Page 66 of The Wrong Man

“I want to. Friends pitch in. I’m helping my friend.” Johnny looked at me like he wanted to be more than friends, letting his eyes scour my body slowly.

“We can just watchAngel.”

He paused his sorting, his light green eyes boring holes into mine. “Sure. Sure, we can do that.” Standing, he grabbed my hand and led me into the den. “You did a lot of work here. Cleaned out the room. Looks a lot nicer.”

“Thanks. I want to do this to every room. How are you with painting?”

Johnny snorted. “Uh, I may be out of town then.”

I laughed. “I didn’tsaywhen.”

Johnny pulled me onto the couch by the hand and started the next episode where we left off. As the show progressed, he put his arm around me, stroking my hair, and I let him. If he went further, I’d have to tell him to leave or remind him that we are just friends.

“Essie, you’re so fucking hot. You know that? I can barely contain myself around you.” He lifted his hips off the couch and readjusted himself in his jeans. Shocked, I could make out a bulge in his crotch. My stomach twisted with nerves as his green eyes scanned my face for some reaction. “Maybe we should go back to sorting through stuff. Keep my hands busy. Try to keep them off you.”

“Um, I’m kind of tired. Thinking of going to bed soon anyway.” I definitely wanted him gone, feeling uncomfortable with his insistence again.

He took a deep breath in. “You’re really not into me, are you?”

“I told you. You’re very attractive—”

“Then what is it? I want this…” He slid his fingers through the back of my hair, gently turning my body, so I’d have to look up at him. Softly, he continued a descent with his fingertips down my back very slowly until they met the top of my ass. He dipped into my pants. “I think you do, too.”

My belly dipped with anxiety. Forcibly, I sat up, shoving his hand up from my jeans. “Johnny, I’m not over Eli.”

“Fuck Eli. He can’t give you what you need.” Johnny slid his fingers lower and tried to feel my pussy, but I pushed back, so his hand couldn’t move. Things felt rushed and awkward. It wasn’t right.

Pressing on his biceps with my palms, I shoved. “I think you should go.”

“Nah. I’m not leaving. Staying right here.”

My pulse quickened, and my breath hung in my throat as he moved closer to me. I was scared. Johnny had never been aggressive with me before. His eyes were gleaming with devilish intent. All my mind could think was that I should never have let him come over. Why didn’t I listen to my instincts?

“Relax, relax, pretty girl. I’ll just watch the show and you can sit over there.” He settled back on his side with a smirk.

How was I supposed to get him out of my house? I didn’t have Adon’s or Rhodes’s numbers. Snatching my phone from the coffee table, I texted Piper. There was no response.

Biting my lip, I gave in and texted Eli for help, but there was no reply from him, either. I hadn’t texted him in a long time. Maybe he didn’t care anymore. Contemplating calling someone, I held the phone ready to press someone’s number.

Johnny kept his word, though, and sat on his end of the couch while I sat on the other. I wondered if I could just go up to my room and lock the door. Would he let me alone? Maybe he did just want to spend the night.

He moved down in his seat, getting more comfortable, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Looking directly at me in the dim light of the television, he pulled out his dick. It was thick and uncut, much shorter than Eli’s, and firmly hard. Staring right at me, he stroked himself slowly as my stomach rolled with disgust.

“Why don’t you touch yourself? Show me how you like it. I won’t touch you.” I could hear the unspoken word “yet” lingering on his lips. I needed to get him out of here. “Go on. Put your fingers in your panties and play with your pussy.”

“No, I-I don’t feel comfortable.”

“Want me to do it for you?”

“No!” I screamed.

He chuckled. “Then put your fingers down your pants.”

“No, Johnny. I’m going to bed. I want you to leave.” I tried to keep my voice level, not wanting him to catch on to just how scared I was.

His free hand singed my skin as it grasped my arm, preventing me from moving and causing my phone to fall to the floor, out of my reach. “Do it now.” The grip on his arm tightened, as did the knot churning inside my stomach. I tried to twist away and stand, but he stood up faster and pushed me back on the couch with a harsh shove. “Touch yourself and let me watch you.” Johnny reached over to pull down my leggings, but I grabbed his hands and scooted away, fear shooting through my nerves. “Either you do it, or I will.” His face was fierce as he snarled at me. I was trapped. I didn’t want him to touch me at all.

If I got him off just by masturbating in front of him, maybe he would leave me alone and wouldn’t try to force himself on me. Maybe he would leave. I could put on a show for him and then I’d be safe.

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