away. Once I’m a few steps from him he reaches out and grabs my wrist. I yelp from how tight he’s holding onto me. He pulls me to him before picking me up and throwing me onto the bed roughly.
“Rodger…” He places his hand over my mouth to quiet me.
“Shh,” he says softly. “You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”
I shake my head, and he removes his hand from my mouth. “Good girl.” He places a soft kiss on my lips before his hands move up my thighs. He lifts the hem of my white cotton dress high enough to expose my panties. “This dress it too short.” He sighs heavily—disappointed in my choice of outfit. “No woman of mine should be showing off what’s mine.” His fingers dig into my hips, and I arch my back biting my lip to keep from making any noise. I don’t wanna make him mad.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe when he doesn’t let up. The pain making me cave.
He smiles. “Show me how sorry you are.” He stands up off of me and unzips his khakis. “Show me the good girl you can be instead of the slut that you look like.”
“Tabatha?”
I snap out of my memory when Dash says my name. I blink a few times before I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly noticing our waiter had brought our food out as well.
“What type of person?” he asks, and I frown.
“Excuse me?” I ask confused. What were we talking about?
“You said I’m done with being that type of person . What did that mean? What type of person were you when you were with him?” His voice is soft and concerning.
I look down at the table and give a little smile to myself. Rodger had truly taken a strong-willed woman and turned her into a fragile piece of glass that he wanted to periodically break. See, to him, he was the only one able to glue me back together. That gave him power. I gave him the power. But now, now I’m stronger than I ever was before.
“Weak,” I say as I look him in the eyes. “I’m no longer weak.”
He frowns. “I can’t see you being the weak type.”
I let out a little laugh before I lean over the table and speak quietly. “Don’t think you know me because I let you fuck me.”
His eyebrows raise to his hairline, and I sit back with a sour look on my face. How dare him! He doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know how much I’ve hated myself. That one night at his party was supposed to be fun and bring back the old me. Instead, I had sex with someone who is currently not going anywhere.
Fuck! I can’t catch a break!
“Sweet pea?”
I look up from my pasta that I haven’t even touched and watch my dad as he walks back to the table. “Yes Daddy?” I ask
“Are you okay?” He looks down at my food then to me.
I nod with a smile on my face. “Yes.”
“Well, I’m going to go make another phone call. I will be right back.” He kisses me on the head and then walks off leaving me there with Dash once again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You’re fine,” I say to my plate.
“I’m not going to pretend that I know you or what happened between you and him. But I want you to know that if you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you.”
I sit and stare into his soft gray eyes wondering why he seems to care so much. For a man, he’s beautiful. The button up shirt he wears shows off his broad shoulders and hard chest that I’ve run my hands up and down. The sleeves are rolled back exposing his tan forearms. His curly, dark hair is gelled making it look as if it’s still wet from his shower. His chiseled jawline and pouty lips make him look like he belongs on the cover of GQ. He’s probably a player. A man who gets his kicks by making woman feel like they’re special when in reality they are nothing to him but a piece of meat. A way to stroke his ego. Something I’ve done for him several times already in the past week. How many other girls have done the same thing just this week?
“Why?” I ask in all honesty.
He frowns. “Why? Because I
“Rodger…” He places his hand over my mouth to quiet me.
“Shh,” he says softly. “You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”
I shake my head, and he removes his hand from my mouth. “Good girl.” He places a soft kiss on my lips before his hands move up my thighs. He lifts the hem of my white cotton dress high enough to expose my panties. “This dress it too short.” He sighs heavily—disappointed in my choice of outfit. “No woman of mine should be showing off what’s mine.” His fingers dig into my hips, and I arch my back biting my lip to keep from making any noise. I don’t wanna make him mad.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe when he doesn’t let up. The pain making me cave.
He smiles. “Show me how sorry you are.” He stands up off of me and unzips his khakis. “Show me the good girl you can be instead of the slut that you look like.”
“Tabatha?”
I snap out of my memory when Dash says my name. I blink a few times before I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly noticing our waiter had brought our food out as well.
“What type of person?” he asks, and I frown.
“Excuse me?” I ask confused. What were we talking about?
“You said I’m done with being that type of person . What did that mean? What type of person were you when you were with him?” His voice is soft and concerning.
I look down at the table and give a little smile to myself. Rodger had truly taken a strong-willed woman and turned her into a fragile piece of glass that he wanted to periodically break. See, to him, he was the only one able to glue me back together. That gave him power. I gave him the power. But now, now I’m stronger than I ever was before.
“Weak,” I say as I look him in the eyes. “I’m no longer weak.”
He frowns. “I can’t see you being the weak type.”
I let out a little laugh before I lean over the table and speak quietly. “Don’t think you know me because I let you fuck me.”
His eyebrows raise to his hairline, and I sit back with a sour look on my face. How dare him! He doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know how much I’ve hated myself. That one night at his party was supposed to be fun and bring back the old me. Instead, I had sex with someone who is currently not going anywhere.
Fuck! I can’t catch a break!
“Sweet pea?”
I look up from my pasta that I haven’t even touched and watch my dad as he walks back to the table. “Yes Daddy?” I ask
“Are you okay?” He looks down at my food then to me.
I nod with a smile on my face. “Yes.”
“Well, I’m going to go make another phone call. I will be right back.” He kisses me on the head and then walks off leaving me there with Dash once again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You’re fine,” I say to my plate.
“I’m not going to pretend that I know you or what happened between you and him. But I want you to know that if you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you.”
I sit and stare into his soft gray eyes wondering why he seems to care so much. For a man, he’s beautiful. The button up shirt he wears shows off his broad shoulders and hard chest that I’ve run my hands up and down. The sleeves are rolled back exposing his tan forearms. His curly, dark hair is gelled making it look as if it’s still wet from his shower. His chiseled jawline and pouty lips make him look like he belongs on the cover of GQ. He’s probably a player. A man who gets his kicks by making woman feel like they’re special when in reality they are nothing to him but a piece of meat. A way to stroke his ego. Something I’ve done for him several times already in the past week. How many other girls have done the same thing just this week?
“Why?” I ask in all honesty.
He frowns. “Why? Because I
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