'Why would I ever want to screw myself, when I can always screw you instead?" And immediately he let me go and hands me the towel before walking out of the bathroom.

I gasp and cover my mouth, panting as I watch the door closes behind him. I felt weakness all over my body, especially because he just left me undone and in need of release.

How can he do this to me? He didn't have any right to touch me, and yet he did.

He's trying to prove the point of what he's capable of at my expense and I let him.

I feel terrible, violated. Can we classify that as being violated? Cause and I didn't complain or fight against it because I wanted it. I feel so weak and yet so turned on and unable to get back at me for what he's done.

Hell, this is bad, and it's getting out of hand. I don't think I have as much effect on him as he does on me and I think he knows that, too.

I take three deep breaths af

Once inside, I notice there are also notable men and women present and although Keenan is still yet to tell me why we are here; I hear small voices talking and putting two and two together; I know this might be an engagement party, not a special event like he made it seem like back at home.

'Whose engagement party is this?" I ask Keenan, who has been pulling me along with him everywhere since we entered five minutes ago, like I'm his toy.

'Uh?" He raises a brow at me, trying to play the confusion part, but I know better, which gets me even more pissed off.

I roll my eyes and stare at him, 'Don't you uh me! Speak or I'm gonna turn around and leave this very minute." I threaten with a serious look.

He breathes down slowly, and I know he wants to be stubborn, controlling and pushy, but there seems to be something about this entire event that keeps him in check. 'It's Taylor and Rory's e

It has been a week since we began living together. Mentally feels like it's more than a year already, as the days past have been the longest I've been in. It's been long. I'd say sixty-two hours a day felt more accurate.

In the past week, Keenan had taken it upon himself to make us anything but close. He's hired three maids, one of which is my helper and he said that like I was an invalid, two professional chefs, three gardeners, two drivers and four security men. He never for once did he ask for my consent to everything he did, well at first I didn't want to give him any advice, but he didn't listen when I tried to later on.

He banned me from coming to the office, which is understandable because I hate the whole idea of working under my husband. But not only did he ban me from coming to the office, he also banned me from looking for another job and when I tried arguing with him, he to

'Why would I ever want to screw myself, when I can always screw you instead?" And immediately he let me go and hands me the towel before walking out of the bathroom.

I gasp and cover my mouth, panting as I watch the door closes behind him. I felt weakness all over my body, especially because he just left me undone and in need of release.

How can he do this to me? He didn't have any right to touch me, and yet he did.

He's trying to prove the point of what he's capable of at my expense and I let him.

I feel terrible, violated. Can we classify that as being violated? Cause and I didn't complain or fight against it because I wanted it. I feel so weak and yet so turned on and unable to get back at me for what he's done.

Hell, this is bad, and it's getting out of hand. I don't think I have as much effect on him as he does on me and I think he knows that, too.

I take three deep breaths after wrapping the towel around my wet and shivering body before leaving the bathroom.

I enter my roo

Chapter 15