Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (new reading .TXT) 📗

32

BABY

 

My nerves are highly strung, I regret even trying to have a conversation with Rich. I asked one of the attendants to call Rich so that I could have a word but I was informed that he's already left to another location. I sigh deeply as to why did I have an outburst like that, I have really been acting crazy lately and on top of that tired most of the time but who wouldn't act crazy if you were to be put in this situation? 

I finished the dinner prepped for me, another of Charles doing, I was told that I have to consume whatever is on the plate regardless If I like it or not. 

The whole team that's been working on polishing me all afternoon seems to have gotten used to my gloomy mood. 

It's either that or they are used to fixing Charles's acquired women all these years. 

The hell was I thinking I was special. Whenever we go out to events, I see women fight desperately for his attention but that didn't bother me until that conversation with Rich. 

He's a very good looking man, his eyes were one of the most beautiful feature you could ever find in any man. That alone can get any women just by a simple gaze. He could have anyone, Rich is right I am a weak believer whatever that means. 

I look at the diamond pendant in the mirror, hoping Rich didn't mention our little discussion to Charles. He succeeded in making me feel little.

I've seen a large number of influential individuals are interested in meeting with Charles to get to know him.

Men and specially Women.

Who wouldn't want to be a part of something like this? Some of the folks in our immediate vicinity refer to him as a "king," and I am in no way qualified and capable as his queen, it gives me shiver to even think about this. These are not formal titles, but rather descriptors that people uses to convey his authority.

I waited here, waiting for Charles to enter the room and tell me what to do. He prefers that I wait for him to come and fetch me. Again, this whole control issue where he prefers certain things to be done his way comes into play. 

My name is called out by Charles as he comes into the room and I recognize it as my own snapping me from the anxiety of waiting. I turned to say hello to him. I flashed the ring he'd given me in return. He looks pleased as I did so hoping Rich didn't say anything to him.

Did you have a good time shopping today?" The question was posed in reference to the meeting with the jewelry designer. He kisses my knuckles as he puts my left hand in his, which is adorned with the massive diamond ring. 

"It was fun. Thank you very much." After lying and kissing him on the cheeks, I made sure my grin was broad enough to cover up another lie that I had told him. 

Only a laugh could be heard from Charles. He was well aware that I was deceiving him, but what worries me is that he has been so lenient, never putting his hands on me. 

I get the impression that Rich didn't say anything at all to Charles for I would get in so much trouble if he knew that I'd still want to leave. With his calm demeanor tonight I knew right away that he is preparing me for something far more worst. 

We were still sitting in the helicopter when Charles broke the silent spell of our collective inaction. "Tell me how much you want to see your sister?" 

"Just for a day or two, then I will be loyal to you for as long as you want." I say this in light of Rich's statement that I will not be his last woman, which I believe. As I uttered this, I felt a sharp squeeze in my stomach once again. I try to push this insecurity that has been building up slowly. 

"If things go as planned with you tonight, I will let you go bring gifts to them." Before he opens the door for us to go, Charles says this while he kisses me on the cheeks. 

I didn't miss the evil glint in his eyes as he takes off my seatbelt and kisses me on my lips. 

Making me question yet again, another test or game ahead of me. 

He air-swipes a command just in time. Because these statements gave me shivers, I didn't want to get up and leave my seat. Whatever he has planned for tonight will very certainly be another job at which I will fail horribly.

He takes my shaking hand and wraps his other arm around my waist as we walk into the building. 

As we step out of the elevator, I know the building as the old grand theater, and I recall how I nearly burnt it down to rescue that girl who didn't want to be saved; looking back, I feel extremely foolish for being so ignorant to this horrible society that the wealthy call entertainment. 

 

I was expected to be ushered into a large room full of people, but instead, Charles sent me to the second level of the building. We were the only ones up here, and I could see that everyone else was having a great time down below. I see a familiar figure that has caught my attention the most. 
 

I waited for him to turn around and face us because he was surrounded by so many of his entourage. When Two blondes joined him, I finally recognized who he was, my palm curled into a fist, and I was furious at seeing Peter grinning carelessly down below. "I can tell that you're still upset, Baby, so here's your opportunity," Charles says, pointing to a sniper rifle that is definitely ready to fire.

Charles knew how I feel about my aunt's murderer. Without being told again, I immediately got in the position and adjusted the gun putting my finger on the trigger and looking into the scope. Pointing the gun on Peter's head. My lips are curled and my nose is starting to flare in anger seeing how much fun he was having, not affected at what he has done to my Aunt, just another casualty for him. I was about to pull the trigger but Rich statement dug a pretty deep mark in my head. "You're a weak believer!" it keeps repeating in my head all afternoon.

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