down and talk about it. Okay?”
I let out a sigh and shake my head. “Please. Just leave,” I say running out of air.
He turns around and looks down to the floor, and he stops once he sees the picture frame and broken glass on the tiled floor that I had thrown at Rodger. “What happened before I got here?” he asks spinning back around to face me.
“Nothing,” I snap. It’s none of his business. “I don’t know why you act like you care anyways. There’s nothing going on between us.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth his lips are on mine once again. I lift my hands to shove him back, but he captures my wrists and pins them behind my back. All it does it push me closer to his body and the feel of him so close to me has me surrendering. I want a distraction from Rodger.
I allow his tongue to stroke mine, and I even find myself wanting more when he finally pulls away.
“Can you tell me that was nothing?” he asks breathlessly against my lips.
I place my head down as I gather my thoughts. “What we’re doing is wrong. I don’t even know you.” Why do I want you? Why do I feel so safe with you?
He releases my wrists and places his hand under my chin to look up at him. “Nothing we’re doing is wrong, darling. And I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” He smiles at me, and I can’t help but smile back. “Now. Please tell me what happened. Why are you so upset and why is there a broken picture frame on the floor?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
He reaches up pushing a strand of dark hair behind my ear. “Let me in, Tabatha. Was he here? Did he do something to you?” His eyes start to roam my exposed body.
I let out a sigh. “Yes. He came by. No he didn’t do anything.”
His jaw tightens as he looks away from me and over to my stairs. “Is your bedroom upstairs?” he asks, and I nod slowly trying to figure out what he’s thinking. It can’t be sex at the moment.
He looks down at me placing his hands on both sides of my face. “Go upstairs put some clothes on and pack a couple changes of clothes.”
“Why?” I ask confused.
“Because I’m taking you to my house for a couple of days. I want you to be somewhere you are safe. And this place isn’t it.”
I want to tell him no. That Rodger isn’t the type to hurt me. But he has before. Mentally and physically. He uses words as if they were his hands. Making each one bring physical pain. And when his words weren’t enough, he would get rough with me. He never slapped me or hit me, but he would grab ahold of me so tightly that he would leave bruises on my arms or my hips.
“Okay,” I say before turning away from him and heading to my room.
CHAPTER TEN
DASH
I needed her out of her house. She obviously wasn’t safe there. And no matter how strong she thinks she is, no woman can fight off a man who is determined. Especially one who is fighting to get her back. She was right when she said I didn’t know her. But I know less about this Rodger guy than her, and yet I feel like she wasn’t being completely honest when she said he didn’t hurt her. At the restaurant, she told me he had made her weak. As far as I can tell she’s not a weak person. So in order for him to have made her that way he had to have cut her down. Made her feel like she needed him to survive.
I pull into my driveway and get out of my car. I go to open up the passenger car door for her, but she’s already climbing out so I make my way to the trunk to grab her bag.
“This is your place?” she asks with a smile.
“Yes. Why do you seem happy about that?” I watch as she walks up the steps with a smile on her face as she looks around. Her dark hair is pulled up in a loose bun and her fat white sunglasses cover up most of her beautiful face. Her light gray tank top hangs off one shoulder showing off her simple black bra. She has a pair of white shorts on that make my hands twitch. I just wanna
I let out a sigh and shake my head. “Please. Just leave,” I say running out of air.
He turns around and looks down to the floor, and he stops once he sees the picture frame and broken glass on the tiled floor that I had thrown at Rodger. “What happened before I got here?” he asks spinning back around to face me.
“Nothing,” I snap. It’s none of his business. “I don’t know why you act like you care anyways. There’s nothing going on between us.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth his lips are on mine once again. I lift my hands to shove him back, but he captures my wrists and pins them behind my back. All it does it push me closer to his body and the feel of him so close to me has me surrendering. I want a distraction from Rodger.
I allow his tongue to stroke mine, and I even find myself wanting more when he finally pulls away.
“Can you tell me that was nothing?” he asks breathlessly against my lips.
I place my head down as I gather my thoughts. “What we’re doing is wrong. I don’t even know you.” Why do I want you? Why do I feel so safe with you?
He releases my wrists and places his hand under my chin to look up at him. “Nothing we’re doing is wrong, darling. And I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” He smiles at me, and I can’t help but smile back. “Now. Please tell me what happened. Why are you so upset and why is there a broken picture frame on the floor?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
He reaches up pushing a strand of dark hair behind my ear. “Let me in, Tabatha. Was he here? Did he do something to you?” His eyes start to roam my exposed body.
I let out a sigh. “Yes. He came by. No he didn’t do anything.”
His jaw tightens as he looks away from me and over to my stairs. “Is your bedroom upstairs?” he asks, and I nod slowly trying to figure out what he’s thinking. It can’t be sex at the moment.
He looks down at me placing his hands on both sides of my face. “Go upstairs put some clothes on and pack a couple changes of clothes.”
“Why?” I ask confused.
“Because I’m taking you to my house for a couple of days. I want you to be somewhere you are safe. And this place isn’t it.”
I want to tell him no. That Rodger isn’t the type to hurt me. But he has before. Mentally and physically. He uses words as if they were his hands. Making each one bring physical pain. And when his words weren’t enough, he would get rough with me. He never slapped me or hit me, but he would grab ahold of me so tightly that he would leave bruises on my arms or my hips.
“Okay,” I say before turning away from him and heading to my room.
CHAPTER TEN
DASH
I needed her out of her house. She obviously wasn’t safe there. And no matter how strong she thinks she is, no woman can fight off a man who is determined. Especially one who is fighting to get her back. She was right when she said I didn’t know her. But I know less about this Rodger guy than her, and yet I feel like she wasn’t being completely honest when she said he didn’t hurt her. At the restaurant, she told me he had made her weak. As far as I can tell she’s not a weak person. So in order for him to have made her that way he had to have cut her down. Made her feel like she needed him to survive.
I pull into my driveway and get out of my car. I go to open up the passenger car door for her, but she’s already climbing out so I make my way to the trunk to grab her bag.
“This is your place?” she asks with a smile.
“Yes. Why do you seem happy about that?” I watch as she walks up the steps with a smile on her face as she looks around. Her dark hair is pulled up in a loose bun and her fat white sunglasses cover up most of her beautiful face. Her light gray tank top hangs off one shoulder showing off her simple black bra. She has a pair of white shorts on that make my hands twitch. I just wanna
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