Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -11-

 I jump with surprise and he releases one of my hands as his slides on the small of my back to pull me closer. I have been on a dry spell for so long that my body instantly clings onto him with need. 

 I turn off my brain and let him continue his assault on my lips. I have been avoiding men and their testosterone infused buffoonery for so long that I actually enjoy it right now. The touches, the licks, the warmth of his body. I grab his shirt to pull him even closer, he groans into my mouth and deepens the kiss.

 I sink into this moment like it was the end of a perfect date. Like we were just two normal people in a normal world.

 He moved his hand on my bare thigh and started to caress my skin while inching its way up under the robe. 

 “No… stop… you need to stop… please… I can’t.” I release his shirt and push him away once again. I keep my eyes glued to the floor so I don’t have to look at him. 

 He destroyed my life and I throw myself at him like a needy slut. I’m definitely out of my damn mind and well, I guess saying that I am horny as f**k is nowhere near an overstatement. 

 “That was one hell of a try run. I think it is safe to say we can pull this off with an ease,” he says while adjusting his visibly bulging pants. 

 He walks back to his chair, takes his jacket then returns to grab my hand and starts walking to the door but stops to look at me as I am not moving along with him. Why would I? He is nobody to me and I don’t have to dance every time he plays his song. 

 “You need clothes so come with me,” he says with no bullshit voice and yanks me next to him, “although, I don’t mind the current getup,” he looks at me with a grin.

 I feel my cheeks getting hot and I am pretty sure the incoming blush is unavoidable. Why he has this effect on me? I really wish I could come to my senses and detest him like any other woman in my situation would.

 But as long as this is not the case I have to keep myself in check and not let him take advantage of my frustrated state. 

 Gosh. Just thinking about our little action earlier makes me want to go back there and finish what we started. I need to get laid or I might start acting like a cat in heat and serve my p***y on a platter to him. 

 I snap out of my thoughts when he opens the door and guides me inside of another officelike room with large floor-to-ceiling windows and very feminine furniture. Everything about this room feels really airy and welcoming.

 “Niko, what can I help you with?” says a chirpy voice behind me and halts my inspection on the décor immediately. I turn around to see that the voice belongs to a beautiful brunette who doesn’t hide his affection for ‘Niko’ and kisses him on both cheeks while holding his hands.

 Can’t say I am a fan of this kind of intimate relationship between my future fake boyfriend and someone as good looking as this minx. Since we haven’t laid down any ground rules, I have no idea how many people we have to fool or how big we have to go with this lie.

 “I need you to take her measurements, she needs everything from-- well undergarments to winter coats,” he states while she measures me with her eyes and I start to feel even more uncomfortable than I already am. “Including jewelry and shoes. She needs to look to the part.” 

 “No problem. Shouldn’t take long either, she’s quite the standard issue. Size wise” she says and winks to me before giving questioning look to Barraza, who seems to be able to read her like a book, and walks out closing the door behind him.

 Once I am left alone with this woman, she brings out her measuring tape and starts to hustle around me and writes all the measurements down on her notepad. Here and there she asks some of questions about my fabric preferences and styles, but other than that, she just works around me like a real professional.

 She finishes up, whisks her dark, neatly cut hair behind her ear and looks at me. “It’s not going to be as bad as you think. He isn’t the devil you think,” she says with reassuring smile and offers her hand to me, “I am Callie, nice to meet you.”

 “I’m Gianna,” is all I can manage right now. She actually seems nice but her calming words don’t have the effect she probably wanted to have on me. Barraza kidn*pped me and coerced me into this deal. I am not in a place to think he is somehow this good guy in a bad situation. 

 She senses me distancing myself from this situation so she hives me a tight smile and walks into the back room. After few minutes she returns with some pieces of clothing and hands them to me, “pick something for now, the robe can’t be all that comfortable,” and points to the back where I can go to get changed. 

 I pick a light blue dress with flowy ruffles that give the dress some length without making it too heavy for this tropical weather. I match them with beige sandals. To my surprise everything fits almost perfect so she might be right, I am standard issue. 

 I walk back into the office space and my eyes instantly catch Barraza standing in the center of it and his eyes are immediately on me, devouring me and I feel my cheeks getting hotter by the second. 

 He takes long steps toward me and pulls me into him, making me gasp. His need as clear as mine.

 “C’mon get a room I need to work,” Callie yelps at us with a laugh like we were a regular couple about to get too intimate for other people to see. 

 But we are not, not even close.