I march out of my bedroom, dressed in only a T-shirt, the first thing I saw in my closet.
I see Mr. Enrique sitting on my sofa. The audacity, after raping me, he is chilling on my sofa.
“ How dare you take me in such a vulnerable state, while I was sleeping you took advantage of me and you’re sitting on my sofa as if nothing happened you four-eyed demon! “ I shout.
He is taken back by the intensity of my voice. He raises his brow at me.
“ You might be forgetting that you are my mistress, I can do anything I want with you. You signed your body to me for one month. So lower your voice. “ He threatens.
“ I might be a mistress, but that didn’t mean you could rape me. “ I object angrily.
“ Well you did sign a contract Emma, now tell me, didn’t I tell you that I own your body for the entire month. Why would I need permission to touch something I already own? “ He asks, coming dangerously close to me.
“ You could have been humane and at least wait for me to wake up you devil! “ I shout, not ready to hear anyone at this point.
“ Let me remind you who you are talking to because it seems you have forgotten. I can make you rot in prison for the rest of your life by making just one call. “ He threatens dangerously.
I step back slowly, but he still moves forward causing me to stumble back on the couch.
He doesn’t stop moving forward though, when he reaches the couch, he gets on top of me. He gently holds my hand on both sides, and whispers in my ear.
“ Do you know what you’re wearing? “ He asks, but his proximity confuses me to such an extent that I find myself unable to decipher his words.
“ Pretty much nothing Emma. “ He again whispers.
He then travels towards my neck and starts leaving light kisses. His hands start roaming around and reach the back of my bra.
I feel extremely uncomfortable. First, he raped me, then threatened me and now he is doing this. Why do bad things only happen to me?
Silent tears fall down and soon Noah notices it.
“ Woah! What’s wrong Emma? “ He asks concerned.
I push him and start sobbing hysterically.
“ You…you ra..raped me. “ I stutter, in between my sobs.
He just rolls his eyes at me. He walks down and gets down on his knees up to my level.
“ I did not rape you, we did not even have sex, Emma. I was just messing with you, stop crying. “ He replies softly, cupping my face with his hands. His voice is so gentle.
“ What do you mean? I was naked in the bathroom and my legs hurt. “ I complain, still sobbing.
Mr. Enrique gets up and hands me a glass of water making me sit on the sofa.
“ You were naked in the bed as I had to pull your naked ass out of the bathtub, you fell asleep in the bathtub Emma. I only put you to bed and is there any pain in your abdomen or anything like that? “ He asks, and it all makes sense.
“ There is no pain in my abdomen. “ I state.
“ Let me look at your legs. “ He takes a look at my legs. My right leg is fine but my left leg is a little blue on the area that was hit by the stair tile.
“ How did this happen? “ He asks, confused.
“ I…I fell on the stairs bring you dinner. “ I reply.
“ This is why your leg is hurting. Not because I raped you, Oh God! “ He exclaims tired of my dumbness.
“ When you have sex, you would know it. If I had sex with you while you were asleep you would have wakened up. “ He explains.
“ Wait, you haven’t ever had sex, have you? “ He asks, coming to the conclusion.
I shake my head in negative.
“ So you’re a virgin, a gold digger, and a virgin that’s hard to believe Emma. “ He laughs in a mocking manner.
“ Why are you still here though Mr. Enrique? “ I ask confused. Shouldn’t he have left after putting me in the bed?
“ Call me Noah, when we are not in the office. I couldn’t find the keys to lock the door from outside. I couldn’t leave you naked in the bed with the door unlocked. “ He points out.
“ Oh, thank you…Noah. “ I whisper, an awkward silence falls over before Tim decides to come out of his room.
“ Good morning Em, who is this man? “ He asks, scared as to why I have a grown-up man in my house. Morty has made him afraid of grownup men. He feels intimidated.
“ Come here, he isn’t one of the bad men. He is my friend. “ I lie, he actually is one of the bad men, at least in my mind but Tim doesn’t need to know that.
“ Hello, my name is Timothy. “ Tim extends his hands for a handshake.
Noah forwards his hand in return with a smile.
“ Hey buddy, my name is Noah. “ He introduces himself.
“ You’re not a bad man, are you? “ Tim questions innocently. My eyes go wide at that.
“ No, he isn’t let’s get you to breakfast, Tim. “ I pick Tim and drop him at the still in the kitchen counter.
“ What was that about? “ Noah asks.
“ Oh, nothing. He was just talking about his nightmares. “ I brush it off.
“ I’ll leave then. “ He says.
“ Yeah, you should. “ I reply unknowingly.
“ You want me to leave that badly? What an ungrateful woman. “ Noah scoffs and leave. God, did I upset him again. He is so hard to manage.
I make breakfast for Tim and me.
“ Stay out of the kitchen, call me if something happens. “ I advise before leaving.
I reach the office on time thankfully and I remember very well not to use the private lift. It’s such a huge office building so the lifts are always in use. I have to wait for my turn.
Just then, a woman probably in her late twenties emerges. She is wearing a peach-colored silk dress that is backless. The dress does justice to her body. I mean look at her, she looks like a goddess.
She must be one of the employees for her to come this early.
She walks straight, ignoring the line, and towards the private elevator. Doing the same mistake I did.
“ Oh don’t use that elevator. That is Mr. Noah’s private elevator. “ I reply with a smile.
“ Oh is it? I didn’t know. “ She replies back.
She then backs off and takes the other elevator with me.
“ You must be new. As for advice from me to you, stay away from the boss. He is mean and grumpy. “ I whisper as if a secret.
She looks at me and chuckles.
“ Thank you, but I already know him. In fact, no one can know Noah more than me. “ She mutters.
What is that supposed to mean? Anyways the lift finally stops and we both walk towards Mr. Noah’s office.
The woman walks in first.
“ Hey, long time no see. “ The woman greets, but before she can say anything further I butt in.
“ Noah, about morning I didn’t mean to say that. I mean it did seem a little impolite to not ask you to stay but I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. “ I apologize.
Though he doesn’t seem to listen to me. His eyes are fixed on the woman. Am I interrupting something?
“ You’re busy Noah, I guess I’ll leave. “ The woman says with an ironic smile.
“ No, I’m not Sophia. She is just my secretary. Emma gets out. “ Noah orders sternly. Well, that was rude. I thought we were building a connection.
Wanting to say something, I still close my mouth and move out.
“ I can never be busy for you Sophia and you know that. “ Is the last thing I hear Noah say.
The bell rings, and that means I am called to the office.
“ Fetch a coffee for Sophia. “ Noah orders.
“ I’ll just make one. “ I reply not making eye contact, internally rolling my eyes at him.
“ I asked you to fetch it from the restaurant not make one Emma. “ He says sternly.
“ My legs hurt. “ I give an excuse.
“ Emma stop fucking annoying me and did you tell Sophia to not use the private elevator. “ He asks angrily.
“ I did. “ I reply back with attitude. I mean Sophia didn’t die now did she?
“ Let me tell you one thing Emma, you do not make the rules here, I do. So next time you open that mouth of yours, know who owns this place. Apologize to Sophia now. “ He orders.
“ Noah I didn’t know if she was allowed to use the elevator. It’s a harmless mistake. “ I reply with the same attitude. Who is this Sophia anyways?
“ It’s Mr. Enrique, you're supposed to call me that in my office Emma. Say sorry and then fetch us a coffee. I don’t have all day and neither does Sophia. People have work to do unlike you. “ He scolds.
“ I’m not apologizing and I’m not fetching you coffee. “ With that said, I storm out.
Mr. Enrique comes out for me. He rigidly grabs me by my arms and manhandles me.
“ Ow, you’re hurting my arm. “ I cry out in pain. He is twisting my arm in an awful manner.
“ Are you forgetting I fucking own this place and you too? So stop fucking acting like a brat and get your shit straight. If you wanna act like a bitch then I’ll treat you like a bitch. “ He thunders, angry that I didn’t apologize to his precious Sophia.
He finally lets go of my arm but grabs my jaw roughly instead.
“ Now be a good girl and do as I say. “ He says in a dangerously low voice. Putting immense pressure on my jaw.