Chapter 113 So Cold
“Isn’t that the exact words you’d already told me when you said you were done with Britt? And didn’t you say and I quote ‘Baby please! Just one more chance! You won’t regret it!’? Well, guess what James? I REGRET IT! I regret ever giving you a second chance. I regret trusting you with my heart. I regret thinking you were mature enough to change! I regret every damn thing!” I ranted to James later.
He took me and my sisters away from my bitch of an aunt, no questions asked. "Everly loved you, but I’m pretty sure she’d lock you in a cell herself and throw away the key because of the abuse you’ve put her children through."
He gave my sisters their own rooms. He even fired the maids that had been harassing my sisters!
“My FIANCE’s sisters have every right to use their rooms however they see fit!” I growl back. I am absolutely livid right now! Who the hell did they think they were? If Charlie wanted to make the whole room into a lab full of science experiments and Liv wanted to paint her whole damn room pink and sculpt her entire wall with glitter, then they can!... And since Liv and Charlie are going to be my little sisters and you can’t even handle that, you are both fired!"
And the way he made love to me... Hot, needy, full of devotion.
“That’s right little dancer... come for me,” he groaned...
It was enough to fool anyone. There were so many times when he was absolutely perfect! I swear I was blinded by the stars in my eyes.
But he broke my trust the second he brought another woman into his bed. As much as it fucking hurts, I don't know if I could ever look Rick in the face again. How could I ever believe him? How could I trust him again?
I close my eyes imagining things that could never be.
He promised to marry me.
I'm still wearing the ring. James never took it off. I don't know why I'm still wearing it... I just know it would kill me to remove it.
I could sell the thing and probably make a whole fucking months rent or more. I could hide if I was careful. Find a new place and a new job... runaway from all this shit that seems to follow me.
But I won't, because a small stubborn part of me still refuses to believe Rick would cheat on me, even if I saw it for my own eyes.
I think back to the moment I walked in on him. Even the memory of the bitch riding him makes me sick. I twist in discomfort, but I force myself to focus on the memory... I've got nothing better to do, and this is keeping me sane at the moment.
He really didn't seem himself. He was surprised to see me, but there was something else. He was confused. "Josie?" he blinked at me, like he couldn't believe his eyes.
I watched as he pushed the bitch off him and tried to get on his feet. But he was completely unsteady, and unable to even walk a straight line! Was he really that drunk?
Come to think of it, I've never seen him drunk, so how would I know? I know he drinks. I'm not stupid, but I've never seen him drunk.
I just have this funny feeling that something was off about him. “You don’t understand...” He slurred, looking so earnestly at me. “It’s not what it looks like...”
And maybe I don't understand. I was so hurt and angry. He fucking hurt me. Those beautiful eyes were begging me to see something that I couldn't.
I saw the tears in his eyes. I could see the fear plastered across his face. He was shaking from head to foot, holding his hands up like that would freeze the moment. Like he was begging me to wait.
I remember the words I hurled at him.
“You are just like James!” I was absolutely seething, seeing the man who claimed to be my fiance sleeping around with another woman. And that was the only thing I could think to say.
But I was fucking wrong. He is so much better than James, which is why I fell in love with him. Which was why I was willing to give him a chance after all the shit he pulled when I was younger.
"This... it wasn’t my fault,” he slurred again.
I'm not sure who to blame if it wasn't Rick. Maybe the slut? The... whatever the hell made him that fucking drunk?
But then again, this is not my fault. James just raped me, more than once, with a promise of more to come. I was his now... At least that's what he claims.
Come to think about it, it was fucking convenient that James showed up just when I was running away from Rick. It was like he expected me to come out right then.
My head is spinning. Maybe he was drugged?
Am I finally connecting the dots? Or was this all a coincidence? Maybe this whole damn this was a fucking set up and I fell right into the fucking trap?
I roll over and watch as the snow falls through the window. It should be peaceful. But all it does is send chills to my heart.
No one will find me. No one is looking for me. I left him. The best thing that has ever happened to me, and I left him.
"Josie," James chuckles as he enters the room, his dick up in the air. "I just can't get enough of your little pussy," he groans, stroking himself before me.
I don't look at him. I focus on the snow.
He crawls over my body and whispers in my ear, "You're so cold, baby. Don't worry, I'll warm you up!"
And once again he impales me, groaning in pleasure. "That's right baby... You feel so good... I'm going to fucking fill you with my seed and that bastard will never want you ever again..."