Claimed by my best friend brother

9

Bambi

I’m breathing heavily and very quickly as Jarek removes his body from on top of me. He does not lie on the bed to catch his breath or anything. He just gets out of the bed.

We are both sweating and I’m panting even harder. We both just had an intense moment of s*x. Jarek says nothing to me at first, but removes his belt, which is tying both of my hands.

Relief floods through me as I stare at my wrists, which are both sore. I did like it though, the tying up and everything. Along with the s*x. The s*x was great. It was perfect. The best thing.

My p***y is very sore and I’m lying sprawled on the bed tirelessly. “You are a good slut.” Jarek mumbles and I slowly lift myself from the bed. I don’t even know if I should take that as a compliment.

“You are a good w***e for my d**k,” he adds again and this time, he buttons up his pants as he tucks his d**k away. “Keep being a good slut and I will reward you for this.”

“I’m not doing this for your money.” I quickly tell Jarek. I'm doing it because I want it. Not because of his money or anything.

“And who said the rewards were going to be money? Omegas.” He calls and I stare at Jarek, wondering what brought omega into our conversation.

“Always quick to point fingers. Yet they are so weak and irrelevant.” He sighs heavily and runs his hands through his hair.

“I’m going to think of my own way to reward you. But for now, feel free at the house and make something to eat. I will be stepping out for a while.” Jarek tells me and I slowly nod my head at him. He takes one last glance at me, before he finally leaves the room.

I did not move from my bed until an hour later and Jarek left the house 30 minutes ago. He did not come to tell me. I overheard him talking to the driver and then his car drove away. I finally stand up from the bed and I go to shower and freshen up.

I’m really starving and I go to the kitchen to make something. I don’t even know if I should make something for Jarek. I feel very skeptical about it. After a lot of thinking, I decide to keep some and prepare myself for the worst to happen to him.

It’s until after I finish eating that I try to reach the banking agents that James took a loan from, I keep sending countless emails to tell them that I was not the one who took the loan but still nothing positive has come out of it.

“Hello, good day.” I place my phone to my ear. I call a customer care line and they actually pick up the call.

“Hello, good afternoon ma’am, how can I help you? Welcome to Zee’s banking services.” I go ahead to narrate my ordeal and everything that has happened.

“I’m so sorry miss Bambi, but I do not think that I can help you in a situation like this. The loan was approved with your consent and signature. I suggest you pay up as soon as possible and you will get your house. You should make that fast.” she tells me and the fact remains that I have never felt so frustrated at anything before in my life.

“Why?? I just told you that I did not take any loan!! It was just James' plan!! It was his plan. He forged this!” I yell in a very high voice.

“Then bring James to the bank. I suggest that the both of you come over and we will investigate.”

“Did you miss the part where I mentioned that we are broken up?? I want nothing to do with that bastard. We are no longer together. He now has a wife and a child!!!” I'm yelling very loudly and at the same time, my heart breaks each time I talk about James and realize how I was used.

“You can also bring him over.”

“Put yourself in my shoes and tell me if you would be able to do that? Be considerate!! That house is my life. I cannot lose it.” I’m almost at the verge of crying already.

I keep losing everything. My house, myself, my dignity, and even my parents. Why does it have to be me??? Why does it have to be me?? Why??

“I cannot lose that house,” I utter in a pleading voice because the truth is that I will lose the house forever. The memories. It was given up as collateral and maybe the bank is going to sell it to get back their money or anything. Who knows?

“Miss Bambi, I’m sorry for everything that you are going through and at the moment, this is the only thing that I can do for you. I have made an appeal on your behalf. Let’s hope it gets approved. And for this appeal, you are going to be given a longer time to pay off the loan without any more interest.”

“How do you expect me to pay off something that I did not use?? I just need my house..”

“Then you should bring your boyfriend for the investigation. This is the only thing that I can do for you. You pay up the money in bits monthly for a year. And once the year is over, you get your house back. There will be no more interests added." She tells me and I do not even know what to say or accept.

“I will think about this. Give me time.” I tell her and then I end the call. I’m broke. Where do I even find the money to pay such an amount?? I will have to work my ass out. The truth is that even if it’s a year, I’m left with no other option than to do it. I cannot lose my house. I cannot lose the place that holds so many memories for me.