Secret World

I was feeling sick. I took this job, so I can keep my flat. My boss was a dick. I was scared of him. He had two dark sides, both on me. Nr. 1 bully. Nr. 2 sexual attention I had no interest in. I knew about his secret. I knew what he said he wanted to do with me. I tried to quit, but I ended up with a black eye. Nobody dared to stand up for me. To help me. I was on my own.

This morning was the last drop. His meeting didn't come on time. He was pissed. Alex Barlowe was very well known. He was a well known big gun. Ruthless, merciless, dangerous, but he also had a body every man wanted, because it made every other man look like a joke. He was around two meters and half tall. He was like a model for some bodybuilders. No kidding. Plus the bulge in his pats told a story about his pride. He had black hair and beautiful brown eyes. Something about him screamed not to mess with him. The police were too scared to cross his way. He had everything: power, money, empire…

“Is he here?” The creep snapped at me like it was my fault. “What are we having here? Drooling whale? He would never even look at you. You will be lucky, if I fuck you hard.”

“You know what? Fuck yourself! I'm out. My resignation is on your boss's desk!” I had nothing personal on my desk, I didn't even bring my phone in here. I had everything in my car. It was parked a few streets from here, just in case. I was ready to leave and never come back after today. This was just the last drop. What came next, I never expected.

He dragged me to his office and hit me in the face again. He started to kick me. I tried to cover, but it was in vain. He stopped and tore my dress, so my underwear was on display. He started to undo his pants and jerk himself. He was ready too soon. I was not able to think. He tore my panties and pushed himself in. I screamed for help and from pain. Nobody came. I was on my own. I wished to die. He started to move, it was very painful. He was almost finished, when my brain screamed at me to fight. I somehow pushed him off me and kicked his balls. I ran to the elevator. I made it to the reception screaming for someone to help me, when finally someone did. But not someone I would expect to do it. Mister Barlowe was on his feet and giving me his jacket, before I could say anything. He put the creep in place. He not only looked at me, he saved me. He even called a doctor. When he asked me about what happened, I told him everything. He was the only one willing to listen to me and help me.

“I am sorry, I caused you trouble. If you just take me to my car, I can take care of myself…” He wanted to say something, but his phone started to ring. He took it. I could hear a male voice on the other side. His face scared me to death. I started to regret running into him. He didn't say a word, before he hung up.

“Your car is gone, your flat burned down and someone killed your family.” I looked around and ran to the nearest door in hope, it would be the bathroom. It was. I threw up. My head was spinning. My heart shattered in a thousand pieces. If I thought the break up had done the damage, I was very wrong. I didn't speak to my family, but it was my family. I had some feelings for them.

“How… Who…” the breathing was very hard.

“The old boss had something to do with very bad people. Breath! In… Out… Again. See, that's better. I will arrange everything for you to stay here.”

“That will help me exactly how? Fuck, from what I know, your the most powerful person in the world!”

“Exactly. Nobody dares to touch, what's mine.”

I was afraid to ask what that meant. I just needed a shower and some alone time to think. When I was finished, I went to the living room with the kitchen in one room. I sat on the couch, in a safe distance from him. He was looking at his laptop. When he closed it, I jumped at the sudden movement. He looked at me like I was something very precious. Like Gollum at the Ring in Lord of the Rings. I looked down at my hands, because I couldn't stand his intense look.

“Everything they say about me, is just the half of the truth. I am even worse than they say about me. If you try to run, I will hunt you down and lock you up. There is no escape from me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snapped. “I want out of this shit, not deeper in it!”

“Watch your mouth! There was no question, if you wanted to or not! It is the way it will be.” He looked so scary right now. I just nodded.

We didn't speak after this, he ordered the food and helped me back to the bed. I am really doomed. This man is scary enough for me, I won't have the power to fight him. Plus the fact everything I knew was gone. Fuck! I have nowhere to run, I have nothing. At this moment… Mister big bad boy is my only option. Damn him!