Chapter 8

Blae POV

I walk towards the bathroom not even looking in the mirror. I strip and get into the shower. Afterwards I grab one of his shirts and some panties and lay down defeated. The fight I put up was squashed like a bug. He became so angry and deranged. I thought he was going to kill me. I'm really surprised no one called the cops. I might have to go to my dad, he's the lieutenant at the police station. That has to be enough to help me build a case against him, right. I reach for my bag with my phone in it and call my dad. But can I really put Thayer behind bars. If not at the very least his reputation will be ruined. I don't know why I care. My dad picks up and he sounds like he's already made it to work.

"Uh hi dad just wanted to ask can I reschedule dinner Saturday because I have a date."

"Sure thing, is this the same guy you were with last weekend?" I was too worried about you going missing to ask last time we talked."

"We are just going out for now dad nothing serious." I hear the door open and close.

"Dad I gotta go, I'll call you later."

Thayer walked in and said, " who was that."

"My dad."

"You're supposed to be resting."

"I was getting ready to lay down now and pick a movie."

"You don't have to cook; I'll make us some sandwiches."

I really didn't feel like eating, I am in too much pain. He saw me wince and brought me pain meds. I took two and lay my head on the pillow to rest.

"I want you to quit your job."

Shit, well this day keeps getting better and better.

"Why,” I asked.

"Because I said so."

"Thayer, you can't just run my life; we are not married, I can't depend on you to take care of me."

"I can and I will. You don't need to work. You no longer have rent or bills and I will add you to my credit card account. Why do you want to continue working, is there someone there for you that you want to see."

"No Thayer, of course not. I just have stuff I want to buy or keep, like my independence."

"Did you just get smart with me."

"No."

"Then quit the fucking job or I'll have you fired."

My eyes grew big with surprise and tears.

"What about my book club?"

"How often do you meet."

"Once a week."

"Yes, you can keep meeting with them for now."

Unbelievable.!

"Thayer, I don't want to do this with you. I mean look at my face. I can't fight you; I can't even talk back, please let me keep my job."

"No," he growls.

"Fine,'' I said with as much attitude as I can.

"Blae I need you here, near me, with me."

I felt warm and tingly after that remark and hated myself for it.

We laid in bed for the rest of the day, Thayer massaged my whole body and rubbed my feet. After he left for work the next morning, I got up to pee in the spacious bathroom. I looked in the mirror and almost cried at the site. My face looked like it was stung by bees and it was also discolored and swollen. I take all my emotions and bury them. What else can I do? I already tried to fight and lost. I don't want to involve my parents yet. I get back in bed after my nap. I will cook, this seems to be the beginning of my servitude.

One week later...

My swelling has gone down and I have had enough of this place. I'm ready to go. Thayer has been really sweet to me lately. He cooks for me and we watch Netflix in bed all the time. We haven't even had sex, I know he wants to. My book club meeting is today and I’m ready to leave.

"I don't want you to go."

Damn. "Thayer please don't change your mind. You said I could have this." Tears start forming in my eyes.

"Fine, but you better have your phone on you and answer when I call."

"Ok Thayer. I was hoping to go see my parents."

"Fine, I'll take you."

"Uh ok, will you want to meet them."

"Why else will I be taking you, now grab your stuff and let’s go."

"Thayer, I don't think." I didn't finish that sentence. His eyes start to flash.

"Thayer please, calm down," I said walking backwards, but that only made him come forward. I feel the door at my back. I put my hand on his chest and that made his eyes flash, but with lust. He dives in and kisses me hard.

I grab his hair and kiss him back. Damn this man can turn me into mush. My core started to throb and I'm ready to do something about that. Until I remember my book club meeting and wanting to leave this apartment.

I break the kiss; we are both breathing heavy.

"Ok let’s go." I said. I grab the keys to his truck and stand by the door.

"This shit ain't over," he said. His phone beeps in his pocket and I'm curious about that, it's been doing it all week.

"W-who is that,” trying to sound brave, but falling short.

"My PA," he says.

"She's been needing you all week, even after work."

"Yes, why, are you questioning me,"

"No."

"Let’s go."

We head to my book club meeting and he drops me off saying he'll be back in an hour. Upon arrival I'm greeted by Jennifer, Allison, Cindy and Scott. My book club peeps. We instantly dive in about the latest historical novel.

Scot says, "why all her female characters are obsessed with guys telling them that he loves them, I mean this is the 16 century they better be lucky the guy even treated them right. Most lairds or lords had bastards and 4 side pieces."

Jennifer says, "because as long as he loves them everything will be fine, love stems from respect and loyalty."

"But didn't he show his love throughout the whole book, why did she need to hear the words, I was kinda hoping he'll just lie to her and get it over with," says Scott.

"Whatever," said Allison, " what's the latest on the renaissance fair."

" Are we still ago." Everyone says yes but me.

"Blae are you in."

"I'll have to ask Thayer."

"Who," they all say. "He's my (what the hell is he to me), friend.”

"Okaaaay," Cindy says.

"I'll let you know guys, but I definitely want to go.”