Tell Me Carter

Chapter 7: I Now Have to Kill You

I don't care how fine Jacob Elliot is...the man is an asshole. After suffering through one insult after another, we finally arrive at my building. "Is this where you live?" he asks. "Yes," I respond. "This is the address that I gave you." I know that I do not live in the best neighborhood, and I really don't need rich boy to remind me of this right now. However, it's all that I can afford.

"Let me walk you in," he says. "NO need!!" I stalk up the stairs with him on my heels. "You are so rude!" he says. "RUDE??!" I spin around and run directly into him. Damn! His chest is hard! It's like a brick wall. He must work out all the time. "Thank you for the ride, Mr. Elliott," he says as we get to my door. "Thank you for getting me home! No, thank you for the rest of your conversation! And for your information, I do not give piss poor blow jobs!" "Oh really??" he says with an amused look on his face. Then he leans into me, pressing my back against the door, and says, "Tell me, Carter. Would you like to get on your knees for me? Would you like to show me?" I pause and wait for the punchline, but he is dead serious. His pupils are dilated. I can feel his breaths against the side of my neck. My n*****s are as he presses even harder against me. He slides one hand under my dress and cups one of my ass cheeks. I feel his other hand slide between my thighs. He whispers in my ear, "Carter, do you want me to touch you?"

"Keithlynn! Keithlynn! Are you okay??!" s**t! It's my neighbor, Ms. Evans. Jacob laughs into my shoulder. "So that's what the K stands for?" "I now have to kill you," I say, scowling. He straightens my dress and steps to the side so that Ms. Evans can see me. "Savannah called. She has your purse. She told me that you would need the spare key, so I waited up." "Thank you, Ms. Evans!" "Who is this handsome lookin' young man?" Ms. Evans asks. "I'm Jacob Elliott. I gave Ms. Cadwell a ride home and wanted to make sure she got inside safe. I will now bid you both a goodnight." He then turns and leaves.

I thank Ms. Evans for waiting up and enter my apartment. I definitely need a cold shower. I'm torn between irritation that we were interrupted and happiness. Would I have really f****d the CEO tonight?! Do I even have a job? He accused me of planting the video myself. It's only Thursday, so I still need to work tomorrow. I should call in sick. No one would blame me. I don't have my phone to call in. I should send an email. I'll do that right now. I grab my computer and login to my work account. Hmm...someone just sent me an email 10 minutes ago.

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From: jrelliot@jcapital.com

To: kcartercadwell@jcapital.com

Time: 11:00pm

Subj: Work Tomorrow

Good Evening Ms. Cadwell,

I had a feeling that you might try to call in sick tomorrow. Reggie will pick you up at 9 AM. Report to HR when you enter the building.

Sincerely,

Mr. Elliott

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Is he serious right now?? I've been through a traumatic event, and he expects me to report to work like everything is normal? Fine, but I'm not going to HR. I have done nothing wrong. If he wants to file charges on me, he is a true hypocrite! How am I supposed to sleep right now? I wish I had my phone. Not that it would matter. Savannah and Toni both have families. They're probably in bed by now. I grab the wine that Savannah left when she visited a few weekends ago. Maybe a glass of this will help me sleep...There's no sense in crying about it now. As Grandma Annie used to say, "You've got to face that demon head-on, darling!" Jacob Elliott is clearly my demon!