Chapter 26: Where Have You Been, Len? (TW*SA)

**Lena**

As I push open the door to the suite, a ripple of apprehension engulfs me- like a tornado effortlessly siphoning in debris. The familiar scent of freshly changed linens and coffee fills the air, but the space is unnervingly empty. My heart races as I scan my surroundings, half expecting to discover a disgruntled Jasper either at the kitchen island or seated on the couch waiting, yet it’s only me and unsettling silence. With hesitant steps, I make my way to the bedroom hoping to find him there but if not, I can always charge my phone and give him a call. Maybe it’d be better if we spoke over a meal anyway. As I press forward, I rehearse the confession in my mind but Chase keeps filling my vision, reminding me that I’m not just doing this for him- but for myself too. I need to unburden the shackles I’ve been dredging along, like Marley confronting the oppressive Mr. Scrooge. This isn’t just about owning up to my behavior; it’s about reclaiming my voice and taking control of my own narrative. As I turn the knob and open the door to our room, I’m halted in my tracks… There, lounging on the edge of the perfectly made bed is James, an unexpected surprise that sends a jolt of consternation through me. A nonchalant James glances up, his hazel eyes narrow and dark, as if calculating the best way to attack an impuissant prey. “Well, well, well… Where have you been, Len?” His banal voice echoes, slicing through the stillness and sending a shiver down my spine. He sits upright and rises with a tilt of his head, the shift revealing a calculative and intimidating posture. It’s as if he’s not only interested in my whereabouts, but also in exploiting my vulnerabilities without my protector present.

“Where is Jasper?” I clamor, my eyes drifting to the bathroom, praying and hoping he’s simply freshening up. Regardless, I have to keep calm despite the tremendous dread growing in my gut. “Jasper…” he says while taking a step, “is out looking for you.” I scoff while rubbing my forehead to avoid his unyielding gaze, “why would he be out looking for me?” He chuckles while smoothing his black, greasy hair back. “Well, it seems you turned off your location Lena. Now, why would you do something like that?” His tone is mocking, making the energy around us buzz with tension. “I never turned it off,” I say while clearing my throat, my voice wavering slightly. Now is the time to summon assertiveness Lena, not fear! “Right… and what’s your excuse for not coming back to the room?” James presses, his eyes narrowing further as I fidget with my fingers. “I crashed with the girls. It’s not like Jasper has been coming back to the room all that often,” I shoot back, and although my voice is casual, the words exit my lips with a hollow undertone. James cups his chin while taking another step closer, his expression shifting into one of feigned concern. “But I thought you three wanted to take it easy yesterday?” he asks in that sickeningly sweet timbre that makes me want to gouge out my eardrums. “And you all decided to go out without us. Seems… suspicious.” He’s so close that the cologne oozing off his white button down reaches me, the smell sharp and invasive. I swallow back a gag as I take in the smug look on his face; the aura of this man absolutely makes my skin crawl and something is 100% off.

“I’m going to call Jasper,” I whisper, my voice hitching, as I reach for the purse hanging at my waist. I can hear the pounding of my heart, my stupid, useless heartbeat- currently frantic, amplifying the trepidation creeping into every crevice of my body. Our words hang suspended, rigid and ready to snap, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being cornered in a game I don’t want to play. "Oh, no need for that Lena. He'll be back sooner or later. For now though… it's just us,” he utters with a sinister smirk. I take a step back as his shadow darkens the room like a storm cloud, a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he rubs his crotch. What the fuck?! He wouldn’t try anything right now, would he? Without thinking, I turn and rush toward the door, but before I can reach the handle, James wraps his muscular arms around me, pinning me within his suffocating grasp. "Where ya goin’ Len, we weren't done talking yet?" he grunts as he restrains me against the door. I scream and kick as he slides the kaftan down my shoulders, revealing the bathing suit I've been wearing since yesterday as it hits the floor. I squeeze my eyes shut and holler “STOP”, but the sound is muffled by the grip he has on my face. While he holds me in place, his hand inspects my body, stopping at my ass to pinch harshly before smacking it. The warmth of his repulsive breath blows against my ear as he coos, "do you know how long I've been waiting to get you alone Lena?"

Tears well up and pour out as he picks me up and forcefully slams me on the bed, meticulously using my body weight to pin my hands down behind my back. I fight, but he stifles me underneath him with tremendous pressure as he settles between my legs, using his own thighs to spread mine wide. He covers my mouth as I scream before using his teeth to pull aside my bikini top, revealing my breasts, pressing his growing erection on my pelvis. "Fucking outstanding," he murmurs as he sucks and flicks my peaks aggressively. I wriggle and wreath, searching for an opening to escape but he only laughs at my attempt. "I'm going to uncover your mouth," he whispers inches away from my face, "I suggest you keep quiet." He slowly pulls away, his hand squeezing my skin and gliding down my body as he shoves past my bikini bottoms. "James, stop...it hurts," I beg through delirious cries, but he barges his slimy tongue in my mouth. My attempt to bite it off fails when he pulls away with urgency, a confused snide appearing on his lips. "What do we have here?" He whispers astoundingly as he rubs his fingers up and down my still sticky folds. "If didn't know any better, I'd say your pussy feels like it was fucked last night." Heat floods my cheeks as I glare at him through blurry eyes, however the leer on his face does nothing but terrify me further. "Have you been a bad girl?" He says while pushing a finger inside me, and I shriek at the violation, clenching my walls as he slides in and out without tact. No, no, no! "Fuck Lena, you’re so warm," he groans as I try to slither upwards and away from him. Is this really fucking happening right now!? "I saw you, you know…” he says in between kissing and licking my neck, “I had a hunch of what kind of woman you are, and seeing you dance like that with a stranger only confirmed my suspicion.” He adds a second finger before slamming back into me, licking the tears off my face as he moans at my displeasure. “Why not act out your infidelity fantasy with me?"

"James, get the fuck off me!" I screech, breaking a single hand free to punch him in the jaw. I use the opportunity to jump up but he regains control over me, pinning my arms above my head this time before smacking me across the face with the other. "I'm stronger than you Lena," he barks before moving to unzip his pants. Panic takes over as I sob hysterically, unable to run, terrified of what is about to happen. He grabs ahold of his cock, pumping it in his hand roughly while moving closer to my entrance. "I just know you're going to feel amazing Lena, let me make you feel good," he says while rubbing the slick head of his penis between my folds; but just as he's about to thrust inside nonconsensually, his ringing phone blares between us. His eyes widen as retrieves it from his slacks, his glare essentially confirming ‘he will kill me if I make a peep’. “DAMN IT,” he curses while hesitating for a moment, eyeing the name on the screen before answering the call with annoyance. My whole body shakes uncontrollably as I hear Jasper’s voice on the other end. "Ah, Jasper... Yeah, actually I'm here with her now, she just got back.... I was about to call you. Yeah yeah, see you soon." He lingers on top of me for a moment, staring down maliciously while rubbing his dick against my pussy with a dejected sigh. "Jasper is on his way back," he mutters, letting go of my hands to smooth his hair back. I am paralyzed as he inches towards my face, nuzzling his nose against my wet cheek before sucking my fluids off his fingers. "Go clean yourself the fuck up." Like a deer in headlights, I lay motionless in fight or flight as he buttons his pants and rises to his feet, abandoning me on the bed. He glances down at me before adjusting his cock and turning to exit the room, slamming the door with the thud on his way out.