22:16
I walked into Caleb’s office.
He smiled.
Ran his fingers into my hair and pulled me toward him.
Caleb.
But he was already gone.
He started kissing me.
I got angry and shoved him.
Damn it, Caleb!
He jerked me back, spun me around and pressed me against the glass.
I heard him pulling down his zipper.
Caleb, damn it!
I couldn’t move.
Mike! I screamed. Michael!
Security burst in and instantly dragged Caleb off me.
I tried to breathe.
On his knees.
Five guys forced Caleb onto his knees.
I burst into tears.
Mike.
Miss.
Hug me, I need support.
He nodded.
And I sat down on the floor, crying.
Michael was holding me.
Don’t touch her, you freak, don’t you dare touch her — Caleb was almost purple with rage.
Don’t you dare hug her.
But he wasn’t going anywhere.
The guys were holding him in a dead grip.
I cried, and it got easier.
Mike helped me up.
Mike.
He nodded and the guys put their headphones on.
Now it’s just Caleb and me here.
I grabbed a vase and smashed it over his head.
Caleb’s pupils rolled back but he didn’t black out.
I pulled out a gun.
Two shots into his kneecap.
Caleb howled in pain.
I asked them to hold him straighter.
And shot him in the ribs.
At this distance, rubber bullets will break his ribs and most likely cause internal bleeding and damage to internal organs.
Tears came to Caleb’s eyes from the pain.
But anger and adrenaline were taking over.
I waved at security.
And they let him go.
I signaled to Mike and five more guys walked in.
Ten total.
Caleb froze.
I walked up to him, still crying.
Go on, sweetheart, unzip it — where’s your dick?
You fucking bastard, let’s have sex!
He winced in pain.
What? Now we’re equal. Now we’re even, you fucking freak.
And I spat at him.
You fucking asshole.
You’re almost six times stronger than me, you’re bigger than me, you piece of shit.
I had to bring ten guys with me to protect myself, you piece of shit.
Caleb’s face filled with tears.
Everything in me was craving revenge.
What, freak — not pleasant?!
It happens, you fucking freak. When you’re humiliated, lying there unable to move, and some rich piece of shit decides you’re pretty and it wouldn’t be bad to fuck you.
And suddenly it’s not about desire. It’s about surviving.
Do you understand, you fucking freak?!
I spat again.
What? Come on, let’s have sex?!
Doesn’t turn you on, does it, you fucking asshole?! Not so fun anymore?
We’re equal, freak. You want to dominate? I can too.
These guys will do everything I say.
You want to know what it’s like when you’re immobilized and someone suddenly feels the urge?
You fucking bastard.
Caleb tried to get up.
I ordered security to leave.
Sweetheart — he was crawling toward me.
I kicked him in the jaw.
I started undressing.
Come on, Caleb, let’s have sex. Look how hot I am.
But it goes by your script.
Okay?
Let’s say you’re helpless, and I want sex right now.
Come on, take your pants off, you bastard.
Sweetheart…
What? What? I’m not reacting. I’m not listening.
Because I don’t give a fuck what you’re saying. Everything in me is burning. I need it now.
I don’t care about your feelings, you fucking freak.
I want sex. Undress.
I pulled out a baton.
And hit his legs.
You’ll break his legs. He needs an ambulance — my brain.
I nodded.
Piece of shit.
Sweetheart, please, sweetheart…
I walked out of the office.
Security turned away.
Mike.
Miss.
Give me your jacket.
Of course, miss.
And he covered me with his jacket.
I returned to the car in fury.
Call an ambulance — my brain.
He’ll survive.
9:06
Sweetheart.
I declined the call.
That’s already the 12th missed call.
And I sat down to have breakfast.
Miss.
I rolled my eyes.
Is it him? — without a sound.
The butler nodded.
I nodded tiredly.
And gestured, go ahead.
Sweetheart, I’m begging you, don’t hang up.
What do you want, you bastard.
Sweetheart, please forgive me.
I’ll forgive you, you asshole, if you call every single one of your exes and listen to each of them. Do you understand, you freak?
And don’t you dare not buy them everything they ask for.
But, my little mouse…
I hung up.
Almost a month and a week passed.
I’m blooming. I’m glowing.
I went back to medicine again.
Preparation for the surgical department was in full swing.
At 7 p.m., Caleb showed up.
I spat in his face.
I despise you, you animal.
He carefully wiped his face.
Sweetheart.
I tried not to look at him leaning on a cane.
He must be in a hell of a lot of pain — Hades unexpectedly softened.
I snorted.
What do you want!
I met with the exes.
I turned around.
Honestly, sweetheart.
Honestly.
He dropped to his knees again.
Sweetheart, I’m begging you, don’t walk away.
I rolled my eyes.
And what? You cried about what a miserable freak you are? Poor thing?
No, no, honestly, sweetheart, honestly.
I raised an eyebrow.
He gave me a list.
I tried not to think about the fact that he’d fucked almost his entire office.
And?
I apologized. I listened.
I sincerely regret it, sweetheart.
Really?
And did you give them money, you asshole?
He froze.
I laughed.
There you go, you piece of shit. A bastard like you knows perfectly well how money works.
If a man doesn’t invest money, it means it’s nothing to him. The main indicator is always money. If he paid, then it has value to him.
Caleb raised his hands in surrender.
Alright, alright.
I got angry. Oh, you freak!
I swung at him.
Sweetheart, sweetheart — Caleb, still on his knees, pleaded.
But they didn’t ask.
You’re such an idiot! Of course they didn’t ask. They’re humiliated by a piece of shit like you — asking for money is too much for them. You won’t die. If you need to, you’ll earn more. So that each of them is fully provided for — a house, a car, children, their education. You, you freak, will do everything so they never lack anything. Do you understand me?
S-sweetheart, I— sweetheart, I’m begging you—
Fuck you, you piece of shit.
And I walked into the estate.
A week later, Caleb had fully recovered.
And we sat down at the negotiating table.
I walked into the office with security.
Caleb was sitting straight, but the tremor couldn’t be hidden — his hands were shaking.
He was terribly nervous.
My angel, I missed you so much — he rushed toward me.
Security immediately intercepted the movement.
Sir, you’re not allowed to touch Miss.
He raised an eyebrow.
Then sat down and clenched his knuckles.
I stood up to leave.
I see. This asshole hasn’t changed. Still the same sick psycho.
Sweetheart, sweetheart, please — he pleaded.
I turned around.
And stood there with my arms crossed.
Please, wait.
And three women walked into the office.
I understood they were his exes.
My heart clenched.
They seem happy. Thank God. Probably after this asshole they married normal men.
I shook each of their hands and listened.
The main thing that worried me was whether this bastard had raped them.
Each of them shook her head.
I looked at Caleb.
He folded his hands in prayer, but his leg kept twitching from nervous tension.
I realized he was very afraid of losing me, but I had no desire to use that.
I spoke with the women. Each complained that while she was in a relationship with Caleb, he humiliated them verbally and was often harsh. He could pressure them into decisions, but it did not concern sex. There was no physical violence.
And what about sex?
They confirmed that he could cross boundaries, but there was no real rape.
I grabbed my chest.
A weight lifted off my heart.
So he has brakes.
Thank God this bastard didn’t sink that low.
But then something clicked inside me — that means I’m the first woman he has sex like that with.
In fury, I grabbed the baton.
You fucking bastard!
And I started hitting him.
Caleb shielded himself with his arms.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
The women tactfully left.
I ran out of strength and decided to rest for a moment.
Caleb rushed toward me.
Security stopped it immediately.
I gave permission.
Caleb was released.
He rushed to hug me.
And gently took my face in his hands.
I love you very much.
Please, sweetheart.
I’ll do everything you say.
I grimaced.
I don’t believe you.
He dropped to his knees and began hugging my legs.
Sweetheart, I’ll do anything.
I rolled my eyes.
Fiiiiine.
He lit up.
Get up!
Caleb stood in front of me.
I tugged lightly at his hair.
I asked security to leave.
Caleb stepped closer to me.
And kissed me again.
A pull tightened low in my stomach.
I love you so much, sweetheart, I love you so much.
Tears started streaming down my face.
Caleb, stop this. No more.
It will be the way I said it would be. You’re not going anywhere with any of them.
And no more sex that feels like rape.
I’m tired of fighting you.
I’m not a man.
But with you I have to become one.
I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I understood. I understood.
He greedily kissed my hands.
I slapped him.
You look pathetic.
He laughed.
I was getting ready to leave.
Sweetheart — he gently pulled me toward him.
And kissed my neck.
I began to lose the ground under my feet.
Caleb.
Sweetheart.
He slid his fingers into my hair and squeezed slightly.
His hand slid to my breast and slowly under my skirt.
God, Caleb.
I’m angry at you, you piece of shit.
Sweetheart.
He kissed my neck again.
I realized I didn’t really want to resist, and I wasn’t that angry anymore…
Silk slipped to the floor.
Caleb smirked.
I bit my lip…
Damn asshole.