Chapter 18

I ignore the messages and go to bed. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow, but it was a restless sleep. I was tossing and turning. Dreams of Jon kissing me, but instead of saying goodnight he grabs my hair and forces me to my knees saying he knows I’m just a slut so stop hiding it and suck his cock.

Then he is pinning me down and fucking me, forcing me the way Richard does, just using me and calling me a slut and a whore. I woke up late the next morning and honestly don’t remember much of the day.

That night I am wearing a white spaghetti strap top under a gray zip-up hoodie and jeans. When I get to work the parking lot is packed with cars from both shifts as we prepare for shift change. I find a spot and park. As I walk up to the building and look around.

I don’t see Richard’s car and I am relieved. I get inside, punch in, and get to my desk. I make small talk with a few of my coworkers who stop by before heading home for the night and check my email. As the last of the day shift team heads out Richard walks in. It’s just me and him tonight. I busy myself with emails and getting settled in as he passes my desk.

“Hey Mariah,” Richard says casually, “How was your weekend? Do anything fun?”

“Nothing special.”

“That’s cool, he says, “Me and my wife went to Olive Garden, we had a nice meal.”

I look up at him to see he is staring at me with a grin. I quickly look away and back to my screen.

“I’m gonna grab some coffee,” he says suddenly. “Do you want some coffee?”

I shake my head no and he shrugs. Without another word, he heads to the break room and makes a pot of coffee. When he’s done he pours himself a cup, then walks backs to his desk. My skin crawls as he passes my desk but Richard doesn’t even look at me. The night goes by slowly. A few calls here and there, Richard gets up from his desk a few times to refill his mug, but other than that nothing.

After a few hours, I am feeling a bit tired so I get up to stretch my legs and some coffee as well. As I stand in the break room Richard joins me, pours himself another cup of coffee and stands there quietly drinking it. I finish my cup and set the mug in the sink. I fill it with water. Just as I am about to turn away from the sink Richard pins me to the counter from behind with his body, he grabs my hips and leans in and nuzzles my neck. I struggle to get away but he holds me there tight.

“How was your date?” He says in my ear, “Did you take him home and let him fuck you?”

“N-no,” I whimper. “It was our first date.”

“Does that matter to a slut like you.” Richard hisses in my ear. “I bet you wanted to fuck him, didn’t you?”