I ducked out early after having Monique schedule an appointment with the stylist on the lower floor complete with makeup and hair. I couldn’t help spoil myself a little because I didn’t do much and truly wanted to look my best tonight because it was our official first date. Well, since I said I was “All in”. Blake gave me till 6 pm so I had roughly about 3 hours to pick a dress, get ready, and get my makeup and hair. I was happy it was the same stylist and they went to work right away. I selected a black dress because it was of course a little black dress always made a woman feel good. It was form-fitting and went right above my knee up. The top had shoulder straps with cuts out around the shoulders and right around the front where my cleavage was another cutout. The sleeves went down to the elbow and then flared out into a lengthy ruffle. I selected high-heeled strappy sandals and knew my stylist would take care of the rest for accessories. I was happy with my outfit and went righ

I was in complete shock and unsure of what to say. Blake had just said those three little words that most women would swoon about Blake Sutton saying to them and instead I looked at him in horror and pushed him away. I started getting my clothes on and talking quickly about nothing. First I started talking about the plants then the beautiful glass lily pads and then at one point I stuffed a strawberry in my mouth then started to try and clean them up. Blake slowly watched me the whole time I’m sure wondering what the hell was wrong with me and I couldn’t blame him I didn’t even know what was wrong with me. I knew from the corner of his eye he started putting his clothes on and I stood up struggling to get my dress zipped back up. “I just can’t seem to get this dress zipped back up. You know did we see all the rooms in this place? I’d like to go see all the rooms. I’ve never been here before and it is so beautiful. We should go see all the rooms.” I could feel a few t

I pushed myself into work throughout the night Friday night after I got myself back to my storage room home. I had to admit I didn’t like it as much anymore since I’d been staying with Kate for the last week. I didn’t want to admit but I still even though I was angry and frustrated wanted to be there in Kate’s small studio apartment. I missed the warmth of the place and the feel of home it brought. I missed Rosco slobbering all over my leg everywhere I walked and I missed her. Part of me knew I might be overacting but I wanted Kate to open up to me and let me in. I had no idea how to not spook her anymore and I felt like I was walking on eggshells every day scared to tell her how I felt. The worst part is she didn’t realize my saying I love you was the least of what I wanted from her. I wanted it all for the first time in my life I wanted that woman to be all mine, forever. I regretted some of the things I’d said and that I’d yelled at her because I didn’t want to

I opened the door and saw Laura standing there pale as a ghost. She looked awful and ran down like maybe she hadn’t slept in days and also maybe a little high. Tears were streaming down her face and I was just trying to take it all in. “I’m so sorry Kate.” “What for? Oh my god…..” I couldn’t finish my sentence before another person came into my eyesight. I felt like all the blood drained from my body as I made out the shape and then the slimy smile of Curtis Montgomery. “Hello, Kate.” He sneered at me and then lifted his hand from behind Laura flashing a gun at me and my heart leaped. “Now be a good little girl and let us in before I have to show you what happens to a woman who doesn’t listen to me.” I saw his arm squeeze on Laura and she flinched. “Kate please,” Laura begged as the tears continued down her face. My gut told me not to do it but the other part of me was terrified for Laura and I wasn’t sure what else to

“No Please, don’t do this.” Bam! Curtis slapped me in the face and the burning shot through my body. I looked across the apartment and saw Laura slumped n the couch and had no idea how to help either of us. “Maybe I should put it another way, you either take them off and get in that shower or I will help you.” The idea of him touching me sounded much worse than him just looking at me so I decided to comply. Shaking the entire time I took off my tank top exposing my white bra stained with my blood while he leaned back on the wall and watched. It was humiliating and terrifying at the same time. I then decided to take off my shoes and socks. I looked up to see him smirking which made me feel like I might throw up and I froze feeling myself glare at him. “I don’t know what you are looking at. Get those shorts off now.” He grumbled at me tapping his gun on his leg. I choked back a sob and continued to unbutton my shorts an