Betrayed By Him (Book Two in Paradise Mountains Series)

15. Betrayed Trust

    How could she? How could she?! He yelled inside his head, furious beyond any word.

    And to think that the day had started so fine… he had an excellent breakfast made by his housekeeper who kept sending him the doe eyes he hated so much but pretended not to see, had had a most satisfactory run in the trail near his house and then had worked at his office all day. All in all, an excellent day of work. Then he had gone to Mary’s, heck, half the town was invited and the other half would turn up any way, where he had to watch from afar that good for nothing in a white monkey suit draw lines at Summer. She was his! How dare she betray him like that?

    Furious, enraged, he returned home only to find the housekeeper half a sleep in his study.

    “What are you doing here?”

    “I was waiting for you…” she said nervously, licking her lips. Then he remembered. He had not given her the pill of the day. The only thing that kept that woman barely functional was the drug he was supplying her. That was power. He had power over that wretched slut.

    He walked to his secretary and open a drawer. He had the key to it with him all day, but that little slut didn’t know… that much was certain. If he had left it open, she would have tried to steal it.

    He took the pill from the box and looked at her, an evil grin spreading his face.

    “You want it? You know what to do.”

    And she was immediately on her knees, her hands around his trousers, but he didn’t want her hands to touch him. He unbuttoned the fly and shoved it into her mouth so hard that she gagged.

    “You like it, don’t you, you wretch?”

    With her mouth full she was unable of answering, and he was plummeting inside her with so much strength that her eyes were watering. He couldn’t care less if she choked, but when her hand travelled south into her waist, he realized she was turned on. He left her long enough for her to take the pill, swallow it, and then started again.

    At that point she was beyond caring what he did to her, so when he started ravaging her from behind, she never complained. When his hands found the way to her throat, she did nothing more than moan, her eyes lost in a drugged gaze.

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    Cassie was reading in her bedroom. Her mom was running late and she was beginning to worry. So, when there was a soft knock on the door, she gingerly left the bed and tiptoed to see who that was.

    Her breath caught in her throat when she saw him, carrying a seemingly drunk mom on his arms. Cassie opened the door and he entered, apologizing all the way:

    “Thank God you’re home, I don’t know what happened. When I returned home, she was passed out in the couch.”

    He put her mother to bed, taking off her shoes, and then they returned to the hallway.

    “I’m sorry, Cassie, but I believe she’s been drinking…” he said in an apologetic voice. Cassie sighed and fought to keep the tears at bay. He didn’t know, not yet at least!, how really bad her mother drinking problems were. It was all a matter of time until she fell into old habits, she thought.

    “But she was improving…” she half whispered, and if he wasn’t paying any attention, he might have missed.

    “You mean this is usual?”

    Cassie didn’t answer and closed her hands in a fist. Of course it was. But no one saw. No one ever see it.

    “Hey, are you okay?”

    He was close. Too close. She withdrew a couple steps and faced his worried eyes.

    “Yeah… I’m fine…”

    “You’re lying.” He said perfectly calm. She looked at him, eyes wide as saucers, and he approached her ever so slowly.

    “You’re not fine and your mother has been drinking a lot, hasn’t she? And you’ve been covering everything up…”

    “How…”

    “How do I know?” he smirked at approached her, capturing a strand of hair in his fingers. He then let the finger slide down lovingly in her pale face. “I’ve been with her, feeling her breath. She sometimes seems to ooze booze from her skin, did you know?”

    Of course she didn’t… she was a pro at hiding from her mother when she was in a drunkard state.

    “She doesn’t have your fair smell of vanilla… did you know you smell of vanilla?”

    With her heart thundering in her chest, Cassie took a step back and he walked two forward. He was now crowding her personal space and she was feeling too anxious to do something about it.

    “You’re beautiful, you know? Long, silky hair…”

    And his mouth was suddenly crushing hers, his fingers impatiently founding their way through their shirt.

    “No… wait?”

    “Wait… For what? For a junior who doesn’t know what to do with his d**k to make a move on you? I don’t think so.”

    She struggled but he was surprisingly strong. She ran to her room but he was fast on her heels and threw her over the bed. His hand was already in her pants, hurting more than caressing, finding her hidden secrets.

    “You know I’ve only kept your mother because of you? She’s a drunkard, nothing more, but you… you are a beautiful flower, ready to be picked. And I want to be the one to pick you up. I love you, Cassie.”

    She stopped her struggling, surprised.

    “You what? Get off me!”

    “I will get off, all right.” He smirked. “You see, I’ve been keeping my eyes on you for a while. You’re beautiful but you’re in pain. Let me take that pain away from you… let me love you…”

    His hand resolutely in her mouth, he kept her there while releasing himself from his pants. At the sight of his c**k, she doubled the efforts but he was much stronger than she was. When he victoriously entered her, she screamed and screamed in her head.

    But no one listened.