“It needs to settle. Otherwise it will be like soup.” I tell him and he nods, placing the spatula down then cups my cheek.
“So sweet Angel. I love you.” He coos and I want to vomit. I bite the inside of my lip as he waits for me to respond.
“I love you too, Kenneth.” I lie and he sits down beside me, placing his hand on my bare thigh. My body freezes because I do not want his hands anywhere on me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to fake this. Not when I’m in fight or flight mode.
“See, it’s not so bad finally admitting your true feelings for me. I knew I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you. Such a sweet sexy little angel. Do you remember the minute you fellin love with me?” he asks and I bite my cheek, trying to think quickly of a time I can use.
“The first time we had sex.” I tell him and he smiles.
“Ahh, that was an amazing night. You took my virginity, Lyla. I saved it for you.” he tells me and my eyes widen. What the fuck? This man is a fucking lunatic.
“For me?”
“Yes, for you. It’s only ever been you, baby.” he smiles again as his hand moves higher up my thigh. My legs start to tremble the closer he gets to my panties.
“Ca-can we eat now. I’m starving.” I say and he winks.
“Can I eat you first? I would love to watch you enjoy the meal while I enjoy mine.” He asks but I shake my head and he raises a brow.
“Sorry Angel. But you don’t get a choice.” he growls, picking up the spatula and digging it into the pan and slapping a slice onto my plate. “Now eat!” he orders, turning my chair to face him as he gets on his knees, spreading my legs and pulling me towards him. He looks up at me and growls. “I said EAT!” He yells making me jump as he rips my panties from my body and shoves his face between my legs. I dig my fork into the pasta and shove it into my mouth as his tongue hits my clit. I jump and he digs his fingers into my thighs roughly making me wince.
Tears fall down my face because I hate this. I want to go home. I want to get away from him but I can’t help what my body makes me feel as he uses his tongue. I take another bite as a finger sinks into me causing my legs to tremble. More tears fall down my cheeks but I quickly wipe them away trying so hard not to pay attention to what he is doing to me.
I just keep thinking of Case. All I want is Case. I want to go home to him. I don’t want to fucking be here. Maybe if I just keep thinking of the man I truly love. This night will end faster and I’ll finally get to leave here.Only one could hope right?
Case
Where's Lyla?
The sun shining brightly through the window wakes me up and I groan.It’s too fucking bright for this shit. Fuck!
Rolling over, I pull the blanket up and throw it over my head. Taking a deep breath my eyes snap open and I jolt out of bed, stumbling a bit.Lyla. Where is she?Grabbing on to the wall I steady myself and wipe the sleep from my eyes.Fuck, I need something for this headache! Shit!
Leaving the room I walk down the steps and into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet I get what I need and grab a bottle of water, chugging it down. Now, where the fuck is my phone? Looking around the living room then the foyer I don't see it anywhere. Bending down I grab my pants from last night and check my pockets. Bingo! Pulling it out, I light up the screen and see all the missed calls I have along with numerous voicemails. Hitting the button, I put it on speaker and listen as I sit on the couch.
“Case, please call me back or meet me at the house. Please let me explain. You deserve the truth, even if it ruins what we had just please hear me out.” She pleads and I growl but the voicemail doesn’t end. I can hear the rain pouring in the background while she’s driving. “Oh my god!” she screams and my heart drops as commotion and glass shattering rings out.What the fuck?My hands begin to shake and anger radiates through my chest and limbs the more I listen. “Someone? Anyone? Please help me!” she cries out, then I hear footsteps crunching against the gravel or maybe it’s glass. I’m not entirely sure. “No, no, no!” she yells and my hand grips my phone tightly. Someone ran her off the road? Was that the accident from last night? No! It can’t be!
Getting up from the couch as I continue to listen to the shuffling of the phone, I grab my keys and leave the house. A door screeches open and she screams. . “No, let me go.” and he laughs. I clench my jaw as I ball my hands into fists around the phone. “I told you Angel, we weren’t finished yet!” he growls at her and the line goes dead. Someone took her! That fuck Kenneth! He is the only one I know that calls her Angel. That fucking note he left called her just that.How the fuck am I going to find him? I’ve got nothing to go on.
“Fuck!” I roar, dropping my phone and pounding my fists against the roof of my car. “He took what is mine! That sick motherfucker. I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking burn his body alive if he hurt a hair on her perfect little head. So fucking help me god!” I yell, picking up my phone then get into my car, starting her up. I have no idea where the fuck I’m going but I need to see if her car is still at the crash site. I need to see the damage. So I pull out of the driveway and head toward the highway, trying to remember exactly where the accident was last night. I do remember that it was before the exit toward home so maybe if I drive two exits down and head back to the house I’ll see something. Anythingat this point. I don’t know how finding the crash site is going to help me but I have to do something.
Driving up then down the highway I finally see the track marks. I put my hazards on and pull over, getting out of the car quickly. I follow the tire marks in the grass then see the glass and her belongings in the ditch. Climbing down, I slide in the fresh dirt and my hand gets cut up in the leftover glass. I stand and shake my hand out, wiping them off on my pants. I look around and see her purse and phone laying in the rubble. When I passed here last night they must’ve taken her car, that's the only thing I can think of.
Picking up her stuff, I head back to my car and plug in her phone. I scroll through her contacts to see if Kenneth is in there but he isn’t. Fuck! Who else would know about this guy? What was her friend's name? Shit! I’m really not good at this. But then something dawns on me. I grab my phone and scroll down and hit call.
“Hello, Mr. Knight. How can I help you?” Colette asks.
“Hey, Colette. Your girl Mercedes is missing. Do you know about a man named Kenneth?” I ask and she gasps.
“Wait. How do you know Mercedes is missing?” She asks and I take a deep breath.
“Lyla is my step sister. I didn’t know she was Mercedes until last night. We got into an argument. I stormed out and she never came home. She left me a voicemail of her getting into a wreck and the man who calls her Angel took her.” I tell her.
“Come to the house. I will help you get her back.” She says ending the call. I place my phone down and get back on the highway. Hope fills my chest as I head to Velvet Veil. I really hope she has the information I need. Otherwise I’m afraid Lyla will be gone forever. She can’t be. I don’t accept that fate for her or for us. I need to find her and I’ll use every resource I have to do so. But first, let’s see what the Madame has for me.
Pulling up to the house, I get out and walk right through the front door. Colette is pacing the front room I assume waiting for my arrival.
“Oh, thank god. Come with me.” She says walking towards her office. I follow behind and enter the room shutting the door behind me. I take the seat opposite her and she hands me a folder. “Normally, this goes against the NDA you all signed and I could get into legal trouble showing you this but I really don’t give a shit.” She states and I nod, opening the file. “Did she tell you about Kenneth?” She asks me and I shake my head.
