Page 65 of Breaking Vincent
Tom grins, but quickly covers it with a look of sympathy. “David, he's your ex?”
I turn around and look him in the eyes, I’m a tall guy, but this man is dwarfing me. “Oh baby, I told you he was no good for you when I first met you.” He walks closer to me and leans his hip against the sink, before trailing his grimy hands up my side, “You know, I’m happy to provide you with what he obviously couldn’t.”
I turn around and face the sink, “I’m not going near another man again, they are a waste of time.”
He presses his front against my back, something small poking me in the back and I have to force myself not to cringe away from his touch.
“Come on baby, I know what guys like you want. I can hurt you good you know, I’ll make you hurt really good,” he says as his hands wrap around my stomach, sweaty fingers dripping into the waistband of my shorts.
I feel like I’m going to be sick when his lips press against the side of my neck, his grip on me is getting tighter. A second later my phone vibrates in my pocket and I seriously hope that it's David telling me that he's here.
I make eye contact with him through the mirror, sending him my most seductive look I can manage before opening my mouth and screaming, “Ahh get off of me!” I slam my head back and land a hard hit to his mouth. “RED. Please, stop!”
The bathroom door bursts open a second later and I have tears streaming down my face as I rush towards David. “David help me, he wouldn’t stop touching me. I told him I was with you and he wouldn’t let go of me.” More tears slip down my eyes as I tremble out the words, “I-I used my s-safe words, but he wouldn’t stop.”
Even though David knows it's all an act, he still looks furious at the idea of Tom touching me.
“He’s lying! The fucking brat is setting me up!” Tom screams as his mouth pours with blood. William pins him to the wall, I didn’t think he had it in him, but Tom's strength is no match for the fuming club owner.
“I’m not! I saw him corner a boy in the hallway and when I came to confront him, he turned on me and then wouldn’t let me go.” I curl my long arms around David and cry into his hair, “I was scared he was going to hurt me.”
“Get your phone out and call security,” William shouts to David.
It doesn’t take long for the bathroom to fill with security and Tom is being escorted out of the building, he's screaming and shouting as he hurls offensive words at me.
“Can you both just come to my office so I can get the full story of what happened, and then David can take you home and help you calm down,” William asks when the room has fallen quiet.
We sit in William’s office and I start off by showing the video I took of Tom and the boy. William’s jaw is clenched so tightly I’m surprised a tooth hasn't cracked. And then I tell him how I went to confront Tom and how creepy he was to me. I make sure to add some tears, I feel a little bad about lying about the stuff Tom said to me, but the guy is a freak - and not the good kind.
William runs a hand down his tired looking face, “I appreciate you taking the video, but can I ask why you didn’t call for help when it was happening?”
I shrug my shoulders, “I was scared he was going to hurt somebody else; I told the boy to go and find David because I knew he would help.”
“Ok that's fine. Well, Tom has obviously been fired and I’m urging you to press charges and I’ll offer the same to the boy from the video. How about you two head off, it's been a messy night.”
With us being excused, David stands up first and holds a hand out to me.
We don’t talk as we head to the staff room so David can grab his bags and then we walk towards his car. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, but I’m feeling a bit jittery waiting for David to say something.
When we pull up to David's house, I’m vibrating in my seat. He turns the car off and finally turns to look at me, “Are you ok?”
“Uh, yeah I’m fine. You do know that Tom never said any of that stuff to me.”
David reaches his hand out to stroke my face, “I know, Tesoro. But I do know that he was pressed up against you before we came into the room.”
“Are you jealous?”
His nostrils flare, “Fuck no. I just don’t want other guys touching you.”
“And why is that?” I ask as I flutter my lashes at him.
I predict his next move, but I still hiss as he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me closer until our noses are touching.
“Because you’re fucking mine,” he practically growls at me.
A full body shudder wracks over me. Butterflies swish in my stomach… and in my dick.
“Hmm, that's right. I’m yours and you’re mine,” I say as I try to stretch forwards, wanting his lips to press against mine.