“Umm, no thanks. I’ll wait for you here.” I trusted Melvin, but I wanted to take this slow. One of my mom’s rules was to never give up until you had a ring or had at least gotten something out of the deal. A man wasn’t gonna buy something he could get for free.
I was all for a quick romp in the sack, but I had too much riding on this. There was nothing upstairs but bedrooms. One’s in which he could get me out of my panties. Melvin was too damn fine. Not a risk of was willing to take.
I leaned on the wall and sipped my drink while I waited for him to return.
Twenty minutes ticked by before Melvin reappeared. He tapped my shoulder, scaring the crap of me yet again. “All set. Ready to go?”
I nodded and pushed off of the wall then immediately fell back against it.
Melvin’s brows knitted together as he looked me over. “You okay?”
I held my head trying to make the room stop spinning.
He took my hand and helped me to stand. “Why don’t I get you home? You might be coming down with something.”
Warning bells sounded in my head, screaming for me to get away as fast as possible. Only my body wouldn’t obey. I tried to pull out of Melvin’s hold but my arms seemed to have stopped working. Apparently so had my legs because I was practically being dragged.
My eyes darted around the dimly lit room, begging for someone, anyone to help me. I attempted to speak but my words disobeyed me, sounding incoherent and slurred.
Melvin smiled again before the world faded around me.
~ ♥ ~
My eyes drifted open then closed. I’d caught a glimpse of a dingy ceiling but nothing more. Where was I?
I opened my eyes again and blinked a few times. My head lulled to the left and I was met with a set of very sharp teeth. I screamed and bolted straight up, then scurried onto the back of the couch I’d been lying on.
The huge Rottweiler released a low growl then lifted its front legs onto the couch and started to bark.
“Help!”
A whistle came from my left followed by a deep voice. “Down, Killa!”
The dog obeyed and sat back on its haunches.
Its master, some freakishly large, angry looking dude looked up at me. “She’s good now. You just scared her.”
I scared her?
“Where am I? Where’s Melvin?”
I stayed glued to my spot and looked around the tiny apartment for a weapon. The lamp on the end table looked promising but Baby Hulk stood next to it.
“Come on, lemme help you down.”
I shook my head wildly, backing away further and screaming at him to get away from me. “Help! Somebody, help!” I prayed the walls were thin enough for someone to hear me.
My heart thundered in my chest. Where the hell was Melvin? The last thing I remembered was us leaving dinner. Whatever happened between then and now was a mystery. All I knew is that apparently I’d been kidnapped by some crazy looking thug who was going to rape me, kill me, or both. He’d probably dispose of my body by ordering that horse to eat me.
My eyes darted to the door, calculating if I could make it past my abductor. I’d need to distract him first. “Where is Melvin?” I demanded again.
Another voice came from behind him; this one was husker in quality. “My guess is laid up in a hospital somewhere, seeing that I broke his face.”
My potential killer moved to the side and a familiar face came into view. “Benji!” I slid against the wall until I reached the end of the sofa then literally leapt into his arms. I wrapped my limbs around his neck and waist, squeezing him tight.
He chuckled near my ear and hugged me back. “It’s okay, Cam. You’re safe now.” Protective arms surrounded me and my heart rate finally slowed.
Leaning my head back, I looked at his smiling face.
He licked his lips and winked at me. “This is nice.”
Reality hit me in an instant. I was in the arms of Benjamin Creed, the most perverted guy on the planet. Not only that, but my legs were wrapped around him, and I was wearing a dress.
I pushed away from him and slid to the floor. My thigh brushed something hard on the way down and I had to refrain from punching him.
He just chuckled again, and crossed his arms. “You good now?”
I corrected my skirt and frowned up at him. “Yes. I mean, no. No. I’m not good where the hell am I and how did I get here?”
His smile faltered and he ran his tongue along the inside of jaw. The hardened look in his eyes made me take a step back. “You need to be more selective of the company you keep.”
My hand went to my hip instinctively. “Excuse me?”
“Your boy, Melvin. He drugged you.”
“W-what. No. We went to dinner and–”
“And you can’t remember anything, right? I found you being pulled out of a car in front of an abandoned house not too far from here. You were knocked out cold and dude clearly had ill intentions.”
The air left my lungs and I stumbled backwards.
Benji caught me then led me back to the couch to sit.
“He–he–”
“Don’t worry, I caught him before he had a chance to hurt you.” He reached over and took my hand. His knuckles were split open in a few places.
For a minute all I could do was stare at them, then I snatched away and stood. “No.” Nausea swept over me, and my head swam a bit. “I’ve been seeing him for two weeks. I’ve been to his dorm. What if he– What if he’s done this to me before? What if he’s...raped me before?”
Benji stood and pulled me into his arms. There was a tone in his voice I’d never heard from him before as he spoke. “Then I’ll kill him.”
I gripped the front of his shirt, my tears soaking the fabric. I couldn’t believe I’d been so naïve. I’d trusted the devil. Melvin had always been so nice. I’d never suspected him to be anything but the dashing heir.
My chest heaved when I thought about him doing such a disgustingly awful thing to me and me being none the wiser.
~ ♥ ~
Benji pulled up in front of my dorm then cut off the ignition. When his hand touched mine, I flinched. He gave it a gentle squeeze before speaking. “I doubt he’s ever done anything before.”
I turned and searched his face. “What makes you so sure?”
“If he had, what would be his reasoning for taking you so far from home this time? Why not just do it in the dorm again?”
His logic made sense, but it didn’t stop me from being shaken to the core.
I nodded, praying he was right. “Are you coming in?”
“Nah, and I’d appreciate it if you kept my whereabouts between us. I’m trying to be ghost right now and I don’t need anybody coming to find me.”
“Benji, everyone is worried about you. Why’d you disappear like that?”
He gave me a blank stare then shook his head. “I just need some space.”
“When are you coming back?”
His reply was a shrug.
“Okay. I guess I’ll see you when I see you then.”
He leaned his head on his seat and looked at me. The sun caught his blue eyes, making them sparkle. That ray of light was the only thing that brightened them. Pain was evident on his face. It was clear whatever he was going through was wearing on him, and I knew it wasn’t just Mrs. Adams’ passing. No, this look had been there for a while, I just hadn’t ever cared enough to consider that he too was just putting on a show.
The Benji I looked at now, the one who’d come to my rescue, couldn’t be the same one I’d gotten to know over the months. The one who disrespected women on a daily basis, and made bedding them a game. There had to be something deeper there, or maybe his heroic act made me want to believe there was.
I reached over and pulled his arm until he faced me, then leaned over and hugged him. “Thank you.”
He let out a chuckle. “Don’t go getting soft on me, Cammie. You know your attitude turns me on.”
I smacked his shoulder
and pulled away. “I hate you.”
“Good.”
After saying our goodbyes, I stood on the sidewalk watching Benji drive away and wondering if I’d ever see him again.
When he was but a speck in the distance, I turned and made my way to my dorm. I still had no recollection of the last few hours, but if the events had taught me anything, it was that I was in serious need of a break from men.
Chapter Five
~ Benji ~
I threw the worn tennis ball across the room again and Killa raced after it, wagging her tail. I sat on bended knees and waited for her to bring it back. She placed it in my open palm then sat back on her haunches, eager for me to throw it again.
Instead I sat it down beside me and patted my thigh. “Hug.”
She lifted her paws to my shoulders then laid her head beside mine.
Over the past two weeks at Isaac’s I’d been training her. He and his sister were both surprised at what a quick study she was. Apparently they’d tried and failed.
I returned the hug and rubbed her back. “Good girl. Now go get the remote, Daddy wants to watch TV.” I laid on the floor with my hands behind my head and watched her pick it up from the coffee table.
After putting it on my stomach, she laid her head on my chest and got comfortable. Playtime followed by a few episodes of one of our favorite shows had become our daily routine.
I scrolled through Netflix for something good, finally settling on Futurama. My hand rested on Killa’s back while I watched the show. I’m not sure why, but she had this weird effect on me. Something about her playful bark and warm head on my chest gave me peace. Something I wasn’t quite sure I’d ever experienced. Her presence even lessened my drinking. Whenever I did decide to leave, I’d have to come by to visit. I smiled to myself upon realizing Killa was the only girl I’d ever loved.
“You just stole my dog.”
I looked past Killa to see Katara standing in the entrance of the hall with her arms folded.
“Don’t be mad ‘cause she likes me more.”
She smacked her lips and pushed off the wall. “Does not.”
“Really? Then why does she sleep next to the sofa with me instead of in your room?”
Silence greeted me, followed by an eye roll. “Whatever.” She sashayed over to me then sat down right next to my head with her legs crossed. Her white yoga pants hugged her curves and made it painfully obvious that she wore no panties.
My gaze lingered on the indentation between her thighs for a moment before moving to her face, which once again held a smirk. I turned my head back toward the TV and squeezed my eyes shut. Off limits, Benj.
A second later I felt Katara playing in my hair. “Maybe she just likes sexy guys.”
Don’t do it, Benj. I stayed silent and tried to focus on what Leela was saying to Fry.
Katara continued to run her hand through it, twisting one of my curls around her finger. “Your hair is so soft.”
“Thanks.” I really wished she’d keep her hands to herself. The image of that fat kitty was impossible to erase and I was about to be standing at attention in a couple more seconds.
“You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”
My head whipped toward her so fast I nearly pulled a muscle. That pain was quickly forgotten with the face full of cleavage that greeted me.
She moved to her knees and patted Killa’s back. “Go to bed, girl.”
Killa obliged, standing to her feet then sulking toward the back of the apartment.
Katara took the remote and switched the TV to some music video channel, which was coincidently playing Nicki Minaj’s, Anaconda.
She sat the remote down then straddled my chest with her back facing me.
“Girl, whatchu doin’, tryna get me killed?”
She giggled then leaned forward a bit making her ass looked more prominent. “Isaac is working late, so he won’t be home for a long, long time.”
My hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they reached out to take two handfuls of her ass.
She looked over her shoulder and smirked at me. “I knew you wanted it.”
Squinting my eyes, I took a long look at her. “How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
My gaze moved back down to her round ass. “This shit is wrong.” Despite my words my hands continued to knead the soft flesh, and then moved between her legs to give that area some attention as well.
Katara slid her hand into my shorts and let out a small gasp. “Damn boy.”
Laughter shook my chest. “They call me Big Ben for a reason.”
She freed me from my shorts and ran her hand up and down my shaft. “Well, I think Big Ben likes danger.” Her body leaned forward and seconds later warmth surrounded me.
I buried my face in the crook of my arm and groaned. “Fuuuuck.”
She had mad skills, and I must’ve had a death wish because I ignored the warning my brain was screaming at me. I found myself trying to justify the situation. It wasn’t my fault. I’d kept my word to Isaac, hadn’t touched the girl despite her constantly switching past me in tight pants, booty shorts, and low cut shirts.
She’d come on to me and knew exactly what she was doing. Playing Miss Innocent when her brother was around and winking at me whenever he turned his back.
The door slammed, and Katara bolted up straight.
“What the fuck?”
“Isaac! I thought you were working late.”
He didn’t even glance at her. Instead that murderous stare that I’d been greeted with two weeks ago was fixed on me. The floor shook as he marched toward us.
Katara scrambled off me and put some distance between us.
I barely had time to put my dick away before I was lifted from the floor and slammed against a wall.
“What the fuck did I say to you Benji?” His fist slammed into my side. “Didn’t I tell you not to fucking touch her?”
I set my jaw hard and braced for the next hit. “I didn’t.”
“Oh now you gone fuckin’ lie to my face?”
“She climbed on top of me. Don’t blame me ‘cause ya sister’s a ho–”
A white light flashed across my vision and the next thing I knew I was on my back.
Isaac’s fist flew towards my face, this time connecting with my jaw, and then my lip, and then my eye again.
Killa started barking somewhere in the distance, each one drawing closer.
Isaac’s fists stopped and he yelled out. “Arggh. She fuckin’ bit me.”
His weight lifted from me and second later Killa’s warm breath was on my face.
She lapped at my wounds and whined in my ear.
I flinched at the wetness mixed with pain. “What’d I tell you about that shit?”
She paid me no mind and continued what she was doing.
I was lifted again, this time shoved out the door.
Killa tried to follow but Isaac blocked her with his leg. “Get back.” He scowled and shoved a finger in my direction. “If I see yo’ ass in my hood again, you’re dead.”
The slam of the door echoed through the small complex.
I slid down the wall and spit the blood from my mouth. I wasn’t concerned about my fallout with Isaac or even where I would lay my head next. My thoughts were focused on Killa and never seeing her again.
Five minutes passed before the door opened again. A tan boot came flying at my head, followed by another. I ducked just before they banged against the wall above me. Isaac gave me one last scowl then slammed the door again.
I looked in my rearview mirror with a grimace. My eye throbbed and was already starting to swell, so was my lip. I moved my jaw from side to side, checking to see if anything was broken.
Reaching in the passenger seat, I grabbed my clothes that Isaac had thrown out the door as soon as I’d stood to leave. I’d still heard Killa whining inside. I guess she was just as upset as I was about losing her best friend.
I finished fastening my belt, and then
flipped through the contact list in my phone. A total of three names stared back at me, none of which I could call. I tossed the phone next to me and leaned back in my seat, wishing I’d at least gotten to sample Katara’s kitty. At least then the ass whoopin’ would’ve been worth it.
~ ♥ ~
I jumped out of my sleep and sat up. I could’ve sworn I’d heard Killa barking. A week had passed since I’d been thrown out on my ass. With nowhere to go I’d driven a couple blocks over and parked in front of an abandoned house. My stomach grumbled and my head was still fuzzy from the night before. I’d been surviving on vodka and Slim Jims for the past few days and it was starting to take its toll.
I climbed out of the back seat on weak legs and stretched. Sleeping in a car was killing my back, along with the rest of my body. I leaned against the trunk, flicked my lighter a couple times, and then brought it to the tip of my joint. It couldn’t have been any later than eight in the morning but I had no fucks to give.
That familiar bark came again. It was distant but I was positive that it belonged Killa. It wasn’t her playful bark though, but the one that greeted strangers. I pushed away from the car and made my way toward the sound on foot. The bark grew louder and changed in pitch. I knew something was up when she added a growl.
I switched from a walk to a jog, hurrying to see what had her so upset. As I rounded the corner a gunshot rang out, stopping me in my tracks. A short distance away, a group of people stood on the opposite side of the street, Katara being one of them.
She screamed and dropped to her knees over a mound of black fur.
I started moving again, my legs carrying me as fast as they could. I stopped at the fast spreading pool of blood. Heat rose in my chest and my gaze lifted, stopping briefly at a hand holding a gun before continuing to the ugly mug of the owner of the weapon. “What the fuck did you do?”
“The bitch came at me.”
Red flashed in my vision and I stepped over Killa to get to him. “You shot my fuckin’ dog?”
He lifted the gun, aiming it at my heart. “Yeah, and you next, Pretty Boy if you don’t back the fuck up.”
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