LIA POV
The moment I saw the lady at Greg’s apartment, I got extremely jealous. It had never been in my dictionary. I never had the reason to get jealous. I had accepted my fate as a sex slave for the Richardson men but all of a sudden, I could feel all my missing emotions - love, jealousy, and happiness. You can't imagine the joy I felt when he assured me that I was the only woman for him. We even shared a kiss! It was wonderful, it felt like heaven. However, I had to stop us from smooching because I was scared. What if our kiss got out of hand and he wanted something more?
I could not handle having sex with another man when I had not confirmed his true intentions. To be honest, it was the glaring truth that Greg loved me deeply. He never hid it. However, I still needed assurance. I'd been through a lot to fall at any man's feet because I developed feelings for him.
Within the next four days, Greg showed me the true meaning of friendship and companionship. He was always ready to listen to what I had to say. He'd prepare meals for me and invite me over to play video games just so I could smile. He even taught me a thing or two about self-defence. He was the best thing that's happened to me since I lost my mother. Despite being an introvert with several social skills deficit, he tried getting me out into the world to mingle with people just like I had done while we visited the mall.
“I feel like everyone's eyes is on me. We should probably leave,’ I said, feeling self- conscious.
“It’s just a feeling. Everyone's minding their business and you should,” Greg responded. “Besides, I'm here with you,” he replied, grabbing my hands as we walked through the stores. While we chatted, I sighted a dress that caught my fancy and we went into the shop to get it. While I tried it on, a call came in on Greg's phone.
“Sorry babe, I've got to take this call. Here's my card,” he said, dropping his card with me while he dashed out of the shop. Weird! It was just a phone call but who knows, he might have a situation like mine. I got into the dress and it met my expectation. After making payment at the shop, I stepped out but could not sight Greg anywhere near. I called his contact number but I could not get through to him. He'd have lots of explaining to do when he shows up, I thought and smiled at my new found joy in waiting on someone - not just anyone but my lover. It was weird but I loved it anyways. While I dazzled in the delight of love life, I heard a familiar male voice behind me.
“What a surprise to see you here. I could tell the minute I saw your back view that it was you.”
I turned instantly to face Fred Richardson, the man that destroyed my life. My heart beat rapidly with my eyes searching my environ for Greg. He must never meet Fred and I had not informed Greg that I was a slut for my family.
“I — What —” I stuttered while he gawked at me then let out a laugh.
“How nice of you to ditch me the previous day. I guess you've been getting your hands pretty full,” he said then drew so close to me. Anyone would think he was my husband with such closeness. I gulped in saliva then stared at me feet. What was I supposed to say? I had been spending quite the time with Greg to think about the repercussions of my actions. Now, I'm starting to realize the gravity of my disobedience. I'd give anything as long as I could protect Greg from them. I loved him so much than I could describe.
“It's not what you think,” I said, struggling to come up with words to say.
“Oh! What do I think?” he said and I could feel his breath on my neck.
“You shouldn't be doing this out here,” I replied, paralyzed to the spot. I could not stop my mind from running wild. What if Greg saw us together that way? It would be so disastrous.
Unexpectedly, he tightened his grip on my wrist and I winced in pain. “You don't get to tell me what to do outside,” he said with his usual hoarse voice which always scared the shit out of me.
“I'm sorry. I'd recruit what I did wrong,” I whispered.
“What did you do wrong?” he asked.
“I — I didn't show up at the house,” I replied.
“So what will you do about it?” he asked with his grip still firmly on my wrist.
“Can you just let go or I'll scream right here?” I threatened even though my voice was laced with fear.
“Is that a threat?” he asked and even though he wore a smile, his face was painted with anger.
“It's simply a warning. We could have this discussion without you having to break my wrist,” I replied. He dropped my hand then looked into my eyes while I avoided his.
“Look at me this instant!” he ordered, raising his voice. It scared the shit out of me because I felt passers-by would notice his disposition. I raised my face instantly and we looked into each other's eyes as if it was a staring contest.
“I do not need to remind you of what would happen if you go against my orders. I'll ruin your life till there are no pieces to put back together. You know I have the resources so it's best that you go back to being the agreeable girl that you've always been. Don't be fooled by anyone. No one can save you from me,” he said, licking his lips as his eyes scanned my entire body. He was totally lusting after me as if he had not had enough of torturing me.
“You can send me a message to inform you about your availability,” I finally said like a whore. I needed a rainbow to break the storm inside of me. I felt dirty as I said those words.
“I don't need your permission. Expected my message soon. I don't want any disappointment from your end. I was a bit nice the last time. I won't be next time. You might be surprised to find your nude pictures or sex tapes all over the place so thread carefully, he whispered in my ears then without a warning, kissed my cheeks and walked away. I stuck on that spot. I hated myself once more. All the happiness I felt while shopping vanished. I felt empty.
“Who the hell was that?” I heard another familiar voice ask. This time, it was one that I always love to hear but I was scared instead. Did he just see Fred?