Page 6 of Under New Management

I ignore him until a second and third one come in right behind it.

I don't have time for your primadonna attitude. Do what I tell you to do.

Answer the God damn phone or so help me I will make it so you have to sleep with me tonight and every night after.

Perv! Just because he's my manager doesn't mean I have to whore myself out to him. I don't have to do anything I don't want to do.

The next time he calls I answer but just so I can scream at him.

"You don't fucking own me. I'll do what and who I want to when I want to. You don't have the right to tell me when and how to do it."

"Yes, actually. I do own you, sweets, check the contract you signed. It clearly states that if you don't do what I tell you to do concerning your career you not only have to move in with me but you won't be leaving. Now put the fucking sexy shit on, get your little ass ready for tonight, and stop being a brat."

Oh my God, I have to leave now. I'm not sure how tight the contract would legally be able to bind me to him but I did sign because I thought Vin Payne would never ask me to do something like sleep with him and a movie producer. I trusted him to be better than that. His words about not trusting anyone in this business float back to me and I want to vomit. I have to get away now. Who knows what the hell he'll have me doing if I have to move in with him?

I yank a duffel bag out of my closet and start throwing clothes in. I leave all the fancy dresses and shoes and instead shove t-shirts and jeans into my bag. God, I can't believe I am going back home. My mother always told me I would have to come back broke and knocked up. She constantly reminded me that I wasn't really pretty enough to be in movies or on television. The thought of going back to the trailer park where I grew up makes my stomach roll and acid come up in my throat like right before you throw up but so does the thought of staying and doing what it seems everyone wants me to do.

I grab my phone and call Cora, she's the person I'll miss the most in this town. As soon as I hear her voice I lose it. I start crying and blubbering into the phone trying to tell her I have to leave and I probably won't ever see her again.

"I'm not cut out for Hollywood and all of the things people want from me. I'm going home. Thank you for being such a great friend and for being the only person who didn't want anything from me. I have to go now. I have to call an uber or something to take me to the airport."

"Oh Monica don't, take the car service Vin and Mason use. It's safer than an uber."

"No. I'll be fine I promise."

"At least take the car and driver I use. Please, I don't want to worry about you being sexually molested because you're upset and not thinking right."

Actually, I'm leaving so I won't be sexually molested. She keeps on until I agree to take the car to the airport. It doesn't take the guy very long to get to my house. I look around at the place I was staying for a little while. I didn't own it, it wasn't mine but it was nice to pretend for a little while that one day I would be able to afford to do more than just rent something so nice. Now I'm going to be lucky if I can find a safe trailer in the same park my mom lives.

I slide in and wait for the driver to start driving. He gets as far as the gate before he stops again. I wait for him to drive through and wonder what he is waiting on when the door closest to me pops open and I'm being pushed over by the very last man I want to ever see again.

"Drive." He hits a button so the partition goes up, cutting me off from the only other person who could help me. Not that he would since the asshole stopped to let Vin in, in the first place.

"What the hell is going on?"

He takes me by the wrist like he's going to try to keep me from leaving but he can't stop me. I yank and pull but he won't let my wrist go. My other hand comes up to swat at Vin and I get him once right across the cheek but then he's slid me under him and trapped both of my wrists over my head. I realize I suck as a heroine.

"You can't stop me from leaving."

"I damn sure can, if I have to tie your little ass to my bed, I will do just that." Vin's too beautiful face is hovering over mine. The image starts to waiver as tears spill down my temples and run into my hairline. "What the fuck has got into you? Are you on something?"

"Fuck you." I don't care if the driver can hear me through the glass or not. If I have to scream until we come to wherever he is taking me I will. "I...you're the one that's on something if you think for a minute that I'm going to let two men touch me. I won't take two men and you can't make me."

I try to buck him off but he's too strong. He looks shocked. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You told me to be ready to have sex with two men tonight and to wear something sexy. I won't ever take two men, Vin. I..." I come up short of telling him I've never even taken one, how the hell am I going to take two at one time.

"What the fuck? I never said you were going to have sex with two men tonight. That's not ever going to fucking happen." All of the fight goes out of me and I realize how tired I am all of a sudden. Maybe I was mistaken about what he meant. "You will never be given the chance to have two lovers at any time; you belong to me and only me."

I try to dissect his words. If I messed up the first time and thought he meant I was going to get double-teamed and he didn't maybe he means this as something non-sexual too. Before I can think too hard on it his head is coming towards me and his lips are crashing down on mine. I try to yell out but he just takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth and explore effectively stopping the sound of my cry.

His free hand brings my leg up so that he can nestle down in the middle of them. I try to fight and stay indignant and pissed but my leg comes up and I might be wrapping my calf around him. My other leg soon follows and God, he's so big and broad that I can't touch my ankles together to cross them. The only thing keeping them closed around him is my feet entwined together and that puts a lot of strain on the inside of my thighs.

Vin pulls back, "You think I don't know you still have that cherry in there waiting for me."

I gasp and my eyes go wide. It wasn't like I was trying to keep it a secret but I didn't want everyone to find out either. It wasn’t something I wanted to discuss.

"You think I'm going to let you run away from me or let anyone else pop it but me."

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