Page 11 of Creep
Benjamin is the first to get his words out coherently. “Y—yes, sir. We understand. We won’t bother you.” They fidget on the bed, their bodies swaying from side to side and they look like they haven’t showered in days.
Fuckin’ pussy.
“Good. Now this exasperating conversation is over. I’m taking Essa and we’re leaving. You’ll see her Saturday.” With that, I turn around without waiting for a response and make my way to where I now know Essa’s room to be. She better have her shit ready to go because I don’t feel like being in this shithole much longer. Dumb people, especially dumb druggies, make my fucking trigger finger twitchy.
I don’t know how she lives here. Well, I guess I do—it’s not like she has a choice with parents like hers.
I get to her door and rasp my knuckles against it once. The force of my knock is enough for the makeshift door to rattle and she yanks it open, shoving her way past me.Well damn, she looks pissed.
I laugh at her audacity. I’m going to fix that attitude of hers real quick. But do I really want to fix it? As irritating as it is, my dick gets so hard every time I see even an ounce of it.
I turn and follow her out to my car, choosing to let it slide for now.
“This—This is your fucking car?” she swings her head around to look at me with wide eyes, her mouth agape.
“Yeah, baby doll, this is my car. Why? You like her?” I quirk my eyebrow at her and then turn to look at my car with pride. I worked my ass off to get this car. She’s a fucking beauty. A 1969 Camaro SS with glossy black paint and black leather interior.
“Do I like her? I fucking love her. This is so similar to my dream car. I never imagined I would ever see a car like this in person.” I can see her smiling so wide while she walks up and runs her hand along the car door. I can’t help but smile myself. However, I snap myself out of it before she notices.
I round my car and jump in the driver's seat. I roll the passenger window down where she’s still standing, admiring. “Get the fuck in the car so we can out of here. This place is disgusting.” The smile she was wearing immediately dissipates when she hears me speak.
“You don’t have to be such a fucking asshole,” she snaps as she opens the door, carefully I observe, and sits down. Even though she hates my guts, she still treats my car with respect. I like that.
“We both know I’m not happy about this, but I obviously don't have a choice. So if you could refrain from being a complete dick to me, that would be great.”
“Oh, baby doll. Tsk Tsk. You’re in for quite the treat. You have no fucking clue how much of a dick I am. You might want to learn to reign in that attitude before I make you.” I glance over to her and then my dick to remind her of what I said earlier. It seems to shut her up, thankfully. I don’t know how much longer I can stand the feel of my dick strained against my jeans, the zipper digging in painfully. Though I love pain, that’s a type I could do without.
I turn the key in the ignition, starting the car and driving down the road, toward the highway. As I glance over at her, I notice she has her hands in her lap, twisting her fingers. Probably a nervous habit.
“So, where exactly do you live?” I flash my eyes to her as I shift the car to fifth gear now we’re on the highway.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, little girl.” I can’t help the smirk fighting its way onto my face when she swings her head over to scowl at me.
“Like I said, you don’t have to be a dick. All I did was ask a fucking question. Since I’m being forced to stay with you, don’t you think I should get to know where exactly it is I’m going to be staying?”
“No.” I keep my voice tight and face expressionless. I don’t want her knowing where my house is just yet. I’m sure she will find out eventually, but for now, it just adds to the mind fuck of it all. And the more I can fuck with her, the better.
We continue the ride in complete silence. “Californication” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers playing quietly in the background.
5
Essa
About half an hourafter we leave my parents place, we pull up outside of his house—if you can even call it a house—because it’s massive and I mean fuckingmassive. How the fuck does a drug dealer afford a place like this?I don’t think I have ever been in a house of this stature and it’s kind of intimidating if I’m being honest.
The sun has almost set, so I can’t quite make out the features of the house other than the fact it’s beautiful. The outside is made of glass walls and it’s completely surrounded by trees. Woods surround us for miles upon miles. In fact, when we pulled into his drive, we drove for ten minutes before we actually reached the fucking house. So, I’m stranded in the middle of nowhere with a man I do not know and no way to escape.How fun for me.
I reach behind me in the car to grab my bag out of the backseat. Once I have it in hand, I step out of the car and shut the door carefully behind me. Not knowing what to do, I stand next to the car and stare at the open abyss of trees, waiting for him to make a move.
I won’t ever admit it to him, but I’m scared out of my fucking mind. I don’t know what to expect from this whole situation. Obviously, I’m not dense and I understand the fact he’s going to want to fuck me. Which is most definitelynotgoing to happen, but I have a very strong feeling he’s the type of man who doesn’t care about my consent.He wouldn’t be the fucking first and I don’t even know his damn name.
Sighing, I look over to where he is leaning against the side of his gorgeous car, staring at me. I don’t know how I didn’t hear him get out. I must’ve been too lost in my head.
His face is completely stoic so I can’t read his mood or what he’s thinking. I’m already annoyed as hell by this whole situation and by him, so I decide to ask, “What’s the plan? Are we going to stand here in your driveway all night or are we going to go inside at some point? It’s getting kinda chilly out.” Living in Oregon usually isn’t too bad with it being the end of May, but the weather tonight has a chill to it and my dumbass didn’t grab an extra hoodie.
His jaw ticks in irritation before he turns toward his front door, downright blowing off my question. I roll my eyes in exasperation at his retreating figure—with the knowledge he can’t see me—and follow him to the front door. As I get closer, I notice the door is a matte black, matching the rest of the house and there are also wooden planks running along the side as well. It’s an interesting concept, but I actually like it a lot.
The man pushes the door open after pulling his key out of the lock and moves to the side, gesturing for me to go in front of him.Oh, what a fucking gentleman.
