Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
His whore following closely behind him.
I coarsely removed myself away from Devon, and watched their car leave the parking lot. I didn’t look at him the entire time that I walked to his car. He tried to say something to me when he got in, but I ignored him. He drove up to some hotel and I stared out the window. When I saw him walk out of the lobby with a key in hand, I got out of the car, and we made our way into the room.
He walked in first and closed the door behind me.
“Bambi, I’m so sorr—”
I turned around to face him, unbuttoning my blouse at the same time. “You want to play?”
His face scrunched up, disillusioned and frustrated, but I paid him no mind.
“Come on, Devon, you know you want to? Let’s play…”
“Stop.”
“Stop what? Stop what I do? Is it because I don’t allow you to pay that you feel like you’re not a client?”
“Brooke,” he forewarned.
I got to the last button and my blouse opened. “I’ll let you stick it in my ass. Don’t you want to feel what my tight asshole feels like?” I taunted, walking toward him.
“I mean it, stop it. Let’s talk about this. You don’t need to do this. You don’t need to hide from me.”
“I’m sick of your shit! This is your fucking fault! I was fine before you! And I will be fine after you! Don’t get it twisted, Devon, you’re nothing to me. Just another big dick I can ride. I go back to work the day after tomorrow. I’m a VIP. That’s who I am,” I viscously spewed.
“I know you’re hurting. I understand,” he reasoned, pissing me off more.
I snidely smiled. “Let me suck your cock. Please…” I mocked, inches away from his face.
He pulled the hair away from my face and looked deep into my eyes. “Bambi, it’s okay. It’s okay to cry. Let me be here for you.”
I pushed him. I shoved him with all the strength I could muster, and his back hit the wall.
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I didn’t have time to acknowledge or even think about what just happened because she came at me.
“FUCK YOU! I hate you! I hate you!” she repeated, hitting me all over my face. I tried to block each and every advance. She pushed me and hit me; I let her.
I let her take out all her frustrations on me.
I let her take out all her sadness on me.
I let her use me like I was her punching bag.
I let her use me like I was her father.
Because that’s what she was picturing…
“It’s your fault that I feel anything! You did this to me! You made me like this! Why? Why? Do you not understand that I don’t need you! Do you not understand that I don’t want you! Why did you do this to me! I never did anything to you; I never asked for this! I fucking hate you, Devon!” she screamed so loud that I felt like my ears were bleeding, never letting up on hitting and pushing me.
“Brooke, calm the fuck down.”
“FUCK YOU! You piece of shit! You manipulator; you liar!”
That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I roughly grabbed her wrists and dragged her onto the floor, placing all my weight on her.
She fucking spit at me. She spit right in my face and it landed in between my cheek and nose.
“Listen to me because I will only say this once. I have never lied to you. I hate that you have had to go through that. I hate that you feel like you’re nothing more than a VIP. You have no idea how much you’re worth, Bambi, especially to me. I’m so sorry that you had to see that, but your father is right.”
Her eyes widened.
“He’s your dad and he’s done right by you! The marriage he has with your mother has nothing to do with you. He loves you. You’re lucky to have had a dad like him. Lucky,” I reaffirmed.
“Get. Off. Of. Me.”
“Not until you understand what the fuck I’m saying.”
“I can’t believe you’re siding with him. I can’t believe you have the balls and audacity to say this to me.”
“It’s the truth! You want real? You want pain? You want sadness? My dad beat the living shit out of me, Brooke, since I was six years old. He beat the shit out of my mom, to the point that she couldn’t move off the goddamn floor. You see those scars on my body; they each have a story. The time he beat me with a belt, till he drew blood. The time he took a lead pipe and knocked me unconscious. The time I jumped in front of my mother because I thought he was going to kill her; he beat me within an inch of my life. The time I thought I was dying because there was so much fucking blood.”