His Captive Bride (7 page)

I thought about how he looked and how intense that even his facial fe
atures were. ‘Chiseled’ was the only way to describe his bone structure. When you added the black eyes that had the ability to bore through whoever their victim was at the moment, well, it all only added to the man’s aura of danger.

It
was all serving to suck me into an addiction of him.

“Coffee,” I mumbled.

“Margarita, queremos café.”

“Si puedes hablar español?
” I eyed him, shocked at the newfound revelation of him being bi-lingual.

“Of course he does Manny, don’t yo
u know anything? He is Spaniard.”

“Let’s not go telling all of my secrets chiquitita
.”

Suddenly she grabbed Drake
’s neck and whined, “I don’t have to leave today, do I?”

“You don’t have to leave ever
, if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t l
ie to me, Daddy Drake, she gets a check for me and she won’t let that go.”

“Baby girl, that is the last thing that you need to be worried about; I am not going to lie to you.”

A tear rolls down my cheek, as I realize how much alike that Precious and I are.

Forged in fire!

“Go with Margarita, baby.”

“Gracias, Margarita.” I smile at her
—as I watch her leave carrying my heart—in the form of a little girl.

“Spit it out, ‘little girl lost.’”

“Nothing!” I hiss spit at him, as if he were some predator.

Well he is! He stalks me.

“Just fucking drop it!” I’m answering him defensively because I’m mad. I’m mad because he is getting too close.

I hate you, because you are going to make me love you.

He turns me over on my back, but this time gently.

The son of a bitch licks the tears from my face
, as he slowly and methodically enters me. Watching—no—studying every single, minute detail, of my ever changing expressions, as he takes me to places that I have never, ever ventured.

I hate you…B
ecause you’re going to make me love you…

                  I walk into Drake’s massive Alpha male office and meander around looking.

He turns the speaker
phone on so I can listen.

“Well you just make sure that I get that check
, Drake. Cause I get $600.00 a month for her and that is a lot of money for me.”

“And I’m giving
you $1200. I’m not made of money you know.” He answers into the phone.

I turn around and mouth the word ‘Liar
,’ as I giggle.

I know that he is just trying to make me feel better
, by allowing me to listen in on their conversation.

I know he can’t let these parasites know who he really is
, or they’ll try to milk him dry—or worse yet—I shudder, as the thought crosses my mind and I push it away. His office is full of pictures that he has taken with—and for celebrities.

I tune
out their conversation as I explore my surroundings.

I hear Precious running down the hallway and I panic
, as I turn to alert Drake. Drake is on top of his game and already has it off of speaker phone. He quickly tells her that he has to go and that her check is on its way.

“Manny, Manny, I love it here; I so happy with you.”

“I
am
so happy with you,” I correct her.

“Hey little bit,
what about me?” Drake sniffles, and wipes fake tears away with the back of his hand.

“You are so silly Daddy Drake. It’s your house,
of course I’m happy you are here.” She rolls her eyes at him like he just doesn’t get it.

“Your house too,” he states
, never missing a beat.

Before I have
time to feel left out he adds “And Mandy’s too.’

It is odd the way that Precious calls me
: ‘Manny’ and Drake calls me ‘Mandy’ at times. I wonder about the times that he calls me ‘Little girl lost.’ How does he know so much about me? How did he find me and what intrigued him enough to start stalking me?

Oh well; trying to figure out why Drake do
es what he does is a lost cause, but my curiosity does get the best of me at times.

I turn around and smile
, but my eyes still feel swollen and there is a sadness that surrounds me.

This whole Mom
my thing sucks! I love Precious, but that bitch of a Mother of hers is dragging up a whole of lot emotions that I have had buried for a long time…

                 Rico sat listening as Rosa talked on the phone to the latest man that she was swindling. He couldn’t help but think that if he had $1200.00 a month to give a junkie for her unwanted kid, then there must be more where that came from. He had seen Drake around before and he knew that he had a reputation for being crazy. Drake had an ‘off the charts’ temper and he had witnessed him take down a man twice his size one night, when the man kept pestering him for change—for a drink. He wasn’t in a hurry to get into a confrontation with him, but hell, a bullet between the eyes could tame the craziest of people. He would be looking into this guy and seeing if there wasn’t more to him than meets the eye.

Mandissa

Oh my gosh the man is relentless!

“We need
to have lunch together again Mandissa. If you are serious about branching out into a larger area, then lunch is not an unrealistic request. It is business Mandissa.”

I hate the way the way that he talks down to me. Like he is so far above me, like I should be grateful for his help. He isn’t fooling anyone and he sure isn’t fooling me. Richard is just another control freak.

“There really isn’t anything to talk about Richard. I don’t have ‘branch out’ money.”

Maybe it grows on trees for you asshole, but I have to work for mine.

“Well Mandissa, we can work something out.”

Just what the hell are you implying; this man is so going to make me ‘move my neck!’
I can’t stand him.

“Just what are you implying, Richard?”

“Don’t be so defensive. I’m just saying that it isn’t like I can’t pull some strings and work out a deal; a deal that can benefit the both of us.”

“This is the last
time that we do lunch, Richard!”

“Mandissa, I would think that you
would have more respect for your Boss.”

“
Well Richard, if you were my Boss, I would.”

“Lunch Mandissa, be ready to leave at Noon.”

I watch as
Richard spouts off like a petulant child. It’s nothing more than his way of trying to gain control of a conversation that isn’t going the way that he projected. I mean it isn’t like he is going to give up any time soon.

I roll my eyes and get up to leave. I refuse to lower myself to his level
, by engaging in this conversation with him.

Drake

I stand across the street leaned against a telephone pole watching in clear view. This guy just doesn’t give up. Sometimes being right out in the open is the best way
to stalk. She hasn’t even seen me. To be honest with you, I am so mad right now, that I could care less if she does see me.

Mandissa

          “After thirty minutes of listening to Richard, I finally just get tired of it and spurt out: “I don’t want to expand the show right now, Richard. I have some personal things going on right now and I don’t need anything else on my plate.”

“Personal?”

“Yes Richard; personal! That is a nice way of saying that I don’t want to get into it right now.”

I rudely get up and gr
ab my things, I can catch a cab. I don’t need this. This guy is really beginning to bug me!

I make my way to the street and look up to view Drake.

You have got to be kidding, seriously; is there no end? This day is not going well.

He trots across the street taking my arm and leading me down an alley. He then places me into his car that Muhammad is driving
. We have no more taken off and he starts in on me.

Drake & Mandissa

                      
Little bitch, you little bitch! I told you, now you’re going to get it!

“Do you think that I’m playing with you, Mandissa?”  I calmly place my hand around her throat.

“Stop it, Drake you’re scaring me!”

“Stop it Drake, you’re scaring me,” I mock her.

I bury my head into her hair as my grip tightens, “Are you going to fuck him? Because that is what he wants.”

“No!”
I scream out.

“Shut-up
, Mandissa! As soon as this car pulls up and into that driveway, you had better have your ass in the Master suite!”

“Don’t you mean Master’s suite?”

“Damn straight, I do!”

Not the answer that I was expecting…

        As soon as the car pulls in I make a mad dash for the front door. I don’t want Precious to see us fighting. No one is around and I am assuming that the Nanny has her out playing with her.

I race to the Master suite and try and shut the door before he reaches it
, but he is right on my heels and he easily palms it, slamming it open. I jump on the bed backing into the head board as if it will offer me protection.

He undoes his belt removing it so quickly that the swooshing noise cuts through the air.

No! He wouldn’t, would he?

“You better not hit me Drake; I swear to God that I will leave!”

        By now he is seated on top of me and he has pinned my arms down with his knees. He grabs my wrists with one hand and slips the belt around them tightening and commanding to move my hands above my head.

“You bette
r not hit me Drake; I swear to God that I will leave.” He taunts—mocking me.

He reaches
under the dress that I’m wearing and tears off my g-string as if it were non-existent.

     
I bury my head in her hair, her smell intoxicates me. She smells all fruity and crisp, like mangos or something from the islands. All tropical and shit you know?

“Shut-up Mandy or I’m going to take these sodden pant
ies of yours and stuff them between those pristine, perfectly lined lips of yours.” I rip her shirt open and watch her face as shock and disbelief spreads over it. She is so beautiful. My mouth begins its assault on her breasts and now her ‘demanding bitchiness’ is melting away.

“Are you going to let me tap that Mandy, huh? I wouldn’t want to do
anything that wasn’t consensual, now would I? Let’s see what your body has to say. Oh yes, it does tell on you girl. It most certainly gives all of your secrets away. And right now it’s giving me permission to fuck your little brains out.”

Mandissa

               I watch as he rises and makes certain the door is locked. He removes his pants and I view the piercing. I can’t help but wonder if it hurt getting it. The man is perfect. I jerk my head away and begin trying to squirm my way out of the belt.

“Stop it
, Mandy!”

He mounts me
, but not before he smacks my inner thigh and I jerk my legs back in a knee jerk reaction, literally.

He grabs both sides of my head b
y a fistful of hair on each side, burying his face into my mane. He pushes into me and then up, in one motion, insuring that the total girth of him lodges somewhere that feels like he slammed into my cervix. Between that and the piercing—I’m in paradise.

Drake

              She feels like velvet and honey in a vice grip and I want to violate her, I’m going to violate her.