Page 71 of Forget Me Not

Pulling open my nightstand drawer again, I take out Bob and roll him up in my clothes—yes, him. He’s the one constant in my life. One of the only objects I possess that has traveled with me to many different states. I don’t keep things that aren’t of use to me, or don’t hold any meaning, but Bob is anecessity.

Feeling anxious, I move quickly to the bathroom and close the door behind me, making sure to turn the lock on the handle.

I set my clothes on the small space of the vanity and undress. I reach behind the curtain to turn on the shower, letting it get nice and steamy for me. While I wait for it to get to the right temperature, I unravel my clothes and pull Bob out.

With one foot on the toilet, and the other on the floor, I press the button on the end, putting it on medium speed. Moving slowly, I glide it in, resting the curved tip on my clit. My body jolts under the pressure, my legs already trembling from how worked up I got thinking about last night.

I move the toy back and forth, relishing in how good it feels. My head rests back and I close my eyes, driving the dildo deeper inside me. My back arches and it doesn’t take long before I’m soaring to the tempo of the vibration. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, now looking down and watching as it slides in and out of my wet pussy.

It’s not Alaric, but it sure as hell feels good.

I reach the height of my orgasm after only a minute, gasping as I come around the pink toy. My body quivers and I immediately have to pull it out because my clit is too sensitive to handle any more.

The next thing I know, the bathroom door flies open and I’m too stunned to speak. Alaric comes charging in with a bottle of water and something else in his hand, then slams the door behind him. He’s too quick to join my side and I’m not able to see what he’s holding.

“What the fuck!” I growl. “How did you even get in here?” I point a stern finger at the door he must have somehow unlocked. “Get the hell outta here!”

His expression is stern and serious, and it’s obvious he came in here with intent.

He doesn’t listen to my demand. Instead, he grabs a fistful of my hair, jerks my head back, then he uses the tips of his fingers and presses them so hard against my cheeks that my mouth is forced open. I swing Bob around, smacking him in the head a couple times, but it doesn’t faze him in the least.

Suddenly, he puts something in my mouth. It rolls around and the chalky bitterness coats my tongue. I try to spit it out, but Alaric clamps my jaw closed with a forceful thrust under my chin.

“Swallow,” he demands.

I try to open my mouth to spit it out, gagging on whatever it is he just fed me, but I fail miserably.

“Swallow, dammit!”

Given no choice, I swallow the pill down. It gets lodged somewhere in my throat and I manage to choke out the word, “Water.”

Quickly, he twists the top off with one hand then brings the bottle to my lips. Pulling my hair again, he forces my head back and I swallow down the water, along with the pill.

“You son of a bitch!” I howl, still under his hold. I attempt to pull away, but he tugs my hair harder.

In a swift motion, Alaric raises his hand to his mouth, holding a syringe.

“No. No. No,” I beg. “Please don’t.”

Using his teeth, he pulls the cap off, then he jabs a needle into my outer thigh. I wince in response, on the verge of tears. But I’m too angry to cry.

When he lets go of my hair and takes a step back, I throw Bob at him, hitting him smack-dab in the face.

“Did you just throw a fucking dildo at me?”

“Yes, I did!” I bend down and pick it up and smack his arm with it over and over again. “What the hell was that?” I look down, rubbing my bare thigh. “Are you knocking me out again?”

I feel dizzy. Lightheaded. My heart is racing. I toss Bob in the sink, grasp my chest, then sit on the cold toilet lid. “Am I going to pass out?”

“Calm down.” He casually screws the top back on the bottle of water. “It was just a morning-after pill and a shot of birth control. You're protected for three months, at which time, we’ll have to do this again. Minus the pill.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Nope. Not kidding. I hate to break it to you, baby, but if you dreamed of being a mother, your dreams will undoubtedly be shattered. Once we’re married—and we will marry—we will not procreate. I have absolutely no desire to share you with another human.”

“Then get a fucking vasectomy, you misogynistic pig!” I push at his chest as I stand, and he stumbles back, slightly stunned.Point for Rhea.

“Get out!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I charge at him. “Get the fuck out!”

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