristan is such a dick, and I can’t help but wonder if me leaving them is what changed him. Maybe he does know who I am, and he’s just punishing me because he’s still angry at me for leaving. At least that would make more sense than him doing all this just because I won’t tell him my name. This money can’t get here fast enough.
My legs move quickly away from him, and I’m relieved when he doesn’t follow. I race up the stairs, wanting to take another shower to wash the degrading encounter from my body and my memory. My apartment still smells like their colognes when I enter, and I’m surprised that I’m filled with longing.
“Get a grip, Cleo,” I remind myself. The minute I get my money, we’ll never see each other again. Even when I say that, the thought makes me a little sad. I can already see Talon’s sad eyes from being abandoned yet again, and I’m sure Tristan’s obvious anger issue will only get worse. I press the heels of my hands against my eyes and groan. Who would’ve thought selling my virginity would’ve made things so complicated?
I get back in the shower to wash the sweat from my skin. The cool water is comforting to my heated body as I quickly wash myself. I pause when I hear a noise, wiping water away from my face as I listen. At first, I don’t hear anything, but then I hear another thump outside of my bedroom door.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I mumble to myself as I turn the shower back off. I dry off and slip on a pair of underwear, not even bothering to cover myself since the guys have already seen me naked plenty of times. But it’s not Tristan or Talon in my apartment.
It’s my slimy landlord.
“What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!” I shriek, covering my chest with my arm. “And what are you doing in my bedroom?”
He turns his wild eyes to me, the smell of alcohol oozing from his pores. “You little slut,” he sneers. “I came up here to collect my money!”
“I told you I’ll pay you!” I exclaim.
“And then you have your little boyfriend or whoever the fuck he is threatening me and causing problems.” He approaches me and forces me to take a few steps back. “Since you haven’t paid me, I’ll have to get my payment in another way.”
“No!” I scream, but he’s faster than I expected. He grabs me and tosses me on my bed as if I weigh nothing, before his heavy body is pressing against mine. “Get off of me!”
“According to the other guys in the building, you’ve been giving away pussy all day,” he pants. I squeak in both surprise and pain when he effortlessly rips my panties from my body. I squirm underneath him as his rough fingers try to force my legs open. “Open your fucking legs, you whore.”
“Get off of me!” I scream, doing my best to buck against him, but he hardly budges. I sob when he forces his fingers inside of me, the friction sending slivers of pain throughout my lower body. I’ve never felt so helpless as I do in this moment. At least when I was at Purgatory, sex was a choice. But this wasn’t my choice. All I can do is stare up at my popcorn ceiling and pray for this to be over soon. It’s this moment that I realize just how alone I am in this world. There’s no one around to save me. No one to look out for me.
I have no one.
I cry out in pain when he struggles to shove two fingers into my asshole. I squeeze every muscle I can as tight as I can to prevent him from breaching inside, but all it does it make things more painful.
“Please stop,” I whine, still pushing against him. But he ignores my pleas. He only removes his fingers long enough to reach into his sweatpants to pull out his pathetic cock.
“Shut up. I’ll be finished in a—”
There’s a gush of cool air as he’s pulled off of me. Things happen so quickly that I don’t realize what’s happening for a moment. But then I see Tristan’s fists flying through the air and the sickening sound of crunching cartilage as he pummels my landlord in the head and face. I want to stop him before the cops get involved, but I can’t get myself to move. I only stare at them in shock as a million questions run through my mind. I don’t even know why he’s here, but I’ve never been so happy to see him.