Chapter 37: Chapter: 37

ANDREA

Nicklaus got out of bed and took his laptop from Logan, who was just coming back from his errand. He opened the laptop, tapped it for a few seconds, then turned towards me, snagged my hair with his empty hand, and shoved my face into the video playing on his laptop.

I whimpered and stilled in the middle of the bed. My jaw dropped open when I saw my face on the screen, listening to the phone as Jules reminded me about the camera. I was extremely grateful there wasn't any audio, it meant he didn't hear me call his wife's name.

After a few seconds, the call ended. I walked out of the room and came back a few minutes later. Then the final blow. There was no denying it, the camera had it all.

The evidence was there; it shows that I did, in fact, hide the secret camera to record our intimate moments. I was caught, hooked, line, and sinker. My stomach sank, and I felt lightheaded.

“You'll answer all my questions, Andrea, if you know what's good for you.”

I nod my head frantically, my body trembling. I would answer his questions, but I won't put other people's lives in danger just to save mine.

Jules has been so good to me, I can't just shove her under the bus. I'm indebted to her. And I'm not one to betray people who have been good to me.

Nick moved away from me, trying to get off the bed. That's when he froze. I was so relieved that he'd gotten out of my face that I didn't notice he'd stop moving until I pried my eyes open.

My eyes followed his gaze and fell on the bloodstain in the middle of the bedsheets. My cheeks heated with embarrassment and remembrance. Nick raised his head and looked at me.

And for a brief moment, his eyes darken and become hooded, but immediately, that blank stare replaces it. His eyes turned cold and calculating.

He bunched up the sheets and handed them to Logan, who obediently took them and got out of the room.

“You, Andrea, are something else. You gave up your virginity in the hopes of getting what? Rich? I really must commend you on your originality.

Tell me what your plan was? Were you intending to scream rape after you left here? Maybe tell the authorities or media that I'd forced myself on you? File a lawsuit? Or did you want to use the video to blackmail me for the rest of my life?"

I couldn't say anything to defend myself; I knew it was futile. What could I possibly say? Even though that wasn't why I was here, Nick would never believe me. Is my real reason for doing this any better than what I'm accused of? No! I don't think it is.

I didn't answer. Nick knew I couldn't; he went back to the bar to pour another glass of Scotch, drink, and stare at me contemplatively.

A few minutes went by while I silently sobbed and shook with fright, thinking of what was going to happen to me. Nick, on the other hand, drank his scotch in cold silence.

Sometimes later, after what felt like forever but was probably a few minutes, Logan appears, accompanied by a pretty blonde female doctor.

Who looks at Nick like he hung the moon, and didn't even acknowledge me until Nick told her to check up on me. Logan had already left after he'd shown her in.

She'd asked me a few questions about whether or not I'm on the pill, etc., then she'd shoved her gloved hand down my sore privates while Nick watched me wince and bite my lips as tears welled up in my eyes.

I refused to let them spill over; the sadistic bitch wasn't even trying to be gentle. It's like she's angry I got to sleep with Nick, and she didn't. I realized this because of how softly she spoke to him. It's obvious she has a massive crush on him.

She finally took my blood and provided me with after-morning pills, then left. I covered up my body with the blankets and waited until Logan came back up from where he had gone.

Then came the questioning time. I was sitting on the bed, Nick sat across on the high back chair, Logan was in the corner, standing behind him as he glared daggers at me.

Nick watched as Logan questioned me, asking a hundred questions repeatedly, trying to find out whether I was lying or would later change an earlier answer to a previous question. But my answers were the same.

“Andrea, you must think I'm stupid to believe that bullshit story. I know you are not telling the truth. You are such a horrible liar. I could hear the lies dripping from your voice.

I've given you a chance to come clean, but you've wasted my time when I could be doing something more productive. I think you need time to think.” I'd told him I just wanted proof of our times together, but they didn't.

Before I knew what was going on, Logan had descended on me. He pinned me down and yanked both my hands, then pinned them down with his knees behind my back. I was panicking.

“No! Please wait, Nick! Don't do this! please! I'm telling you the truth! Please, I'm so sorry.”

He just looked at me coldly, then got out of the room. I screamed and struggled trying to free myself, but Logan was like a fucking building, pinning me down. I was no match for him.

He used a zip tie to bind my hands together, then he slapped duct tape over my mouth, shutting me off.

He was fast and didn't utter a single word. I couldn't even see his face, so I couldn't beg him or appeal to his conscience, if he had one. But as he turned to lift me up, I knew I was wrong to think Logan could let me go.

His eyes were dead; there were no other words for it. He didn't have any mercy for me. He's a guard dog, nothing more.

My legs were tied up with a zip tie. He wrapped me up inside the bedsheets I'd been covering my body with, then carried me into Nick's en-suite bathroom, where he deposited me into the bathtub. Then he just left. I sat wide-eyed, tears streaming down my face.