Shacking up with my Convict

Chapter 2

"Vi"

"Now, now don't go silent on me"

I scramble from my seat heading for the door ensuring that the locks were still in place before scurrying to secure the windows. My chest rose and fell in heavy pants and slowly I made my way back towards the phone, lifting it from the floor replacing it at my ear.

"Are you still there Vi?"

"Why are you calling me?"

"Well considering my bed is empty"

"I've got work, you know that" I close my eyes tightly, my stomach clenching at the lie. It shouldn't be like this. But I was scared, still scared of him. Of him finding me and dragging me back to that forsaken house.

"It's my understanding that you quit over two months ago Vivien. So don't lie now, tell me where you've gone"

Hopefully far enough away from you.

"No"

My voice trembles but I'm able to stand my ground, stick to my decision without fear of repercussions. Without fear of disappointing him.

"Don't be a b***h Vivi. You know I'll find you. it's just a matter of time"

My fingers clenched tighter around my phone. He's right, it's only a matter of time.

"Fine" he says exasperated. "I apologize. you tend to bring out the worst of me vi"

"The worst of you?" I laugh thinking back on all the times he either threatened to ruin my reputation, lock me away in some remote cabin where no one would ever find me, where I'll have no friends. "I guess you hitting me across my head with the champagne bottle six months ago was my fault wasn't it?"

"It was. You shouldn't have been snooping around"

"She turned up on our door steps demanding that I leave the house. She did, I didn't seek her out!" I retorted.

"Asking her to leave was not your place"

"Oh so what, I was to swing the door in and say sure come on in love, don't mind the mess, I'll just go pack"

"Don't play smart"

"You're a pain in my ass Watson. Just let me go okay. Neither of us is happy being around each other and I refuse to sit back and let you hurt me any further"

"What has gotten into you Vi? You promised me forever, do you remember that?"

I snickered. He wasn't the man I said yes to marrying. He wasn't the man I fell in love with years ago. We became strangers sleeping in the same bed. Watson became shallow and cold. He lied and cheated and ruined everything his poisonous hands touches. A curse to himself and our relationship.

"You obviously forgot when you shoved that d**k of yours down her throat" I shot back.

"Leave me alone Watson. I'm not coming back. Deal with it"

The call ended with a beep and I slumped in the crappy apartment, drowned now not only in darkness but in sorrow. I couldn't get the memories out of my head. Couldn't escape the horror that he had caused. The final straw that had broken the proverbial camel's back.

It had been a night that was no different from all the others at our house. Another party, another way to show to the world how much better he was than so many others. A means to impress his boss and associates. To make wives and girlfriends, arm candies and bachelorette's swoon over him. The same can be said that these were the very things that forced him to change. The fact that now his wealth gained him so much privileges that he thought himself better than half of humanity. I didn't think someone could ever become this egotistical and shallow, but it's never too late for a shower of rain right?

Watson had been gone for an extended period when I had excused myself to look for him. Technically it would've been my job to whine and dine everyone until he returned, but it shouldn't have taken almost half an hour to retrieve a bottle from the cellar.

Crossing the hall and passing his office was when I heard it. The soft and gruff moans. Hushed whispers, the gentle coaxing of a man, sprinkled with praises, the door left slightly ajar.

I did my best not to make a sound as I bounded over, pushing it slightly away to gain a better view and access. Inside was mainly dark, save for the desk lamp that was turned on.

"That's it baby, ugh, yes, come on"

"You want to please me don't you?"

Gagged replies and bobbing of head. Slurping, and mewls of pleasure.

"f**k, f**k" he mutters.

My eyes traveled the room realising that he must have been on the other side where the lounge chair was. The sight however, when I finally made it around the door I could've done without. I couldn't move, I couldn't. I've always known that he cheated, save the time that woman had turned up at the door demanding I leave him be, but this, the sight that had laid before me took the cake.

Watson 's eyes had slid open then, spotting me, catching him in the act. Pants pooled around his legs with that petite blonde wearing the sliver dress, head bobbing up and down around his c**k. I wanted to vomit.

"Don't you dare leave Vi"

The blonde had stopped her work, glancing up to smirk at me, her mouth dripping with saliva before she was yanked back down, her mouth stuffed with the fleshy muscle forcing her to gag as he filled her relentlessly.

"Mind your f*****g business," he hissed at her before replacing his eyes on me. "Close the door and watch"

Tears fell but my heart went cold watching as he moaned his pleasure, as she sucked and mewled, gaging as he hit the back of her throat. As he fondled her beasts, hands slipping beneath her dress, pulling it up, showing the tong beneath. How they finally ended up f*****g on that same seat, moaning his name, moaning her name. Those same hands that once held me, caressed me. The same c**k he'd drive into me days later ripping my insides apart. I had no love for him anymore. No more to give. Especially when his stopped being served a long time ago. No, rather it was given to he, she and everybody.

I couldn't tell my friends what was going on, not everything anyway. And somehow when I do finally fall apart, he always ends up knowing. Always, and the last horror is worst than the first. I knew I had to leave, run away from him far, far away.

I played the part of the happy fiancee, attempted to sleep in separate beds but he always takes me back or finds me. My body was his, that's what he said, so he took it. Whenever he wanted it, however he wanted it. I stopped fighting whenever he did, stopped crying. My core betrayed me all the time lubricating to accommodate him. Maybe that part of me still treasured him, only it doesn't know how he's betrayed us.

Cheated us.

Disrespected us.

Sometimes he doesn't wait until I'm ready, the only thing that mattered was his pleasure, finding his climax, that high. That heavenly space between my legs that he claimed as his.

I had been a shell for months, my core so torn and sore that every bath was dreaded. He did it, almost made me bitter, almost made me think life wasn't worth it. Morgan gave me the strength to leave, providing my escape. He didn't know about her. Hell, if it wasn't for her obsession to be a wandering nomad I'd probably be dead right now.

That's how I found the strength to leave. I quit my job in advance, still going out everyday, still coming home in the evenings. Still going out with my friends. Laying beneath him like a good little girl.

But when I left, I left everything behind, picking up the clothes Morgan had for me in storage that had been bought months in advance.

Morgan was my God sent despite her dying and deep down I knew I resented the man that took her life. Even if it was an accident. She was all I had, my last resort. It feels like I had to give up something to finally have peace of mind. For now anyways.

No, I shook my head. I left Watson behind and that's exactly where he was gonna stay.