Ana Oliveira Part 4

My ex-boyfriend sat in the driver's seat, starting the car with fury. I opened my mouth to express the things that were pressing on my chest, but I flinched when I saw Bernardo appear next to the passenger door, knocking on the window. Josiah rolled down the window, and Bernardo placed the bag on my lap.
"I like you too! That's why we went through all this trouble to prevent you from getting alcohol poisoning," he said, winking at me. "But I don’t forgive you."
"There’s nothing to forgive, Bernardo!" I shouted, angry, feeling my armor cracking and almost revealing my vulnerability. "I didn’t do anything!"
Josiah rolled up the window as soon as his friend stepped away, huffing in anger, making me turn my neck to face him. That damn smell of him filled the car.
"If those idiots were your friends, they wouldn’t let you drink like this, knowing you get messed up," he grunted, speeding away.
"And do you care about anything, Josiah? Do you care if I’m messed up? Have you forgotten everything you’ve done? The way you left me is what messed me up!"
"I’m not going to let you drink to the point of hooking up with anyone!" he shouted, driving like a maniac and speeding through the streets of Tijuca. "Unlike that asshole you decided to ruin our relationship for, I care if you end up in an alcohol coma, if you get a disease hooking up with a stranger. And what kind of boyfriend is that, who stands by and watches you flirt with anyone? Is this some kind of fetish?"
"You don’t give a damn! You’re fucking my friend, Josiah!" I accused, punching his arm as he drove through the condo entrance. "If you cared, you wouldn’t throw me out in my underwear on the street, wouldn’t treat me like a whore, wouldn’t break up with me without letting me speak!"
"Shut up, you drama queen! You’re hooking up with my brother..." he ordered, bitterly, screeching the tires and stopping the car abruptly in front of my house. "Now get out of my car, let’s go! Get out of here!"
"Fuck you!" I screamed, yanking the car handle and kicking the door open. I grabbed my black leather bag and threw it over my shoulder. "I’m going back to the bar and hooking up with whoever I want because I have nothing to do with you anymore. And I suggest you go fuck your whore and leave me alone!"
I jumped out of his car, stomping, eager to return to where my friends were and do exactly what I threatened. I screamed as his arm wrapped around my waist and lifted me into the air. I struggled, seeing various houses turning on their lights because of our commotion. Some dogs started barking in the distance, and I could already expect a fine from the condo management on my door the next day.
"LET ME GO!" I screamed, writhing as he shoved his large hand into my bag and took the house key.
His damn body against mine stirred me up, and it wasn’t just anger that lived in me at that moment. I felt many other things, including a burning longing and desire...
Why did he care so much about what I was doing? Whether I was drinking or hooking up with someone? Did he think I was going to save myself for him? Was it so predictable that I was waiting for him like a fool?
"Go home, yes! If that asshole isn’t doing his job of taking care of you, I will," he said, his deep and angry voice affecting me.
"Oh, are you jealous?" I mocked, as Josiah struggled to open the door to my house, with me trying my best to escape his dominance. "As soon as you leave, I’m going back to the bar and sleeping with whoever I want, got it?"
I could hear the neighbors murmuring from their windows. We’d be the gossip of the week. I could already foresee the whispers: "The little whore from the yellow house made a scene with the mayor’s son..."
My ex-boyfriend was shoving me inside the house with his hip, turning on the light after crossing the threshold. He scanned the house, noting the changes from the wall colors to the new furniture.
"Ana, take a fucking shower and go to bed! I’m not joking. My patience with you is wearing thin."
"And what are you going to do?" I provoked, stopping an inch from his body and crossing my arms. I looked up at him, staring into his emerald eyes. "Are you going to hit me?"
"Only if I fuck you, then I might slap that whore’s face of yours. And I do feel like doing that, fucking you until you finally get rid of that fire in your ass!" he grunted, losing his temper and wrapping his fingers around my throat, exhaling like a nervous animal.
"You’re drunk as hell and have the nerve to judge me!" I accused, smelling the beer even in his breath. I pretended I wasn’t enjoying the way he was holding me. "Let me go, bastard!"
"Well, weren’t you going to hook up with anyone at the bar?" he mocked, licking his lips as he stared at my hardened nipples through my dress. "So tell me, what’s your deal with Lucah? Is he living here?"
"I don’t have anything..." I confessed. Josiah exhaled, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. I saw how relieved he seemed, but I still felt terrible knowing about his affair with Isabela, so I decided to hurt him. "The only thing I do is hook up with your brother in every corner of this house. On the couch, in the shower, on the kitchen counter... Even right here, in front of the door."
"Oh, really, bitch?" he asked, yelling, squeezing my neck and almost turning purple with rage. I smiled, but it was superficial. What I said didn’t bring me satisfaction; it was just the result of a deep desire to hurt him, as he was doing to me. I was surprised to see his hair was black again and growing... Had he left the military? Why was his hair long and dyed? "So, since there’s nothing, he won’t mind if I fuck you, right?"
He asked, pulling my hair and grabbing me, pressing his body against mine, rubbing his erection, which was straining against his black pants, on my belly. Josiah squeezed my butt so hard that he disarmed me completely. My body was on fire, both from anger and the desire to have that damn cock inside me. Everything that happened after that just went downhill.