A few days had passed, five days to be exact, since Zhari was tied to the bed and teased to an almost orgasm and things in the Facinelli house were, let's say, on edge.
Kelly, every time she saw Zhari, glared at her and would mumble something incoherent under her breath. Not even three days ago did she out right call Zhari a bitch and Zhari, who was not a fan of being called a bitch in any form, hauled off and slapped the feeling out of her right cheek. Her face stung for hours, so you can safely assume she kept her words, especially the bitch word, either to herself or low enough for Zhari not to hear.
Well, she did everything she could to avoid him. Not for her sake, but for his. She was going to fuck him up, every chance she got, for the shit he pulled and until he let her go. She was not going to make a damn thing easy for him. Was she too violent? Fuck no. How the fuck was she supposed to act after being kidnapped? Was she supposed to fight him for a few days then once she sees how 'nice' he is, she's supposed to give in and like his stupid ass? Fuck no. Any sane person would fight until they could fight no more. Fight for their freedom. So, no, there was no such thing as too violent in this situation. If the only way to gain her freedom back is to fight and fight, then so fucking be it.
"You're avoiding me." His voice sounded behind her.
Zhari didn't bother to turn around as she stared out the bedroom window. She really needed to get the hell out of this house. She missed her family and friends. Besides, she was less than an inch close to killing him and his moronic wife.
"Answer me. Why are you avoiding me?" Chase asked, his voice closer than before.
"Kiss. My. Ass." She stated.
"I'd be happy to."
She could hear him moving closer and that prompt her to turn her head to the side enough to see him out of the corner of her eye. "Unless you want to get kicked in the balls again, I highly suggest you stay the fuck where you are."
"Well, unless you want to find yourself tied to the fucking bed again, completely naked this time, then I highly suggest you keep your damn feet on the floor." He said as he moved closer.
"Don't push me, Chase. You know I don't give a damn about your empty threats. As long as your dick doesn't touch any part of my body, kicking you in the balls will definitely be worth whatever the fuck you plan to do to me." She hissed before she turned her head completely to meet his gaze. "Please try me because I am itching to fuck you up again."
She watched his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
"Yeah, I didn't think so." She said and turned her attention back towards the window. "Now, what the hell do you want, other than why I am avoiding you?"
He swallowed again before moving to stand at the other window a few feet away from her. "I have a charity event to attend and I want you to join me."
Zhari scoffed and turned her head to meet his gaze head on.
"Are you high? Did you really just ask me that?" she asked with a dropped jaw.
He chuckled. "Yes, I did."
"If you want me to show my ass and treat the hell out of you in front of your friends and business associates, then hell yeah I'll go with you." She stated with a sinister smile. "I'd be honored to be your date."
His smile dropped and he took a few steps in her direction.
"You wouldn't dare." He hissed.
Zhari stepped closer, leaving barely enough space between them. "Do yourself a favor and just let me go. You and I both know that I will do everything in my power to not only embarrass you in front of all of your people, but I will also fuck you up."
Chase leaned into her. "What do you think I'm going to do to you if you do?"
She glared at him. "I swear to you if you pull that shit again, you better believe me when I say that I will make you regret it."
"How do you plan on doing that?" He asked.
"Pull that shit again and find out."
He stared at her for a moment before taking a step back. "I want you dressed and ready by eight."
"What part of 'If I go with you, I will fuck up your entire night' do you not understand?"
"You will behave yourself tonight, Ms. Jameson."
"Not if you force me to go with you to this charity event." She spat.
He took a big breath and stared her down. "If you do anything but smile and speak, nicely, to everyone, I will put a bullet in your friend Georgia."
Zhari's blood ran cold, but she didn't let her fear of losing her best friend show. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of showing him that his words affected her. So, she stepped to him, damn near putting them breast to chest.
"If you touch her, or anyone else I care about, I will slit your fucking throat, while you sleep, and watch you bleed to death."
"Then you better be dressed in a nice dress, and a new attitude, at eight." He said before he walked away from her and out of the room but not before she grabbed a nearby vase and threw it at the wall just beside his head.
He turned and looked at her. "Watch yourself, Ms. Jameson. I'd hate to have to fuck you up."
"Fuck you, you stupid son of a bitch!" She screamed at the door. "Fuck you!"