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“No.” His voice sounded like it was losing a battle.
“Why not?”
Was it me? I opened my mouth to ask and he beat me to it.
“The next time I cum, I’m coming inside of your fat, juicy, unicorn-like pussy. You hear me?”
“Yes, Kash,” I answered breathlessly.
Chapter Six
Kash
Mila’s moods were improving, and I clearly saw the improvement. Dr. Harrison handed me information pamphlets on Perinatal Mood disorder. I did my own research as well on the holistic approaches that I could help Mila with. It didn’t mean that she allowed me to touch her or anything like that, but she was maintaining eye contact with me now. I went to the therapy sessions but refused to speak. I sat back and supported Mila instead, but one thing still tugged at my chest, we still haven’t discussed what she said.
I sighed as I went to focus on my case, instead of trying to focus on that. I didn’t want for her progress to slide. I could wait and maybe when she’s better, we could have better conversations but there was something that the therapy sessions were giving me the ability to do, and that listened instead of speaking. My cell rang, I reached across my desk and smiled because Mila was calling me.
“Bunny?” I answered.
I heard sniffling in the background. Without thinking I stood, packing up my things.
“Kash… Can you come pick me up? I can’t reach Rissa.”
I took a deep breath as I shut my eyes trying to calm my nerves.
“Where are you, angel?”
“I’ll send you the address.” With that, she hung up.
Not even a second later, I got the text of an address that was familiar to me, but I couldn’t remember why. I didn’t even wait as I passed by my receptionist telling her that I had to go. I raced out of the building not caring how crazy I looked as I made it to my range. ****
When I pulled up to the address that Mila gave me. I was fuming, visibly trembling because now I remembered. My father had taken me to this abortion clinic before telling me to be grateful that this wasn’t where my mother ended up because I wouldn’t even be alive, I was twelve.
I stepped out of the car, making my way into the building. There was a certain level of rage in me that I always feared to slide into because I didn’t know how I’ll ever get myself out of it. I sniffed, rolling my shoulders and clenching, unclenching my fists as I made my way into the waiting room. Mila spotted me, she stood, and her eyes widened at my expression. I know what she saw in my eyes. It was palpable anger that could make a man do terrible things that would leave a weaker man with nightmares. I used to have nightmares as a kid then after I came to the conclusion that my mother and father were cut from the same cloth of fuckery. It taught me that there was nothing to fear in my sleep, not even the nightmares because when I looked in the mirror while awake, I saw my reflection. If my reflection didn’t scare me then nothing could because of my reflection, the one that stared back at me was a living nightmare.
I spun not looking her way as I tried not to stomp my feet. I didn’t want to bring attention to myself or her at the moment. We almost made it outside with no commotion and then the very first time since she let me touch her, Mila initiated touch. Her small hand felt like it burned through my suit as she placed it on my back. I spun on my heel too quick for her to be prepared and held her jaw in a vice-like grip. I was so close to her face that I was breathing whatever air she provided for me.
“Get your fucking hands off me, Mila. Don’t fucking touch me.”
Her eyes widened. There was a certain desire in her eyes that overshadowed anything else that was supposed to take place. No. I wouldn’t fall for this shit again.
“Wait… I’m sorry, Kash. I just, I don-.”
I didn’t care what she was trying to say as I pushed her into the next available wall.
“Did you do it?”
She opened her mouth to answer and then someone else interrupted us.
“Is everything okay here?”
I turned towards the voice at a security guard who looked like he spent too many days at the gym with his arms but not his legs.
“Nah, we’re good. Fuck off.” I faced Mila again, “answer me.”
“Ma’am, do you need help? Should I call the police?”
I scowled letting go of Mila and fully faced, the security guard.
