Possession(47)

Sit still, look pretty.

My heart starts to beat rapidly at the injustice of it all. I don’t want this life. I never wanted this life. But, what can I do? I know Drake can make life Hell for me now if I don’t agree with him. Right now, I want to be as far away from him as possible, and the only way to do that is…

I nod my head. “Okay, Drake.”

He frowns for a moment, assessing me. It’s almost as if he can’t believe that I’ve given in so easily. “Okay, what?”

“I’ll comply.” I’m not going to say I’m having his baby. That’s one victory he doesn’t get to have from me. I will go to great lengths to see to it that I don’t have a baby with this man, but for now, I will be the dutiful little whore that he wants me to be.

With a victorious smile that I want to wipe off his face, he loosens his grip around my neck. He comes in to kiss me, placing his lips hard against my mouth and forcing mine open so he can stick his tongue in. I want to gag right now, but as usual, he forces me to comply. He forces his hands on me in a way he knows I’ll like. I don’t want to like when he brushes his thumb across my nipples through my shirt, but I do. They react instantly, earning a low growl from Drake.

“I want so much to make love to you right now, but I have to get going.” He looks down, placing a hand on my stomach. “I can’t wait to watch as your stomach swells with our baby. That’ll be the sexiest fucking sight on earth.” He leans in kissing me again as the fear of his words makes my heart thump louder than ever. “Soon,” he says, rubbing my belly again. “We’re going to have fun making him.”

Him?

With that last word, he’s out the door. No goodbye. No see you later. Just the fear of his parting words.

“We’re going to have fun making him.”

I shudder as the words roll around in my head. I feel the panic and the fear burrowing its way into my mind. I need to figure out what I can do to stop this. By the end of today, I will be unprotected. I can almost feel my womb dancing at the joy of it.

With my heart still thumping, I make my way downstairs to see George making me breakfast again. Like clockwork, Drake has left by eight, and like clockwork, George is busy frying up some bacon and eggs. I don’t feel hungry today, though. Those parting words of his have made sure of that.

“Good morning,” he greets cheerfully.

“Morning,” I almost groan.

George frowns as he places my plate in front of me. “Ooh, that’s not a good morning at all. Did you not get much sleep last night?”

I don’t want to get into anything with George. He’s nice, but he’s also been Drake’s employee for many years. “Something like that,” I respond.

I start playing with my food, not offering any additional conversation, and I think George gets the hint that I’m not in a talkative mood as he leaves me on my own to eat in peace.

I eat a few bites, but it’s more out of necessity than hunger. Normally, George’s breakfasts are delectable, but today, it just tastes like cardboard. Feeling disgusted, I get up, taking my plate with me, and pour the contents in the bin.

“No appetite this morning, huh?”

Looking up, I find Joe standing in the doorway with a big grin on his face. I don’t smile back. Instead, I take my plate and start washing it.

“So, what’s the matter with Princess this morning? Did we have an argument with our prince?” I carry on ignoring him and concentrate on washing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He sweeps my hair away from my eyes, trying to look at me.

I pull away. “Don’t touch me.”

He steps back with his hands in the air. “Sorry.”

I see how genuine he looks and soften to him a little. “I’m sorry. I’m just not having a good morning I guess. There’s no need to take it out on you.”

Joe smiles. “That’s okay. I’m here if you need me.” I grab a towel and start drying the plate. I watch as Joe sits down by the island, and it’s only then that it hits me. Without Mandy, I have nobody. No friends to talk to and hang out with. Joe may be a douchebag, but he’s the only one—apart from Kane—who’s willing to talk to me. None of the other guards are even willing to look at me. I guess it’s because they’re afraid of Drake. I should be afraid that they’re afraid, but it only makes me angry. There was one thing Sebastian said that was right. Familiarity really does breed contempt.

I watch as Joe sits in silence. We’re just looking at each other, but for once, Joe isn’t looking at me like he wants to eat me. He’s looking at me like he wants to be my friend.