"Come now, Lisa. Doesn't the forbiddenness of it just call to you? Sleeping with your future husband's father. It's hot as hell." He smirked wickedly at me, undressing me with his eyes.
"If you come near me, I will hurt you. I'm telling you no, so unlock that door and let me out."
"Lisa, it's okay. I will not tell him. Just let me take over."
He was on a mission and it was one I would not let him accomplish. I took my stance, the one I used last night on Davis. I would beat his sorry ass before he ever had time to touch me. Daniel froze for a moment as he noticed my fist held in front of my face. He chuckled at the sight, probably thinking I couldn't do much.
"Lisa, I'm serious. I won't tell Chris. This isn't a test, it's just a deep desire. One I'm sure you feel too."God, this guy was delusional.
"And I'm telling you I don't care about that. I don't want to do this with you."
Daniel slowly continued to make his way towards me, trying to close the space between us. When his hand reached for my wrist, I punched his side, hard, the way Davis taught me. He winced, grabbing his side, surprised by the pain I had brought him.
I kicked behind his knee, using his shock to my advantage. He fell to the floor before me, letting me run past him towards the door. Just as I had unlocked it, he grabbed my hair, pulling me back to him.
He pulled me to his chest roughly, his arm wrapping around my stomach as his lips grazed my neck. My stomach twisted, and I gagged as he kissed my skin.
"Get off me!" I yelled, shoving at his arm around my waist.
I took a breath, trying to calm my mind and find a way out. I was not used to these kinds of situations, and I could feel my mind panicking. My thoughts were jumbled, and it was hard to focus as I tried to remember everything Davis had taught me so far.
I pulled my arm up, elbowing Daniel hard in the stomach behind me. His grip loosened around me for a moment, allowing me to turn and face him. I punched him in the throat, not giving him time to recuperate. I then kneed him in the balls and pushed him back.
I ran out of there so fast, not looking where I was going, and running straight into Chris with tears in my eyes. Never did I think I would be happy to see him, but at this moment, I was. He furrowed his brow as he saw my tears and panicked expression. He looked behind me, finding his dad leaving the bathroom I had just come out of.
"You fucking whore. That's my father!" He yelled, striking me in the face so hard I could taste blood.
My hand instinctively went to the spot, surprised by his accusation. I don't know why I keep over estimating his intelligence. Clearly, he couldn't read a situation correctly to save his life. I pushed down the pain, the anger, the hurt, and ran past him down the stairs and towards the front door.
I fiddle with my phone, almost dropping it as I tried to call Davis. My feet fumbled, almost tripping down the stairs a few times with the speed I was traveling. Thankfully, I caught myself on the rail. There was an urgent need to escape this place and be back in Davis' arms. This was hell on earth and I couldn't survive it.
"Lisa?" Davis' voice echoed from my phone. "I'm coming. Open the door for me."
I didn't have to say a word for him to understand that something was wrong. I rushed to the door, opening it and stepping out into the cool morning air. My eyes caught sight of Davis getting off his bike across the street.
My world came crashing down all around me as I witnessed his feet slide out from under him as my dad’s car hit him. He had been looking at me when he crossed, too focused on reaching me to see the vehicle approaching. He rolled off the hood and onto the road, motionless. A gut wrenching yell escaped my lips as I ran towards him, begging the universe that he not be dead. Dad's chauffeur was freaking out as he ran out of the car, coming around to stand beside Davis and I on the ground.
My eyes caught sight of the blood on the pavement seeping from Davis. The tears wouldn't stop as I crouched over him. He was conscious, but just barely. Felix, the chauffeur, was calling 911 beside me as I held Davis' hand.
"Lisa, what are you doing?" Dad asked as he finally got out of his car. "Do you know this man?"
I nodded my head, unable to say a word through the tears and sobs that were leaving me.
"Who is he to you?" Dad asked, suspecting something was amiss.
I couldn't answer as I continued to sob. I didn't care that Dad saw me caress Davis lovingly. My hands brushed over his face and his hair tenderly as he fought to stay conscious. I kissed his forehead, being careful not to move him. My hand gripped him tightly, refusing to ever let go.
"Lisa, get away from him before Chris sees," Dad demanded, trying to keep the contract in place. I shook my head at him.
"No!" I finally found my voice again. "You can go in there, but I'm never entering that house again. You can ask them what happened, but it'll be more lies than truth. Do what you want, Dad. I am not going through with this any longer."
"The hell you're not! I will not lose half my company because of you. You're getting married to Chris whether I have to drag you there at gunpoint or not."
I was going to argue back, but the sound of the ambulance siren caught my ears. My eyes caught sight of it as it came up the hill towards us. The paramedics quickly hopped down, surrounding Davis, and asking me to step back so they could work. Dad took the chance to put his hand around my arm and hold me tightly in place. He would not let me go, but to hell with it if he thought I wouldn't fight to be by Davis' side.
“Are you riding along?" The paramedic asked.
"No," Dad responded at the same time I told them "yes."
