Ashley's face shriveled in her sleep when his strong palm grabbed her neck, shoving her to the nearest wall and pinning her to it..
"P-p-please" she gasped for air as his strong palm ferociously dug deeper into her neck skin, severely choking her.
"How many times do I have to tell you!" He barked, his face bearing every epitome of anger. "You. only. obey. My. Words!" With each syllable, he shoved her deeper into the wall.
She made gruffly sounds, the stupendous force of his grip ravaging her words.
She nodded instead, since words failed her.
His eyes blared massive hatred at her and with every second, she felt life seeping away from her as she constantly zoned in and out of consciousness.
She was scared, beyond measures and words.
One thing she knows about this hellish man is that he derives unspoken joy in her helplessness.
What was she thinking disobeying him?.
When he finally let her go as she clinged tightly to the last piece of life within her tortured body, he flung her very hard to the bed, her elbow made contact with the headrest, pain tearing at the place.
Coughing greatly and inhaling as much air as she could, she tended to the hurting skin on her neck; thick red lines forming a ring around it.
From the corner of her eyes, she sight him undoing his belt with such a rush of anger. If he could, he wouldn't have thought twice before tearing it off himself.
He tore the trouser off his body and from his underwear, she could see the heavy bulge sticking out of it.
Fear gripped her at the sight and even more when expectation dawned on her.
She knew what was coming next.
It isn't the first time but again, she didn't want a repetition.
She caught sight of a pen-knife just as he grabbed her roughly by her hair until she was helpless under his manipulative body. Bending her over in one swift move, he tore off her lower garment and worked on taking his off.
Subconsciously, she grasped the knife when he busied himself with relieving his manh*od from it's confinement and without a second thought, she waved the knife on his body, slicing him deeply at his lower region.
..
Her eyes flung open, a horrifying look dwelling in them.
She relaxed, sighing in relief.
"Someone finally decides to wake up" Ashley tilt her head sideways to see Brittany, applying her lip gloss and fully dressed.
Sparingly her gaze dart to her alarm clock and a loud gasp flew from her mouth.
"Holy f*ck!" Her eyes widen as she yank the duvet off her carelessly. "Why didn't you wake me up, Brit?" She inquired with a grimace on her face.
"If your blaring alarm couldn't, how could I?" Brittany answered with a shrug.
"Oh fuck you" Ashley snickered and gestured her middle finger at her.
*And fuck the crazy memory!* She added thoughtfully, dashing to the bathroom.
"I'm leaving!" Brittany informed her from the designated living room..
Brittany glanced at the time as she walked out, it was few minutes past twelve and each ticking of the clock reminded her just how late she was.
Flinging her wardrobe door open, she took out the neatly hung green mini Versace dress she picked out yesterday.
One less work for her.
She freshened up in a haste and pulled the dress on, it seemed more like a cape to her but with a few net coverings.
Styling her hair into a tight bun, she sat down to apply her make up.
Twenty minutes elapsed and she was all set. Wounding a coat around the dress, she walked out.
The cold dawn air lushing at the naked part of her skin.
Shivering slightly, she hailed a cab and hopped into it.
"Sapphire Haven" she gave her destination to the cabbie and he started driving immediately.
Ashley wasn't surprised when he didn't ask her for direction or an address; the club is one of the most popular in the city and it is where she has chosen to work tonight.
...
Vincent Lorenzo downed the remaining content in the glass.
Savouring the peach flavored taste, he stared at his phone screen when it began ringing again.
Cussing, he picked it up.
"Yes?" he growled.
"Vince? Have you intentionally been ignoring my call?" Tricia, his ex girlfriend inquired from the other end.
"Yes" Vincent blatantly answered.
She sighed. "Your honesty is very mean" she mumbled to him. "Anyways, when are you returning?"
"What is it to you?" He replied her.
"Noth- wait! Are you in a club?" She asked .
"Yes and I need full concentration, so I do not want disturbance, especially from you" he said and ended the call.
Full concentration in a club? He smirked at his words.
At least it made her stop calling.
He opened his wallet and stretched out money to the bartender.
"Sunset rum" Vince ordered and as the bartender began filling his glass for him, he looked around the club.
There was girls.
A lot of them but none for his fit.
Not that it mattered to him though considering his motive but he wants his offspring to be impeccably good looking, hence the requirement for a beautiful lady, not just sexy but purely beautiful and one that wouldn't seek commitment after their brief entanglement.
A beautiful stranger. The one he had in mind.
He only wants a child. Just one child was enough to settle the longing in his chest.
Not a wife, not a long term relationship, just a lady that will bear him a child and be willing to let go without any struggle.
Of course, he is willing to pay for it.
Roaming, his gaze caught the door to the club opening and she walked in with so much perfection, her stilleto heels marching the floor in rhyme with her body movement.
Somehow he couldn't bring himself to look away, she was alluringly beautiful.
He wasn't concerned about her outfit or appearance, he was only satisfied with her facial beauty that matches up to his exact requirement.
He has waited long enough for her.
Concurrently, their gaze met and she smiled at him. Amidst the other guys gawking at her, she began walking towards him.
Tearing his gaze off, he turned to the pub and picked up his drink, mentally calculating how long it'll take for her to arrive at his table.
"Drinking alone?"
Her voice was a pure feminine haven.
She sat on the chair beside him, adjusting it very close to him.
He stared at her. Up close, she was just as his imagination.
He gave her a Curt nod and drew the glass to his lips, ready to chug down the liquid when she took it from him.
Her skin resting on his for a brief moment. catching the look on his face, she took the cup from him.
"Ladies first" she smiled lopsidedly at him and without warning, emptied the content into her mouth.
He watched her struggle with the taste for a second, her face curling into a deep grimace. It wiped off just as soon as it appeared but he didn't miss the discomfort in her face as she tried to overshadow the intoxication .
She's not a heavy drinker, he mentally noted.
"It's rum" she looked up when he finally spoke. "Contains about eighty-four percent of alcohol" he informed.
"Oh.." she nodded, her smile still maintained despite the funny feeling. "So, why are you drinking here all alone?" She asked him.
"Well, you're drinking with me now, so I'm not alone" he answered, causing her smile to deepen.
"How about we cut the formalities and I show you some good time in a.. private place?" She shrugged, whispering seductively into his ear. "Just for a little price" she added sultrily.
He noticed she didn't make any move to touch him, unlike the rest but her gaze actioned it all.
"How about a raw good time? Something probably different from what you've had" he said. "For a triple price?" He added when she grimaced at his words.
"Different?" She repeated and he nodded. "How so?"
Vincent smirked. "It could get you pregnant"
..
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