13

Summer

Eric wants me to join him for dinner.

As if I’m an actual guest at his house.

It would be laughable if I weren’t such a nervous wreck and if my ass didn’t hurt so much. I can barely sit.

My plan was to avoid him at all costs, not join him for dinner.

I was doing a good job with my plan until Lyssa informed me an hour ago Eric was on his way home and wanted to eat with me.

I’m already anxious enough as it is about seeing my father on Sunday and going to the funeral next week, I don’t need him adding to my debacle.

I stayed in my borrowed room near enough the whole day, still feeling cum on me even though I showered twice last night—not because I thought it was disgusting—which is actually disturbing. I tried to cleanse myself because his stuff on me felt like a mark of ownership. And the scent of sex along with the fucking taste of him was screwing with me.

After last night, I know I can lie to myself all I want and believe he is just like every other man who’s used me and toyed with me, but… The truth is even though he is using me and toying with me, there’s something about him that appeals to me. It more than attracts me to him and that’s not good. It’s not even that it’s the wrong time, it’s just not good. Period.

And he isn’t good either.

Not a good man and I hate the assholish manner in which he speaks to me.

I won’t lie either and say I wasn’t hurt after the way he threw me out of his room. He treated me like some two-bit whore, or rather the way you treat someone who works at Club Montage.

The girls may get paid a fuck ton of money per night, but what I call fuck ton is less than pocket change to men with deep pockets who earn millions and billions.

I also couldn’t help feeling even more like shit when I saw another woman here last night. Again very beautiful just like the last one. And blonde like the last one too. Must be his type.

I saw her when I went into the kitchen to get some coffee. I’d planned to stay in my room, but I needed something hot.

There’s a light knock on the door. I know it’s Lyssa before she pushes the door and comes in. Eric wouldn’t knock.

“He’s home and dinner is all ready,” she announces with that bright smile she’s greeted me with all day.

She also looks proud of herself, probably because of what she said she was making for dinner. It’s a roast. Earlier she was telling me about what she was making and it sounded delicious.

“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Sure, how are you feeling?”

I’ve been grateful that she asks me how I’m feeling as opposed to if I’m okay. Anyone who looks at me can see I‘m not okay.

“I’m not too bad.” That’s a half truth.

As I take note of her concern an idea comes to me because she speaks Russian. I want to be armed when I see Eric and since I don’t know what the hell he said to me last night it would be good to have some idea in case he tries it again. Especially since it sounded threatening.

“Lyssa, can I ask you a few questions? It’s about some Russian words I heard.”

“Sure?”

“Thank you, what does moya Kukla mean?” That’s one of the phrases I remember. Eric said it so fast though I could be wrong.

She smiles which is a good sign. “That’s like my doll, my baby doll.”

Christ.That fits. He’s been calling me that since I got here. But maybe it was what he said before that I didn’t catch that is more important.

“What about tvoyu kisku?” I think that’s what it sounded like and now that I’ve said it I wish I hadn’t.

Tags: Faith Summers Dark Syndicate Dark
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