We move into the living room to watch a movie. I’m not really in the mood for one, but Zo Zo says it will be good for keeping my mind off things. He turns down the lights and locks the doors. I don’t guess it’s odd to lock ones doors and shrug off the weird feeling in my gut. Maybe the baby doesn’t agree with the pizza.
“I’m going to get another beer. You want anything?”
“Nope. I’m good thanks.”
“Go ahead and start looking at the titles they have just about anything you could want on there.”
“Okay.” I take the remote and start looking at the action flicks. I don’t do horror and there is no way I can watch something romantic given my situation.
“Did you tell anyone you were staying here?” He calls from the kitchen.
“Um. No. Don’t think so. Why?” That creepy feeling that something is off washes over me like someone just stepped over my grave.
“No reason.” I hear a loud breaking sound. “Don’t worry just dropped a beer,” he announces.
I take a deep breath and tell myself I am being paranoid. This is Zo Zo. He’d never hurt me but then again, I thought the same thing about Cup
id.
“Any luck?”
“No. Why don’t you pick,” I suggest handing him the remote as he takes up the chair next to mine. His knee touches mine and when I go to move away he puts a hand on my thigh. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but I hope he realizes that we aren’t at the clubhouse and even though I’m not currently with Cupid, I’m not a clubwhore either. I’m my own person. I don’t belong to anyone. The thought makes me smile. My smile though sends the wrong signal to Zo Zo and he squeezes my thigh and gives me this lusty look like he wants me.
“Actually, there is something else I’d love you to watch with me.”
I clear my throat. “Okay.” His grip on my leg is making me uncomfortable.
His phone starts ringing in his pocket, but he hits ignore.
“Don’t you need to get that in case someone needs a tow truck?”
“Nope. Got a prospect covering for me. Figured you shouldn’t be alone tonight.” He turns in his chair and grabs both my arms. “Come over here with me.” He pulls me forward. “As long as you’re with me you’ll never be alone.”
My breath catches in my throat and anxiety bubbles in my throat. “I think I am just gonna call one of the girls and stay at the clubhouse tonight.” My pride can deal. I don’t know what he’s up to, but I have a terrible suspicion it isn’t anything good.
His arms circle around me, forcing me down on his lap. “What’s a matter, MaryAnn. Don’t you like me anymore,” his voice grits in my ear low and predatory. “I want you to watch this movie with me. I think you’ll really enjoy it.”
“Of course, but I just don’t think Cupid would like it if he knew I was here and things are still delicate with us. You know with the baby and all.” I ramble hoping that he’s just drunk and being weird.
“Shh, no one has to know what goes on between friends.” His fingers rub over my breasts as a video starts to play. At first there is nothing on the screen but a bed. Zo Zo’s bed at the clubhouse. “Look at you so sexy and hot for me.” He growls as we come into the frame. I turn my head, not wanting to watch. I already know what I will see—him fucking me from behind. His growing erection presses into my bottom and he shifts in the chair, angling right at the crack of my ass. “I know your tight cunt gets so wet for me.” I go tense when he pushes his hand down the front of my pants. “Let me feel.”
“Don’t.” I twist, trying to shrug his other arm that is around my neck away, but this only gives him better access to what he wants.
“Not turned on yet. Don’t worry, you will be. I know what you like.” His fury lips touch my cheek. “Are you watching. Look how perfect we are together. So meant to be together. You don’t need Cupid. You have me.” I struggle against him, but he only chokes me tighter with his inner arm pressed to my throat.
Tears burn in my eyes. “Please, Zo. You don’t want to do this. Not like this,” I croak, gasping for air.
His fingers rub harder, pressing deeper, hurting me. “I’m tired of waiting. You were supposed to be mine. You were supposed to be mine.” His mouth presses to mine, cutting off my air as sobs hiccup in my chest.
I try kicking at him but that only creates more friction between his hand and my body. I hear my own moans coming from the TV and I cry harder. I trusted him. I let him use my body and he developed some sick sense of ownership over me in his mind. How did I not see it? He didn’t give off any signs. Did he?
I crawl inside myself and go completely numb as he drags my limp body to the bedroom. I go back to my nights in my old room with Cupid…with Ryan. I don’t want to think about anything else. His hands are touching me. His lips are caressing my skin as he whispers sweet lies.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.