Finding Forgiveness

Andrea unstraddled me and reached for his shirt as he marched to the door. He opened it halfway to reveal Chico.

I scrambled for my shirt to cover myself as Chico noticed me on the bed and paused for a slight second before turning to Andrea and continuing what he was saying.

When he was finished, he bowed his head and Andrea looked momentarily back at me as I stood in the corner, with my shirt wrapped across my body.

“Make sure she doesn’t escape,” Andrea grunted before marching out of the room.

Chico nodded, looked at me once again before closing the door and leaving me to redress as I listened to his pacing footsteps on the other side of the door.

I still lay in the bed hours later drawing imaginary circles and patterns on the sheets with the tip of my finger. It had been the worse day of my life from start to finish. I hadn’t slept, eaten and besides one glass of water, I’d had nothing to drink either. But I wasn’t thinking about that anymore. I was numb to it.

Andrea had returned two hours after he left but didn’t come upstairs which I was eternally grateful for. The thought of seeing him made me feel sick to the stomach and intensified the dull ache in my head.

“Blanca!” his voice called from the stairs as I heard his footsteps come up. “Get up, it’s time to cook.”

I internally groaned but didn’t move an inch.

He then reached the room which had grown dark and flicked on the light. He was in my visual field but I refused to look at him.

“You look like shit,” he said. “Have a shower and find some clothes to change into. Or I’ll do it for you.”

I didn’t respond or even move until he had left the room at which point I slowly sat up and ran my fingers through my knotty hair.

The bathroom was bright and the dazzling light burnt my eyes but I forced myself into the shower where the hot water and steam brought at least some comfort. Being clean of Andrea’s touch was a relief too. I then wrapped myself in the largest towel possible and searched through the drawers looking for something to wear.

I eventually found a drawer with woman’s clothes in. They all seemed unworn and clean but also slightly obscene. I found the least revealing skirt there was and the loosest shirt but all the underwear was clearly designed to be seen.

I sighed at all the red lace and thongs and grabbed the first panties and first bra I saw, not caring if they matched.

After buttoning the shirt all the way up and pulling the skirt as far down as possible so that my panties weren’t on show, I headed downstairs.

When I got downstairs, Andrea had laid out some spaghetti, tomatoes, herbs and other various ingredients you need to make spaghetti bolognese. He was fortunately nowhere to be seen so I got to work cutting onions and garlic.

“Finally doing as you are told, I see,” his voice said as he came into the kitchen. “That didn’t take long. Why did your Alpha have so much trouble with you?”

Because he cares about me and would never hurt me.

“I don’t know,” I replied quietly.

I then felt him draw up behind me and put his hands under my armpits and towards my chest. I froze and stared down at the knife in my hand as he reached for the buttons on my shirt.

“That’s better,” he said after he had undone the top four buttons and pulled my skirt up a little. “I don’t want you hiding your beautiful body… especially from my business partners.”

He then smacked my ass and disappeared out the kitchen leaving me still with the knife in my hand. That was the perfect opportunity to kill the bugger but I was… scared.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and Andrea immediately left his office to open it.

“Andrea! Hola!” an unfamiliar voice greeted.

“Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It’s good to see you again,” Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen.

“And who’s this?” one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic? but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English.

“Ah!” Andrea said his eyes lighting up. “This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren.”

“Loren’s mate…” one said eyeing me. “Good catch, Andrea. But I’ve heard about her. Doesn’t she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back… ect…”

“Eh,” Andrea said with a shrug. “I managed to put her in her place nice and quick. If you know what I mean.”

They all nodded and laughed between themselves. Haha, so funny.

They sat around the table for the next twenty minutes as I cooked talking loudly and drinking beer.? Every now and then, Andrea would look up and eye me, giving me an approving nod that I was doing what I was supposed to be.

“Had you ever been with a man other than your Alpha, Blanca?” One of them asked as I tested the pasta to see if it was cooked.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“No,” I replied.

“Ahh, you saved your virginity for him then?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“How sweet,” Andrea jeered.

“Who’d you think would be better in bed, Alpha Loren or Andrea?” the one I believed to be Pablo questioned.

“Answer wisely,” another warned.

“Andrea,” I replied after a long pause. Obviously, it was a lie and everybody at the table knew it. The truth was clear.

“That’s my girl,” Andrea said, “Now get us more beers.”

“She’s hot. How much for a night?” one asked as I walked to the fridge.

“I’m not sharing, Giovanni,” Andrea replied. “She’s mine.”

“Shame. What about a kiss?”

“Hmm… fifty thousand,” Andrea suggested as I got four beers out the fridge and brought them back to the table.

“Deal,” Giovanni replied.? Unfortunately, I was stood next to him as I handed out the beers meaning his hand could easily slide up the inside of my leg.

For some reason, I looked at Andrea for help but he did nothing but laugh. I felt a sudden wave of anger, why the hell was I letting them get away with this? I’ll help my fucking self.

“Get off me,” I hissed grabbing Giovanni’s hand and twisting it back behind his back before pushing his head into the table. He let out a whimper to which the other three around the table laughed at.

“You’re gonna let a woman treat you like that, Giovanni?” Pablo asked. “Look at the size of her. You’re making yourself look weak.”

He tried to get out of my grip but I held him tight, fueled by anger and adrenaline.

“Blanca, let him go,” Andrea ordered after I had been holding his arm awkwardly bent for ten or so seconds. “Ella,” he repeated.

I completely ignored Andrea which led? him to? promptly get out of his seat and effortlessly prize me off his friend.

“Fucking bitch,” Giovanni cursed as he stood up and straightened himself up. He then hit me hard across the face as Andrea held my arms down by my side. There were a few moments of absolute silence before he lurched forward and repulsively kissed me on the lips as he held my face in his dirty great hands and Andrea held me still. His breath reeked of beer and his skin smelt of cigarettes and tequila.

“Just a second,” Andrea said to his friends when he was quite done before hauling me out the kitchen and up the stairs into his room.

“You fucking deserved that. I would have done it harder myself,” he growled roughly wiping the blood off my nose with a tissue.? “I don’t like that man and he is worthless to me but if I tell you to do something, you do it, right?”