His home was big as I expected. It was like an entire apartment complex combined in one. I tried my best not to look too fascinated. But I guess he found the facial expressions I made as nothing less than amazed.
"Pleasant, isn't it?" He asked as we walked.
"I guess any home of a billionaire is pleasant." I replied.
"True."
"What do you do with all that money?"
"Live."
"There's people who can't live because they don't have the fortunes you do."
"One man can't feed the whole world."
"One man can try."
"Trying isn't doing."
"My mother taught me that years ago, but thanks."
We didn't have much patience. The second we got into his car, we did it. It wasn't how I expected. I expected roughness, pounding, hurting, biting, choking, bruising. Instead, I only got half of that. He didn't hurt me as I predicted. Of course I'm a little sore, like any other time a dick is inside me. This time though, it was special. He was slow, he was passionate, he meant every single stroke he took, and he took them so damn deep with such a slow pull out.
It was the best time I've ever done it. It was the only time I didn't use protection. My mother had me at fourteen, so I was well aware not to be the same. I didn't lose my virginity until I was twenty years old. Only reason I lost it then was because the guy was hot as shit and I was drunk as shitter. Even more drunk then he was hot, was certain disaster. I barely remember how my first time went, I just remember how painfully it was when he entered me. I regret it of course, obviously I want to remember my first time.
"Where's the rest of your mistresses?" I asked as we stepped into what seemed to be a lobby room. This place was too huge for me to keep count of exactly how many lobby rooms we've walked pass already.
"You think your my mistress?" He said with a slight chuckle.
"I know this isn't a relationship."
"Well you should know that I just don't have sex with any ole' woman."
"Well you should know I'm not stupid and I know lies when I hear them."
"Well that's unfortunate. If you believe that your lying senses are tingling, you should double check."
I smiled. "So what's next Mr. Waters? Your going to propose to me and tell me I'm the love of your life?"
He was quiet afterwards, we walked silently. So silently, the sound of our footsteps began to test my patience. I was becoming extremely vexatious, to the point I finally broke the damning silence.
"Look Darion where the hell are we going, Africa?" He heard how aggressively I spoke clearly, I could tell by how vigorously he threw the next door opened. My smile grew larger. "Your an insane bastard."
"Oh am I?" He replied, finally speaking. "How about you remain quiet?"
"God gave me a damn mouth to speak."
That's when he threw his hand back at me. It was unexpected, so I didn't react fast enough to dodge the blow. I was absolutely stunned as the sharp pain filled my jaw. My smile faded and my fist bladed.
"I'm going to take your fucking life!" I yelled as I punched him repeatedly.
He had to be about a foot taller than me. I was barely even five feet tall, he had to be over six foot. Each punch I threw came direct contact into his chest and stomach. Believe it or not, those punches hurt too.
He finally grabbed both my arms and threw me against the wall. My body grew numb. I was hurt, badly. Nobody ever violated me in this way. Nobody ever treated me like I'm a lower human being. My mother taught me better than to allow any man ever hit her child.
"Remember earlier when I told you I had a few bodies to my name?" I said as I leaned myself against the wall while picking my body up from the ground for leverage. "I really do think your asking to be that next body."
"Oh, please." He replied, rolling his eyes.
He rolled his eyes at me, how disrespectful is that? How much more shade could he possibly throw at me? None, no more is the answer. He already crossed the line, he already broke the border of my chill zone.
I stood up straight on my own. He pushed me into the wall with every single piece of strength he could supply. He didn't suppress not one muscle when he tossed me. Maybe the women that beat never had the balls to beat back, that was until he met Rose Castro.
I was already injured, which meant he had another advantage besides the height and weight difference. There's no way I can possibly just run up on him and beat his ass. I'll need some type of weapon, some type of help to fill in that advantage gap.
I scanned the room for those weapons. Darion was obviously a monster. He must had skipped taking his pills lately. He went from turning me on completely, to becoming a lunatic. After finding my weapons, I did my best to move quickly as I possibly could.
I took my right shoe off my foot first, then tossed up a glass vase next to me at the chandelier. To my hopes, the glass shattered above him. I picked my shoe up from the ground and threw that next after the glass fell down on him.
My shoe was just to give me an extra second to attack. He ducked down and covered his head when the glass fell down on him. My shoe hit direct contact with his face, then the rest was for me handle physically with my fist.
I grew up in a place I had to fight everyday to survive as a kid, St. Louis. I never did lose a fight, that would be stupid. Why would you fight if your not certain for victory? I was taught to always be well aware of every movement I make, make sure each movement has meaning to it. Never to engage into a fight without thinking first. Always have a backup plan if the first doesn't go right and never run away from a battle.
Now, I was certain I'd win this brawl. He was badly injured, worst than me. The glass messed him up pretty badly, he shouldn't had fucked with me. But what did I expect? I was stupid for crawling into this in the first place.
My next few punches caused even more damage. It didn't take many swings for me to lay him flat on his back. I began stomping and kicking as he laid on the ground. Ignoring his mercy cries, I grabbed a shattered piece of glass and put it against his throat.
"This is what you do on a daily basis? You fuck bitches, then beat them!" I yelled as I pressed the glass against his throat harder, blood began to show.
"I'm Darion Waters!" He replied. "Imagine the things that will happen to you if you kill me!"
"Those things will be worth it, you fucking scumbag."
"Just leave." His voice softened. "Please, just leave."
He was the most looked up to figure in America. He was right, I would be executed for killing him. I'd be known as some mass terrorist, who only killed one person.
He took the car key from his pocket and placed it on the floor. Afterwards, he put his hands above his head. Each movement he made was grimaced in pain. I didn't let up, not one bit. I wanted to kill him, despite the consequences.
"This isn't St. Louis City, Rose." He said. "This isn't that gang life. This is the most social life you could possibly live. Paparazzi everywhere, every single step you take!"
"How do you know where I'm from?" I stumbled through a couple of my words.
I was freaked out to the core. He planned this, he planned to find me. He had to, there's no other explanation to how he knows my birthplace. I pushed the glass deeper and repeated my question.
"Tell me now!" I yelled after repeating myself.
"You're a future superstar!" He answered without hesitation. "I've seen you in class. You're smarter than any other student in Harvard. You're going to be the best lawyer in the world! I had no other choice, but to pursue on finding out more about you."
I dropped the piece of glass. After grabbing the car key I stood up and stepped away from him. This man is obsessed with me. He saw me in class one day and stalked me the rest. This man needs to be put into a sanatorium.
"Leave me alone." I said softly. "The police will arrest you."
"No, I have expectations! I have plans! I need you in my life! We can be powerful together!"
"Leave me alone." I repeat. "Find another smart girl to be pretty with."
"Rose, you don't realize the opportunity you'll miss out on. We'll explore the world together."
"Why did you hit me?" I couldn't help but ask the question. So much curiosity filled me, but that was first on my list.
"To see if everything I read about you was right."
"What the hell did you read?"
"Your childhood."
"From what!"
"Your mother's diary book."
Now, I was crying. "She's been gone for sixteen years."
"I have my ways of getting what I want Rose. I know how brilliant you are."
"This is the last time I'll tell you. Just leave me alone."
I rushed my way out of the room. Then nearly ran my way out of the house. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know how to handle the situation. A billionaire has been stalking me, America's biggest sweetheart smacked me.
I took his vehicle and drove searching for familiar grounds. On our way here I was so stupid, sleeping in the car. I should had been awake and observing every single turn he took. It took me awhile, but I finally drove myself on track. I headed to my best friends apartment.
She lived near Harvard. I was suppose to be roommates with her at the apartment, but I decided not to. I didn't want to spend any money. Sometimes I regret declining her offer to being her roommate. Matter fact, majority of the time I do.
When I arrived at her apartment door, I beat it on loud enough to even wake up sleeping fish inside the house. It was late at night, after midnight. It took a minute or two for the door to finally open, but when it did I rushed inside and closed the door behind her.
"Natalie, we gotta talk." I said as she walked from the living room.
"Bitch, are you crazy? Beating on my door like yo ass got wolves behind you!" Natalie replied.
"Shit, it's fucking worst than wolves."
"What the hell happened?"
I sighed, as I plotted how the hell I was going to begin explaining in my head. "It's Darion Waters."
"Who?"
"Darion Waters!" I picked up a magazine from the dining table and threw it at Natalie. "Him!"
Natalie looked at the magazine, then dropped it. "Okay, what happened?"
"We fucked-"
"Wait, girl you fucked his fine ass?"
"Natalie, shut up! We fucked then he took me to one of his big ass penthouses. He fucking hit me, so I beat his ass."
"Oh my God, are you okay?"
"No, he knows me."
"What?"
"He knows me sis, he knows me better than you fucking know me."
"What about you?"
"Everything, he's addicted to me."
"You telling me that the most famous man in the world is in love with you? Bitch you better take advantage of this shit!"
"He hit me Natalie!"
"You beat his ass didn't you!"
"Your fucking crazy, just like him!"
"Damn it, if your pretty light skin ass don't marry this damn fool!"
"Just stop speaking! I'm so done with this conversation!"
"Rose, are you kidding me? Shit, let me trade spots with you. I'll take the damn hottie then."
"Stop joking! He had my mom's dairy!"
"God, how the hell did he get that? That's crazy."
"That's beyond crazy."
"Obsessed?"
"Obsessed."