I woke up in the huge room back at the Hernandez house. It had almost felt like a dream, but the pain in my head reminded me of the incidence at the club. Why did Maximo say those things to me? Why did he choke me? Why did he bash my head into the wall? What the hell were his intentions?! I sat up, noticing I was naked. Oh God. I had no idea what happened. I glanced around the room; I saw James sitting in the chair by the hutch.
“James?”
“Yes, baby.”
“What happened? Where did you go? Where did they take you? How did I end up here?” I had so many questions. He sat stiffly across the room. He finally walked over to the bed and pulled me into a tight hug.
“When they pulled me off you at the club, they took me to a private room and beat me. Asking me questions about you.”
“Questions about me? Like what?” I responded confused.
“Everything.” He responded coolly. “You have attracted the attention of Maximo, Fallon. He wants you for himself.”
“Oh.” I responded, remembering him telling me at the club I was his. “What else happened?” I asked, noticing him wincing as I hugged his chest tightly.
“They beat the shit out of me, then Maximo showed up and told me to stay away from you.”
“Stay away from me? Why does he even care?”
“He wants you to himself, Fallon. He told me he would kill me if I ever laid a finger on you again.”
I was so mad. I jumped up out of bed and put on a robe. I opened the door and walked around the house trying it find Maximo’s room. I opened several doors that were cleaning closets, a bathroom, an office, and finally found a large wooden door down the hall from my room. I opened the door to a dark room. The floor was a light-colored marble, but the walls were a dark color, the bedding was emerald in color just like the curtains, the bathroom had white floors with black tile walls, a black shower, and stool in the a water closet, similar to the setup of my room. But he was nowhere to be found.
Irritated, I walked down to the kitchen to get a drink. It was 3am. It was dark in the house, lifeless. I passed the windows that lead out to the patio with the pool, and that’s when I saw him. He was staring down at the beach, smoke a cigarette. I boldly opened the doors. “You have a lot of nerve assaulting James like you did!” I yelled at him. I saw his shoulders tense. He turned around with a dangerous smile across his face.
“I see you had to come look for me in the middle of the night, mi amore.”
I spat, “How dare you think you own me!” He took a step towards me, I took a step back, nervous, he matched every one of my steps. His strides were longer than mine and he eventually had me back against the door. He pressed his body against mine, burying his nose in my neck. I stood there stiff. He pulled my chin so I would look up at him, I tried to get out of his grip, but he held me tight.
“I do own you and you are mine. No one can touch you but me.” He smiled evilly. Then he forced a kiss on me. He kissed me hard and longingly. His hands ran over my body, ravishing my soft skin. He untied my robe and pulled it apart, exposing my naked body. I sucked a deep breath in and turned my head away from him.
“Let me go.” I pleaded.
“No.” He stated wildly. “You are mine and you will not be shy of your body around me.”
I wasn’t shy of my body, but he made me feel naked in a way that you’d be in front of thousands of people. He made me feel vulnerable, something no man has ever made me feel. He let go, he could see I was in my head. He turned around and quickly stated, “Go, get away from me.” I pulled my robe back to normal and ran in the house. Shocked by what had just happened. He wanted me so deeply but retorted when I didn’t play into his fantasy? God, I cannot wait for these next few days to be over so I can go home and forget this ever happened.