Page 54 of Mind

“Dana! You have a boyfriend?” I ask, happier than I should be. Even though I know Chase is mine, knowing his very attractive, longtime friend and colleague has her own guy, makes me deliriously happy.

“Girl, spill it!” Maria slams her empty glass down.

Dana blushes crimson. “We’ve been dating for the past several weeks actually. He’s,” she inhales looking off into the distance. “He’s wonderful. Good looking, built,” she holds her hands out showing how wide her beau is. “And he’s really good in the bedroom,” her words tumble out like an avalanche barreling down a mountain.

“Woo hoo!” Bree high-fives her. “Thank goodness someone is getting some. Damn, I need to get some,” she pouts again and we all laugh.

“You ladies are crazy,” I nudge Maria. “Gotta pee, let me up.” Austin makes his way to me from his booth across from us.

“Ma’am, you look like you’re having too much fun. Think Mr. Davis will approve?” He asks with a sly grin knowing as well as I do that he would in fact, not approve.

I shrug and smile. “Does it look like I care?” I respond defiantly. He laughs. Once we get to the restroom, he turns and waits for me to enter.

“You cannot wait by the door, Austin. It’s creepy. Go stand over there,” I point to the hostess desk. “Go hit on the pretty hostess; get yourself a date.” He looks at me as if I’m speaking Greek. “Seriously, you need to lighten up. When was the last time you dated?”

“Well, I’d suspect it was sometime before I started working for Mr. Davis.” He answers.

My mouth opens but the words are stuck. “N-noo way! You haven’t gotten laid in like half a year!” I’m crushed for my big Southern charmer.

Austin grins wickedly. “Well now, ma’am I never said I didn’t have relations since then. Just not an official sit down, have a meal, go to the movies type thing in a long while.” He waggles his eyebrows.

I smack his thick bicep. “You sly dog, you!” I laugh and then grip his bicep. Solid cantaloupe sized guns is what he’s packing. “Go show that pretty brunette these guns then slip her your digits!” I suggest.

“Ma’am, you’re tipsy on your way to drunk. How about you go to the ladies room, and I’ll worry about my dating record, okay?”

I roll my eyes. “Fine, but my advice…solid gold. Women can’t turn down the hotness of hunky arms. It’s like girl kryptonite. Swear,” I cross my finger over my heart. He grabs my biceps turns me around and presses in between my shoulder blades giving me a little push.

“Go!” He reminds me. By now, I really do have to go.

Quickly I use the bathroom, wash my hands and check my makeup and hair in the mirror. Once everything is situated and in place, I open the bathroom door. The men’s room is directly opposite and opens at the same time revealing the last man in the world I ever wanted to see again.

“Oh, my God. Justin.”

“Princess, what good luck, I have. I was hoping I’d run into you,” he says.

I glance over to the hostess desk, as expected, Austin is there, but he’s not looking this way. Justin follows my gaze. Lightning fast, he grips my wrist and yanks me into the men’s bathroom. Before I can scream, he has a hand over my mouth and the lock on the door in place.

“I’ve been looking for you, woman. Ever since a friend of ours sent me the posting in the newspaper on the society pages of your pending nuptials to that rich guy. I knew I had to find you. Throw my hat back in the ring.” Justin leans close to me and inhales. “Christ, you smell fucking good. Just like you used to. Like coming fucking home,” he lets his nose caress my neck. I whimper. “Now don’t you say a fucking word or we’re going to have a problem. You get me?” He says and I nod.

Slowly he lets go of my face. I shove him as hard as I can, whirl around and try to get the lock undone. I start to scream when his hand comes around my face again. I bite down on the flesh until his other arm comes up and his fist clocks the side of my head so hard I see stars. Before I can get my bearings, he has a hold of my hair. “So it’s back to this, eh. Back to fighting. Oh, you remember how much I liked it when you fought back. There was always such passion between us wasn’t there Gil?” He pushes me over to the tile wall, grabs a wad of paper towels, and shoves them into my mouth. The scratchy paper goes deep, gagging me. Nausea starts to rise and I tamp it down.

“Look, Gil, I just wanted to talk, and look at what you made me do. Now, I want you back.” He presses his body into mine. “Christ you’ve always had a body that wouldn’t quit but now, even more grown up, fucking amazing.” He puts his hands on my hips and rubs his erection into my belly. I turn my head and try to scream through the paper but nothing comes out.

Someone knocks on the door and tries the handle. Just as I try to scream, Justin pulls my head back and slams it into the tile. “Be right out,” he yells out to whoever is on the other side. When I look back there’s two of him standing there. The force of the blow makes me see double. Then I feel Justin’s hands at my waist going under my shirt. He pushes it up. “Oh yeah, I think I need to be reacquainted with these fuck-me tits.” Justin cups them roughly as tears leak from each eye. “You have grown,” he pushes down the cups, my breasts spilling out, nipples tightening instantly against the cold.

Justin pinches each nipple hard, and I start to gag again having trouble holding back the vomit. I breathe through the desire to throw up. The last thing I want to do is choke on my own vomit. “Oh, don’t fight it. You know you like it, baby.” He uses the one nick name that Chase always calls me and it makes my heart pound. I know I’m going to be sick. “Remember all the fun we had, how hard I fucked you. I’m going to take your right now, for old times sake. Then we can go back to my pad and take it slower. This time, I’ll fuck every inch of you and I won’t be so nice. You should have never run away,” he scolds while kissing my neck.

A heavy banging starts against the door and I look at it longingly. “Don’t you dare, it will be much worse if you make any noise.” He cups my sex over pants, pressing his finger hard into the seam. “Oh yeah, you like that huh.” The banging gets louder and I hope its Austin. If it is, he’ll help me. “Cool your jets I’m busy with my girl in here!” he yells then starts sucking on my neck. I can feel the skin puckering and tightening under the power of his mouth. He always loved marking me, and as often as possible. Any way he could he would. Whether it was with his fists, his dick, or his mouth, he’d always left visible remnants of his power over me. “I’d kiss your mouth, but I can’t have you screaming.”

“Open the fucking door,” I hear Austin’s voice. A brief moment of gratitude covers my heart.

“Wait your turn!” Justin roars, then turns around. I lift my knee with all my night and as hard as I can slam it into his balls. He howls, pulls back his fist and socks me in the face, blood pours from my nose and things turn black and hazy. “Oh no you don’t, you’re going to make if feel all better, bitch!” he holds up my body. I’m not able to move. Between the alcohol and the blows to the head, I’m losing consciousness. Just as I feel a warm, wet sensation surrounding my right breast, a loud noise that sounds roughly like splitting wood and metal coming off hinges explodes in my ears right before a fierce pain around my entire breast hits me. It’s like a hundred needles pinching me all at once. As soon as it came it left, the hands holding my arms above my head are gone. My body falls in a lifeless heap to the floor. I can’t move.

Fading in and out, I hear the sounds of male grunts and pain. Lots and lots of moaning and screaming then I’m weightless. Something is thrown over my chest and I’m being carried. The last thing I hear are my girlfriends crying, men crowding around then the sense of being lifted into a car.

“It’s okay, Gigi. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

I shake my head. Finally, I realize the gag is no longer in place. “Take me home. To Chase,” I beg.

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