Obsession (7 page)

Faith

I hear him shouting Malc’s name and I run back towards his office. What the fuck has Jake said to him, to cause him to want Malc right at this moment.

I don’t stop to knock, I just burst through his office door, and stop right in front of him, the amber liquid was sliding effortlessly down his throat, his head was tipped right back as he finished his drink, he slammed the glass down so hard on his desk I thought it was going to smash.

“What happened?” I ask him as his head snapped up to me as if he had only just realised I was there.

“Just leave it Faith, go and wait for me in the living room I will be in soon.” How dare he just order me out who the fuck does he think he is just because we have fucked twice does not give him the power to rule me, hell no!

“I only came to see what was going on, I don’t need a fucking lecture you arsehole.” Rage runs through me at this point and I just want to slap him, across that face, gone is the man who 30 minutes ago had me bent over this desk making me scream for a whole other reason and in his place is the arrogant, self-assured prick of a boss who has to control every little detail of what is going on around him.

“I told you to leave Faith. This does not concern you. It’s my fucking business not yours.” he snaps at me and I feel like a child being told off, to say my mood was really becoming sour was an understatement.

“You know what fine, have it your way I will go.”

I turn around walking back the way I came in, just
who the hell does he think he is
? The arrogant arse, he wants me to go, fine! That’s what I will do. I rush down the hall and pass the living room coming to his bedroom. Stepping inside I slam the door behind me, I don’t care if I am heard, I want to stomp, scream and throw something heavy, preferably at his head. But he hasn’t followed me so I will just have to settle for the wall.

Pulling my bag out of his walk in wardrobe, I stomp around some more pulling my few items of clothes that I brought with me and stuffing them into the bag I don’t care if they are folded or not. I want out of this house.

Zipping up the bag I grab my jacket and bag and set off, the only aim in my head is to get out of this house.

I walk out of the door from the bedroom and head towards the front door of this beautiful house, the natural creams and brown colours that line all the walls make it clean and warm and inviting I wonder who decorated this house was it a ex or a designer or a family member. It just goes to show I hardly know anything about him, the only thing I am certain of is my body’s reaction to his kisses and touches. They make me feel alive something, I did not even realise that I was missing from my life how can one person live everyday but not feel alive, I don’t think I will ever not crave his touch.

I see the door ahead of me and I walk as quickly as I can, when I reach it I see that no one has come looking for me. Pulling open the door I get outside, just as I walk away, I feel the hand clamp around my arm spinning me back around, but it’s not who I expected it to be, “Malc” I breath slightly scared and relieved at the same time.

“Where do you think you’re going Faith, you know you can’t be out here it’s not safe.” His words are a warning but they show that he cares as well.

“Well I’m not staying in there, you should have heard how he spoke to me, and I am not some drone he can order about.”

I realise I do not want to be someone he orders about, damn feelings always stirring up trouble where there should be none, after all if it wasn’t for Damien then I would be at the hands of my father suffering God knows what. “Just give him time to sort his shit out Faith.” I do like Malc’s voice it has a lovely low tone to it, the accent did make him sound sexy and gruff but it was nothing compared to Damien’s, his silky voice makes my insides squirm.

“What does he expect me to do? Just stand there while he dictates to me. That just isn’t going to happen.” As the anger flares up again, it was also embarrassment that I was feeling, the way he had spoken to me like that. That is what really had me running, I know deep down that I do not want to leave, but I’m making a stand, damn it.

“I can’t let you leave you know that, don’t make me manhandle you, I’ve done it before I will do it again little one, I don’t answer to you, he gives me my orders and I listen and follow.” I shrink back a little at the memory of being taken, all that I had come to endure due to my father's actions still burned deep, but to come face to face with the man who had actually taken me. I didn’t know what to feel. On one hand I should run kicking and screaming but on the other, the few times that I had seen him since, he has not hurt me. The way he saved my best friend and has looked after her since, has me wondering about the man he is, I know it’s wrong to push him, but I can't help the snarky comment that leaves my mouth.

“Like a lap dog you mean,” I knew the instant my eyes met his I had pushed him too far, His hands fisted at his sides so quick, I almost missed it, but with my next breath, I was hoisted up over his shoulder his arm clamped around my legs holding them securely to him. He lowered his other arm and picked up my bag and walked back into the house. Well this can’t get any worse, I thought to myself I started smacking his back with my closed fists.

“Put me down you big oaf” I scream, something that isn’t that easy when you are dangling upside down. I can feel the blood rushing to my head as he took his giant strides, the man was solid my stomach hurt from where is shoulder blade was digging in. His arms got tighter around my legs to combat my punches and jerky movements, he chuckled at me and carried on walking into the hall of the house all the while I was screaming, blue bloody murder.

He carries on walking through the house towards the door of Damien’s bedroom.

“Malcolm! Put her down now!” Oh God. Cami’s voice, the tone she used with him sends shivers down my spine he halts suddenly and spins round to look at her.

“I was told to take her back to her room, so that’s what I am doing Camilla.” His tone does not sound amused so he opens the door to Damien’s room and strides right inside.

I know my girl she has this. She will fight tooth and nail for me. Even if she does not like me so much right now, our conversation before had not ended too well.

“You put her down right now, or else.” she paused for a moment, waiting for him to answer. “Malc please put her down.” I feel his body relax under me and he gives into her plea. He places me on the ground holding me steady whilst Cami comes rushing over to me, as she reaches me I fall into her embrace.

“Thank you,” she whispered to Malc. He just nods at her then turns and walks away. Cami walks me back further into Damien’s bedroom. Not knowing where to look I was so embarrassed, thinking about the few people that had witnessed me being carried though the house kicking and screaming like a toddler having a hissy fit. It is not a high point of my life so far.

“What happened Faith?” I did everything I could not to meet her gaze but she waited patiently for me to answer. We are standing at the foot of the bed her arms are holding on to me.

“He told me to leave so I did. Then that big brute brought me back, the rest you know.” I did not mean to snap at Cami really I didn’t, it’s my humiliation that is causing this reaction.

“Are you finished now?” she asks me, so I just nod what more could I do.

“So what happened then and I want the proper version not the spit your dummy out version.” I nod looking at her.

“He shouted at me, told me to get out, that it was not my business.”

“And was it your business what they were discussing.” I shake my head

“He shouted for Malc, and I went running in like a woman possessed.” I admitted she nods at me, she knows what I am like if someone shouts at me I am going to shout back that’s just me.

“So what you’re saying to me, is that you barged into whatever was happening, and jumped the gun as normal.”

I nodded again feeling like an idiot,

“Hang on before, you could not stand him, hated everything he stood for, what has changed?” I question her, she really does not seem that surprised

“Look I’m not saying that I agree with everything he has done but he is keeping you safe Faith, just listen to him and do as he says.” she knows something I could see it in her eyes, she was trying to placate me, I hate it when she pulls the mother routine on me.

“What is it Cami what do you know, tell me please?”

“Look it’s not for me to say, just wait for him to come and tell you, I am not really supposed to know.” I was getting frustrated with her lack of explanation.

“You tell me what you know Cami now! Don’t you dare keep things from me just who do you think you are.”

Her eyes heated and I could feel the anger radiating off her, I feel the sharp slap across my cheek, my face begins to burn, I hiss through my teeth when I realise what the fuck she has just done, I stand ready to slap her back when I am pulled away from behind.

“I can’t let you do that Faith.” it was Malc again why the fuck is he even in here.

“This has nothing to do with you, lap dog. Now let go of me.” I scream struggling against his hold.

“It has everything to do with me….” Cami cut him off by giving him a pointed look and proceeding to get right in my face.

“He is going to sell you again, you silly girl for once in your life listen to people who want to help you.”

I go lax and stopped fighting, oh God no I can’t do this again. What the fuck has gone on now? Malc lets me go, I slump to the floor burying my head in my hands.

“Faith.” I don’t even look up when Damien says my name I am drained emotionally I have nothing left to give so I cry. I let it all out. The hate. The pain. The loss.

“Leave us,” I hear him say to them and I hear the click of the door closing as they leave.

I feel him pick me up off the floor and gently lay me down on the bed, he lies down next to me and pulls me in close. Feeling his arms wrapped around me brings me back from the edge of my meltdown. I open my eyes and look around the room, so glad that it is just Damien and I. I let myself relax into his embrace.

“Why is he still doing this?” I whisper into the room not really caring if I get a response or not. I just want to speak the words it makes it real. I know then that it’s not something I have imagined. It’s something I am living and it’s a hell that I don’t want to live. But without this hell, I would not have Damien wrapped around me right now holding me, keeping me safe, protecting me.

“I won’t let him have you Faith, you are my light I can’t have him try to put you out.”

At his words I sob that little bit harder, not knowing what to say, so I mumble the only thing that feels right at that moment.

“Find him and kill him please.”

“I will, he won’t ever hurt you again baby,”

I drift off into a restless sleep, I know as soon as I see Conner’s face that I am dreaming again, it starts the same way as always, last night I didn’t have the dream, I don’t see Damien, he doesn’t appear. This dream is different. My dad is there and he is laughing at me telling me that he owns me, I am his to do as he sees fit, and he brought me into this world so he has the power to take me out of it.

I startle myself awake with his lingering words in my mind. Gasping I clutch my chest tightly trying to calm my erratic beating heart.

“Faith what’s the matter are you ok?” I hear his voice and I start to nod, I feel the need to pull him close. So I lie back down taking deeper breaths to try and calm myself down.

“Ssh its ok, it was only a dream.” He says to me while running his fingers gently though my hair, he places a gentle kiss against my forehead and it’s what I need to send me back to sleep.

My eyes blink against the bright morning light and I feel something pressed up against my back, that’s when I realise where I am and who is next to me and I feel relieved that he is still here with me. He held me all night, chased away the nightmare and not once did he let me go.

“Morning, are you ok?” he says. Pressing himself closer to me. I smile to myself, before answering him.

“Morning” I say as his hand trails down the front of my body, my breath catches in my throat, he presses light kisses to my ear, and I feel the length of him pressing into the base of my back. I turn to face him and seeing the look in his eyes, I know exactly what I need.