Page 66 of Play of Love
“Your PA?” Dad humored me.
“She is.”
“Okay, I believe you. She’s your PA.”
That chance was something I may never have, but I’d enjoy our little before and after work kissing and flirting sessions.
At least she wasn’t averse to any of it and seemed to like me too.
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Amy
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I was glad to have the privilege of meeting Josh’s father. He seemed like a really nice guy.
True to my word, I brought out the tea like I promised in half an hour. At that point they’d talked about the more sensitive matters and looked in better spirits.
Josh invited me to sit with them and I listened with keen fascination as his father talked about the family property development business. He explained how he grew it and expanded to countries in the Caribbean and South America. I loved his talk of Italy and all the exciting places there. It was one of the places I desperately wanted to visit and planned to when I made it big as a designer. If.I shouldn’t get too overconfident. It was still anif.
I left them later than I had planned and headed back to my apartment. This was the part of the day I disliked the most. I hated when I drove out of Malibu and headed towards downtown L.A. and watched the scenery around me change. No more grand mansions, manors, and beach houses. No more style and glamour.
I could only describe where I lived as rough and unsafe. I parked in my usual spot and headed into the complex with more caution than I usually exhibited because it was later.
Police were outside again questioning witnesses to whatever crime had happened today. It was a daily thing here. I just made sure that when I was here I walked with my head focused straight ahead and got up to my apartment as quickly as possible.
As I got on my floor I heard talking and laughing. I hoped it wasn’t Dom and his friends, but sadly it was. I froze when I saw them standing at my door.
No… not at my door. They were inside my apartment! I quickly realized to my horror. I was shocked to see him holding a pair of my panties to his lips.
I would have run away but saw that one of the guys was holding my dress for the showcase. He was picking the rhinestones off and laughing.
“What are you doing with my stuff?” I cried, dread filling me.
I’d been taught to never confront anyone who could have the potential to harm me. I’d been taught self-preservation over challenging a threat. But, as I looked at the dress I spent so much on, and saw that they had it and were destroying my chance to fulfill my dream, I felt like I wanted to die.
All I’d done most of my life was take care of others, but when it came to what I wanted the opportunities were always pushed back or delayed in some way. Or pushed out of my reach.
I put my heart and soul into that dress, and my last cent. So no, I couldn’t just run.
“Blondie,” Dom said, coming up to me. “I’m tired of waiting. It’s time for that Kit Kat.”
“Give me back my stuff,” I cried again. The men behind him laughed and walked away. As they did I saw that they had my mannequin and sewing machine. I made a move to go after them but Dom grabbed me and held me back. “Let go of me,” I cried, pinching him.
He did let go, but not without striking me across my face first. I screamed as the impact of his massive hand split my lip and sent me to the floor, reeling in pain. It felt like my brain had been knocked out of my head as everything spun around me.
“Crazy bitch,” he balked. When I looked up to him cold terror gripped me as I found myself staring down the barrel of the gun he held at me. Certain this would be my last moment, I started to cry and shake. “See this, girlie? Next time you try something like that this will be in your pretty head. Be glad that I like you and have other plans for you. Go inside and wait for me.” He motioned inside my apartment. His gaze burned with such an intensity I felt my soul shiver. I did as he instructed, trying to make my body move against the fear and pain I felt. “Good girl. I’ll be back.”
I broke down the minute he left.
