Chapter 47: chapter 47

Jeremy's POV-----------------"I want you to meet my Boss!" Jackson Smile gives me a grim face after hearing my words before waving his hand in the air."You're dismissed," he says with distaste in his voice.Fuck."Mr Jackson..." I slowly and carefully reach for his arm, tucking at his suit. "You know...I crave a tough and handsome man like you," "How would I know that you're not just using me?" He scowls.I gasp, surrendering my hands and at the same time shaking my head in refusal to what he said. I must convince this man. "I'm just a poor employee who works for his boss, I cannot even think about using you. Besides, My Boss has a very great deal to offer you. I would love it if you meet him and of course, I would love to see you again"He smirks suddenly grabbing my hand and placing it on his groin. I feel like vomiting. "Why don't you make me want to meet your boss then? Let's see what you can do other than sweet talking." I take a deep breath. Clack. I open his belt and get down. I'm sorry Zeco. The old man opens his zip and then grabs my hair but before he could shove me into his manhood, the car door fling open. "Motherfucker!!" An angry growl. So dark and scary. I hear the sound of bones cracking in a second and Jackson Smile is thrown flying to the other side of the seat. My jacket is grabbed and dragged away from the car. I dare not utter a word. All I can feel is the fire radiating from Zeco who shoves me inside his car and slams the door shut. He goes back to Jackson Smile's car. Crap. I messed up.Did Zeco follow me? What about the deal? Of course, there's no way this will turn out well now that Zeco has broken the Jaw of that old man. There's no way he will meet Rodas. Damn you, Zeco.But he caught me. Kneeling with my face near that old man's crotch. I was going to do it. What's wrong with me? After telling Zeco that I'll not do it. I hug my knees close to my heart and bury my head.I have no idea what to do anymore. Zeco would probably never trust me again. Fuck. The car door opens and closes with a loud bang, startling me to raise my head. Zeco starts the car without any words. His face fuming with anger. "Zeco..." I call out his name softly, only to receive a death glare. I turn my face away and look out of the window. The rest of the way, neither of us says a single word. When we reach home, Zeco gets out of the car and drags me inside toward the house. "Zeco, Listen..." I grab his arms, intending to slow him down but he keeps his pace. He kicks open the door of his room and I'm harshly thrown on the bed. Like a beast attacking his prey, Zeco lunges at me. Grabbing my both wrist with a single hand, he pins my hand above my head while his other hand unbuckles my belt. "Zeco... Zeco wait, please!" "You like it as long as you get it right? No matter who the person is?" Zeco yells, getting rid of my jeans. "I'll give it to you, till you lose your sense," It's not him. He is not Zeco. There's someone else inside him. The look on his face, his action. It feels so foreign. I don't like it. I'm scared. "You got it wrong Zeco..." I struggle to get away when he pulls my underwear down. "You were about to do it with that old man Jeremy if I didn't get there on time-" he stops and starts biting my neck and chest, teeth digging into my skin."FUCK! WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE YOU OWN ME?" I scream. "So, what if I do it with that old man? What right do you have-""YOU'RE MINE!!" Zeco yells. "EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BELONGS TO ME, DOESN'T MATTER IF I LOVE YOU OR NOT," I'm stunned to silence. I do not blink as I watch him say those words on my face. Should I be happy that he said I'm his or should I be mad that he just wants to possess me? Doesn't matter if he loves me or not? Well, it matters to me Zeco. "So if you want to get fucked that badly... Come to me. I will give it to you. My body, use it as you like... Just don't go to anyone. IS IT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND?" "What if I don't like it with you Zeco?" He swallows, looking furiously at me."Yes, You do" he whispers. "Let my hands go... You're spitting out nonsense" I say, turning my head away from him. But he starts kissing my neck again. My chin, cheeks, eyes and finally my lips. His tongue is rough inside my mouth as he desperately devours me, trying to establish his dominance. His ownership over me. I'm weak in front of him. Physically and emotionally. I get carried away easily when it's him. So, it's no wonder when minutes later, we both are devouring each other and I'm trembling beneath him as he thrust inside me mercilessly. The taste and scent of his cigarette and the way he is looking at me with a gaze full of desire, drive me crazy. All the thoughts inside my head go blurry. The pleasure erupts like a tornado inside me, a sprouting flower with veins binding my body, a heavenly feel. Wherever he touches, it burns and I feel good. Guess I'm really a shameless whore.  But what can I do? I feel the warm liquid oozing out from the corner of my eyes. I cling to his body.Zeco Alves is so dangerously addictive. And I'm still unable to get away from this unrequited love.Is there any way I can pull myself away from this?