Page 102 of Corrupt Game

Rossi arrived a few minutes later. It was all business with him, as usual.

He carried a plate full of fruit, toast and bacon.

“Make sure that you clear the plate of food,” Rossi ordered.

I stared at him. I was drained, and still weak enough moving around was hard.

“Ian is in meetings because he came back early. He wants to make sure that you have a proper meal.” He set the plate down, not quite concealing his concern.

Kindness felt strange coming from him but I would welcome it.

Breakfast eaten, I showered, feeling completely bratty and not wanting to do anything Ian had trained me for the past two months. I took the butt plug out and left it in the shower. The dungeon basement where he kept me had gotten very old.

Granted, it was one of the nicest basements I’d ever seen, and was three times the size of any apartment I have ever lived in, but it was still a place to hold me against my will.

I wasn’t going to be his toy any longer. If he couldn’t accept the things I had to offer, then he wasn’t going to get my cooperation. I thought we’d gotten past this when we talked, but apparently we hadn’t.

Ian was playing some kind of new game, and I was going win this one. I had an advantage. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Rossi looked at me suspiciously as I walked out dressed and ready for work. I’d done everything he’d asked without any type of complaint, which was in and of itself suspicious.

When we reached the office, I worked non-stop on the new requirements and specifications for the project we were trying to get finished. I felt bad that my not eating had caused a delay, and we were already on a tight company deadline.

I’d seen Ian throughout the day as he passed through going to meeting after meeting, but there wasn’t a chance for more than a passing glance.

Ian didn’t show up that evening with food again, but Rossi faithfully brought me another one of my favorites. He sat there eating his food at the same time, but didn’t make any attempt at conversation. I preferred it that way.

This was a new turn of events, and this time I ate everything he’d brought down. I wasn’t going to lose my will to fight this battle. I needed to regain my strength. That was all the mind games he placed in my head. Sure, I’d chosen this, but not at the cost of my health and mental wellbeing.

Day two began in much the same way as yesterday had with Rossi escorting me to work again. Only this time, Ian was sitting at his desk, acting as if nothing had happened between us.

It was time to show him how things were going to be in this new type of equation.

I was done being ignored and pushed to the side. I understood he was a busy man, but that didn’t mean he could run from his emotions or act like they’d never happened.

It was time to put a stop to his control over me.

I walked in and put my hands on his desk, waiting for him to notice me. I shook inside. Confrontation had never been a problem for me, but now, with him, it meant everything.

He finally looked up and cleared his throat.

“Is something wrong, Collette?”

His calm, cool, collected tone made me want to scream. I wanted him to break his damn control.

“Yes, everything is wrong.” I shot a glance at Rossi, but he wasn’t going anywhere and the large oak doors on his office were closed, keeping anyone out in the lobby area from overhearing me.

“I gave myself to you. When I was sick, you rushed to my side. You were caring and attentive. Then we talked and I thought we’d come to an agreement. Now, I’m back in the basement and you’re brushing me aside.” I took my arm and swept it across the desk in anger, knocking everything to the floor. I heaved at the emotions rolling around inside of me, bursting to come out.

“What kind of horrible person are you? Am I just a piece of property to you that you can make sure that I’m alive? Do you think you can take me out and look at me when it suits you? Am I just nothing?” I yelled at him before dissolving into tears and fleeing into the bathroom.

I shocked myself with the tears. I knew the anger was clawing to be unleashed, but the tears. That was new. He was the only person who brought them out of me. I had never cried as much as I have over him.

Ian waited a few minutes before knocking on the door. “Collette, are you okay? If you want to come out, we can talk about a few of those things.”

I couldn’t believe that even with all that I’d just yelled at him, he still was putting limits on our relationship.

I scoffed and blew my nose.