“Red today,” he says, getting a glimpse of my bra. “I like red.”
“I’m sure you do,” I say. “Drake, I-oh god, Drake, stop, please.” I push him back. “Why did you tape this?”
He sits back, putting his hands behind his head and smiles. He looks proud of himself, and a sick feeling washes over me. “I told you the first night you came home with me. I like to watch.” I turn to the screen and see Drake pumping away slowly behind Kate, who appears to be thoroughly enjoying herself. “Having this,” he indicates the control panel and screens with a sweep of his arm, “allows me to watch as often as I want to.”
“I can see that,” I say. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He pulls my shirt up over my head and tosses it aside and I feel his lips move against my shoulders. His hands push the cups of my bra over my breasts and he moves his mouth to the flesh above my nipples and bites savagely. I cry out and put my hands in his hair and try and pull his head back. “Stop it,” I tell him. “Drake, get off me!”
Instead of listening to me he pushes me back against the control panel and pulls my shorts down roughly until they are past my knees. He is so close to me I can feel his hand fumbling with his belt. He plunges himself into me and I scream. He quickly positions one hand over my mouth and the other is squeezing my ass so tight through those damned red crotchless panties that it brings tears to my eyes. I can feel little switches and knobs digging into my back against the panel. I try and bite his hand but he’s holding it too tightly over my mouth and I feel like I can’t breathe since his hand is covering my nostrils. He comes quickly, to my relief, and his grip on my mouth falls slack. I am able to push him away from me and grab my shorts and pull them up quickly. I am running away from that awful room down the hall and out his front door as I am pushing my top down in place. Luckily, no one sees me, and it’s quiet in the hallway. I don’t even bother to wait for the elevator, I bolt for the stairs. Eighteen flights down, and I’m winded, but the adrenaline rush propels me. But then I see him there, waiting for me.
“Leaving so soon?” Drake says. We are in the lobby, and clearly I can’t run as fast as he can casually slide into an elevator and let it take him downstairs. He is holding my purse and grinning like a sick fuck. I snatch it out of his hand as he holds it out to me and glare at him. I look around the lobby, wishing someone were there. Where the fuck is the doorman? He blocks me from getting anywhere to freedom by putting himself between me and the front door and grabs my wrist.
“Let. Me. Go.”
Drake casts me a beautiful smile which chills me to the bone. “I’ll let you go,” he says. “But now that I have you on camera, you’re mine. I just want to make that clear.” He doesn’t offer anything else but eases his grip on my wrist. “Do you need me to call you a cab?”
“Fuck you,” I say and push him aside and walk quickly out the door. I walk a few blocks as I sob hysterically and try and calm down. Finally I am breathing normally and wander over to the Chicago River and find a bench to sit. I pull my phone out of my purse and see I have multiple text messages from Devin.
“Where R U?” it says. Then another one. “Call me now.” And another. “Not funny Jenna.”
I sigh and dial Justin instead. Devin can be dealt with later. “Hey,” he says when he answers. He sounds wide awake but I realize it’s almost 2:00 am.
“Did I wake you?” I ask him.
“No, you didn’t,” he says. “What’s wrong? Do you need a ride?”
“Yes,” I blurt out and burst into tears. “Come soon.” I tell him where I am and hang up. He doesn’t ask why I need a ride or why I’m crying and I appreciate that. I fumble in my purse for my cigarettes and see I have three left. No stores in Drake’s fancy neighborhood are open. I light one and text Devin back. “I’m fine,” I reply, not offering any additional information.
He immediately texts back. “Get home now.”
“On my way,” I reply back.
It takes Justin less than thirty minutes which indicates that he’s been driving like a bat out of hell to get to me. I get in his car and put my head against the window. “I’m sorry,” I say. “You should be home and sleeping right now.”
Justin shakes his head and is silent for a minute. He always seems to be considering what to say with me. “So can I ask what happened?”
I shake my head. “I can’t.” I look at him but he stares straight ahead at the road. “Are you angry?”