83. Him and I

“I want you to walk out of here feeling my cum running down your legs, so you remember who the fuck you belong to.” Dakota says like a command, all while keeping his pitiless eyes on me.
Tears stream down my eyes uncontrollably, yet beneath all this pain I feel a burning sensation in my heart, a desire to hurt him as much as he has hurt me.
But I clutch my fists and walk away, putting as much physical distance between us as possible. I liked him. I cared deeply for him. More than I ever did for Ryan..
Yet he could never see my affection past his revengeous clouds.
Numerous eyes stare at me as I walk out of the ladies washroom panting and breathing hard. Their sophisticate gaze judge me and instantly, my anxieties skyrockets as I get aware of my appearance-
Tear-stained eyes, messy sexed hair, wrinkled dress, with his cum running between my legs.
I immediately cover my legs with the slit end of my dress, feeling utterly sick of myself. I spot the back door to my right and rush to the exit, in a desperate attempt to conceal the evidence of my humiliation.
I feel disgusted.
I feel repulsive of myself, the way I have allowed myself to be used again and again by different men. I never fought back in the name of love, which they clearly never felt.
*None of them.*
Suddenly, I collide with a man smoking outside. I instantly apologize, hastily wiping away my tears. The last thing I want is to be seen in this state by anyone.
*I am such a mess right now!*
The old man throws his cigarette, stepping on it and asks me with a genuine concern. “Madam, are you alright?”
Looking up, I recognise him as Dakota’s chauffeur. “Yes. Ca-Can you please take me ba-back to home, please?” I beg him with my shaky breath.
There is a moment of hesitation in his eyes, but then he politely nods and hurries off to the parked car.
I hug my arms in the chilling night, a way to console my poor abused body as I wait impatiently for the car to arrive.
“Emara!”
A roar passes through me and I turn to see Dakota striding towards me with his long legs. His eyes dark, narrowed down at me in slits like an animal on hunt.
*Oh god, not him again!*
My heart pounds with panic and I immediately walk away from his brooding presence, scared to face him again.
“Where are you going?” He yells, catching up to me.
“Away from you.” I say, quickening my pace.
But a hand grabs my arm with force and my body jerks back, facing those barbaric eyes again, which I am desperately trying to run away from.
“You still haven’t told me.” He growls at my face. “What did he say to you?”
I stare at him in disbelief, how can someone be so heartless? He has no sense of conscience, no guilt for what he did to me and only wants to know one thing for god knows what egoistic reason.
“You are a monster and I hate you so much.” I spit out every word from the bottom of my bleeding heart.
Dakota leans in. The way he is staring down at me makes my stomach churn. It is a familiar sinking feeling of terror.
“What did you two talk about?” He demands an answer, completely ignoring my anger and tears.
*I can’t believe I ever felt an ounce of pity for this psycho-pathetic man!*
In time, the black colour car halts in front of us and I recognise the growling symbol of animal. Avoiding him I get inside the car, only to see him get in as well.
The tension inside the car thickens by every second. I look outside the window, ignoring the agitated presence beside me. I hear his rapid deep breaths, as if trying to calm himself, but failing miserably.
“Can you *fucking* tell me now what you two talked about?” Dakota growls in a voice that drips with both anger and desperation.
“It was not about you, if that’s what bugging you.” I reply, staring at the passing street.
“That’s not my question, Emara.” His dense voice cuts through the air like knife. “I want to know what he said to you?” And utters every word like a madman.
As if that’s the only thing that matters to him.. *What Ryan told me!*
“Why do you even care?” I spit back, frustrated by his repetitive interrogation.
I watch him take an unstable breath of chaos as he clenches his fists till his knuckles turn white, before redirecting his eyes at the driver. “Because..”
The atmosphere gets unpredictably dense. It feels like I am sitting next to a psychopath who is restraining to attack because there are too many witnesses.
“I.. care.” Green eyes pierce through me, raw and sharp, while he lowers his voice, “Now tell me.”
I shake my head in disbelief, “I don’t understand your crazy obsession with Ryan, or why does it even matter to yo-”
“I am not obsessed with Ryan.” Dakota interrupts sharply, like my words speared him.
“You may not realize, but you are!” I retort, raising my voice in frustration. “All you care about is what he said to me, and that bet you made with him years ago. I even saw his pictures in your drawer, I don’t know why you are still holding on-”
“You did WHAT?”
My heart tightens with fear as Dakota unleashes an animalistic snarl, as if I stabbed a nerve I wasn’t supposed to even mention.
“You went through my stuff? Without my permission!” His eye blaze with a fury I have never witnessed before, a dark, swirling rage that would even terrify a grown up man.
“You are speaking about permission? When you violated me every-damn-night without mercy, leaving permission aside!” I shoot back, despite the terror knotting in my gut.
Hot tears rush down my cheeks, remembering how cutely he was flirting with me all evening, holding me so dearly, staring at me intensely, only to end it with his brutality.