Work for the next week was nothing much a rush and high speed, everything I needed and loved. Work kept me so busy before everyone went on a small four day break for thanksgiving. It was already the end of the day and things finally began to slow down, I was starving being the fact I worked all through my supposed lunch break just to make sure I was on top of everything before leaving.
"Yvette, sweetie go home please. You took care of everything for me, thank you." Stephanie said from her office waving at me to shoo.
"Are you sure? I'm completely fine with helping with anything else you need." I said silently hoping she would give me something more to do, I didn't want to go home.
After the first in incident at the art gallery, things seemed to go back to normal but soon enough a two days later It all happened again.
***This time we had went out to dinner and he was on his phone the entire time and I found it rude and I politely said something.
Wrong move.
He has gave me a stoned look before he said under gritted teeth, "who do you think you are to question who I'm on the phone with? Your a girlfriend not a wife, thank goodness too. You keep eating how your eating I'll never find a ring to fit around your pork fingers."
That hurt me so badly, worst then what he did to me in the bathroom. I lost my appetite immediately and the dinner was ruined for us both. The drive home was even worst when I found myself crying and he just looked over at me unbothered by my tears. The moment he parked the car I literally ran out and up to the apartment and I closed myself into the bathroom and i cried silently to myself some more. He never bothered to come upstairs.
That night he came home drunk. He made no attempt to even be silent, he knocked things over and stumbled into bed next to me. I smelled the drinks he had, I tried not to move in fear of what he might do drunk. He turned over and threw his arm over my body and tried to pull me closer to him.
I stiffened.
He didn't notice.
He buried his face into my wild curly hair, taking a deep breath in.
"I fucking love you Yvette. I'm sorry baby."
He said slurring his words.
I didn't say anything, I felt the tears fighting to escape.
Then in seconds I heard the low snores. ***
"No, you did everything for me already. Thank you, now go home and enjoy yourself for the holiday."
My boss said snapping me out of my thoughts.
Thanksgiving.
I stopped celebrating these holidays after my mother passed away. I didn't have family, just friends and everyone I knew was going back home for the weekend.
I was alone.
With my boyfriend.
I shuttered at the thought.
I called my best friend, I needed to hear a familiar voice.
Rose was my closest thing to a sister I had, we met because of our undying love for maroon 5, songs about Jane was what brought us together. She was a song writer, with a passion that was untamable and I admired her so much for going out and living her life on her own terms. It worked for her she went to college in Canada and found these dope artist to work with and everything for her just aligned for her and I was over the moon. She always helped me see the good things in life even when I couldn't, so when she saw me traveling finally she supported it tremendously even though I didn't tell her it was all because of one guy.
A singer.
So the moment I told her when I got back, she supported it of course but she was mad that i hadn't told her when it all happened. But I didn't know how to just say it all. It all felt like a dream, still does.
"Hey mama. I'm in the studio with Jon, can I call you in a few?" She said as soon as she picked up the phone.
"No, go go! Yeah call me later." I said quickly feeling guilty for interrupting.
"Are you okay?" She asked, knowing something was off.
No.
"Yes, i was just checking on you. Call me later!" I lied and we hung up before she would interrogate the truth out of me.
I grabbed my bag from under desk and made sure my corner cube was tidy before I left. I said bye to Stephanie as I went towards the elevator.
My phone began to ring as I stepped into the elevator.
Antonio.
I declined the call and put my phone in my bad as I rode down elevator.
When I stepped off the elevator there he stood with flowers in his hand and a bear in the other.
Great.
"Hey gorgeous, I tried calling you." He said as he gave me sweet puppy eyes.
"My phone is somewhere in my bag I didn't hear it." I lied. "What are you doing here Antonio?" I said as I folded my arms over my chest.
"I wanted to apologize for last night Bella, I'm sorry." He said holding the flowers out and teddy bear as a peace offering.
I didn't break from my stance I just looked at him. My eyes never breaking his but I was so serious, he couldn't possibly think this was gonna make everything better and I was going to forget what he said to me.
He did.
He's sorry.
Don't break!
This is the second time.
Next time it can be worst.
He won't do it again.
Nobody is perfect,
You should've never asked him anything.
You have a right to ask!
My mind was all over the place, everything was just confusion and anger mixed in with guilt and hurt.
"Bella please, I no I fucked up. I didn't mean those things I said. I just hate how you accuse me of things when you know I would never, I could never."
Accuse?
I never did no such thing.
I asked a question.
What the hell is he talking about?
Should I be accusing him?
No!
Yes!
"I just want to go home, I don't want to argue in my work place. Thank you for the flowers and bear." I said taking the items and heading towards the revolving doors to the street.
He followed behind me closely but he never tried to touch me.
I was glad.
I got into my car and he followed behind getting into the passenger side. Once I was settled in I started the car and we drove home, I turned my radio on to kill out the silence that was so thick in the car.
In my blood started to play on the radio instantly.
I felt a rush of relief come over me,
Just hearing his voice,
Singing the song that has helped me tremendously in some of the challenging parts of my life recently.
This moment exactly.
Sometimes I feel like giving up,
But I just can't,
It isn't in my blood.
I began to hum the lyrics out and I felt happy just hearing him,
I had forgotten Antonio was in the car.
Till I felt his glare from the side of my eye.
He's mad,
Again.
He's gotta be kidding!
What now?!
I began to tense myself, keeping my eyes on the road never making eye contact or showing my unraveling nerves.
"Don't you know him? Didn't you see him a few times in concert?" He asked, more assumptions then anything. But I can hear the anger trying to escape from his lips and him fighting to control it.
I stood quite.
What was I supposed to say?
Yes,
That would start an argument, I'm sure.
Lie!
He knows the truth though already he's just looking for confirmation from you.
Don't fall into the trap.
Be honest.
So what he's just a musician.
"Yes I saw him a few times in concert." I said trying to sound nonchalant about it.
He began to rub his thighs a few times over before he stopped and I could feel the tension spilling out of his pores.
His jaw clenched tight.
Then he reached over to caress my cheek,
I jumped a little at his touch.
He let out a small smug smile but he continued to caress my cheek in long slow strokes.
I kept my eyes on the road.
He began to slowly bring his hands down to my thigh and he caressed it slowly.
I knew what he was about to do.
I took a quick glance at him while we waited at a stop light, and he was licking his lips.
He moved his hand higher up my thigh under my dress, making me gasp at his cold touch.
When he found my spot he cupped me, making a moan escape my lips.
"Pull the car into that alley way Bella." He said in a low hoarse like tone.
I did as he said, I put the car in park as he unbuckled his and my seatbelts.
"Get in the back. I need to feel you baby." He Said opening the door and stepping out.
My nerves were a mess,
My mind was racing in nothing but confusion,
Sexual and non sexual confusion.
I didn't no what to do.
My body was still so responsive to him and his touches,
But my mind,
It was in a loop of shouting no, no, no's
He came to my side opening the door snapping me out of my own thoughts.
"Your gonna make me beg you princess? Cause you know I will." He said opening my legs slowly.
I was paralyzed.
He still had that effect on me.
He placed his hands inside my panties as he stood outside the car hovering over me slightly with the car door open. He bent down to be leveling me, he began touching my spot, instantly making me go into euphoria.
"That's right princess, your mines. Every part of you is me." He whispered into my ear before nibbling my earlobe.
So much for not giving in.
Your an idiot Yvette.
I kept my eyes close,
Imagining he was someone else.
The person I wanted him to be,
Shawn.
***AN: I know I've been a little slow with the updates just been having some personal things I been dealing with. But I'm back so I'll be updating a lot more! Thank you guys for sticking with me through yet another journey in the consumed path of course. I love you all!!
For this chapter towards the end I was listening to eyes closed my Halsey for that part, it fit so well and I loved it !! If you haven't heard the song check it out guys.
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