Chapter 4
A week after that
tear-filled night in bed, I was alone in our hotel room. Paul was down at
the arena getting prepared for that night's performance. He had insisted
that I stay behind, saying that I needed my rest. I had argued, but I knew
it was true that I barely slept anymore. So I slipped under the covers of
the bed and tried to think of happy thoughts while I drifted off.
It seemed only a few minutes later I felt a soft gentle kiss awakening me.
I kissed back tenderly and sighed, "Mmm Paul, what are you doing back?
Not that I'm complaining..." I heard a chuckle in response and I opened my
eyes. Dwayne lay next to me on the bed! I shouted at him,
"YOU!! Get out, NOW!" Lunging to the phone next to the
bed, I thought I could call hotel security, but the phone was gone! I
heard Dwayne's voice behind me, "I don't think we'll need that right now,
so I moved it. You know Gabby, that's the first time you've kissed me
back. I liked that, a lot... let's try it again." He pulled me
to him, kissing me firmly. I tried to push him off and he broke the kiss.
"Remember what happened last time?" he asked me. My heart sank,
and I nodded. I didn't want to have to explain away another injury to
Paul. Dwayne nodded as well, and said, "Good. I don't want to
have to get physical. At least, not any more than I'd planned."
God, I hated his arrogant grin.
His shirt came off in one fluid motion, as did his shorts. He slowly
pulled my flimsy nightgown over my head as I lay very still. It was going to
happen again, and I couldn't stop it. He planted kisses all over my body,
but I didn't react, I couldn't react; not even in fear or revulsion. He
kissed me on the lips again, one of his hands cupping my chin while the other
massaged my left breast. His tongue found it's way inside and he ran it
along the roof of my mouth then around my tongue. Still, I didn't respond
to his overtures. He pulled away from my lips and let out a small snort in
frustration. His hand left my chin and traveled down to the folds between
my legs. Involuntarily, my thighs squeezed tight as I felt the now
familiar sensation of his fingers playing with me. He smiled then, saying,
"That's always the right spot, isn't it?" I closed my eyes and
tried to submerge myself in thoughts of Paul. I refused to give this
bastard the satisfaction of getting me off this time. His fingers
continued rolling around my clit until he realized I wasn't giving in. I
almost smiled to myself, knowing he was starting to get upset. He took his
hand out of me quickly and with a touch of anger he said, "So you want to
play it cool? See if you can handle this." And he savagely
impaled me on his manhood. I let out a small yell from the shock. He
rammed his dick into me over and over. I whimpered from the pain, not
letting myself feel the pleasure that was trying to swallow me. His eyes
closed and I concentrated on restraining myself. I was concentrating so
hard that I didn't even hear the door open and close, or the footsteps walking
towards the bedroom area.
"HOLY SHIT!!!" I jumped at the sound and my eyes opened fast.
Paul stood a few feet from the bed, and Dwayne was still thrusting himself into
me! I couldn't believe this, I had prayed for Paul to come before when
Dwayne had me cornered, but this was wrong, all wrong. He was fuming as he
looked at me, then Dwayne, who slid out of me and turned to look at Paul.
Paul was almost shaking, he was so furious. I let out a pitiful moan and
covered my face with my hands. All I wanted to do at that moment was die.
Paul stared daggers into Dwayne, finally finding a voice to speak.
"You fucking BASTARD. I ought to kill you right now." My
heart jumped a little at that; maybe Paul would realize that I would never do
this to him of my own free will. But then Paul looked at me and when he
went to speak, his voice broke with emotion. "Gabrielle.... How - How
could you do this to me? I've been by your side this whole last month when
you were scared to leave the damn hotel room alone... and you go and fuck this
guy behind my back??" I felt my face fall apart in despair as I tried
to speak. "Paul... it's not, it's not what it looks like. Let
me explain, you have to trust me!" He cringed at my voice and shook
his head. "You know, I didn't believe it. Trish told me that
you two had been together for a month, sneaking around, but I knew you, I knew
you loved me and wouldn't do that. I guess I was wrong. How the hell
can you ask me to trust you when I find you fucking this asshole that you said
you hated?? Is that why you haven't let me touch you in weeks? I should
thank Trish for showing me what a two-faced bitch you really are, Gab."
He turned his eyes back to Dwayne and his voice turned cold. "I hope
you two are very happy together." With that he stormed out and
slammed the door behind him.
I screamed after him, "PAUL! NO!!!" but he was gone. And Dwayne
was grinning down at me. My scream faded into a wail and I curled into a
ball, wanting to drown myself in my tears. I didn't even look up when
Dwayne said, "I guess we won't have to worry about him anymore."
I just closed my eyes and sobbed. Dwayne sighed and patted me on the
shoulder. "I'll let you be alone tonight. We'll finish this
later." I forced myself to sit up and I yanked his hand off of me.
"Don't... touch me... again," I said hoarsely, the venom in my voice
almost scaring me, "You've just destroyed my life, you son of a bitch. You
have no leverage to use with me anymore, now that Paul is gone. If you
come near me one more time, I swear, you'll regret it." He physically
recoiled from me, and got off the bed. It was impossible to tell if he was
afraid, upset, or just confused, while he quietly got dressed. I couldn't
stand to look at him anymore so I rolled over and closed my eyes as he left.
Paul's words about Trish assaulted my mind, but I was too drained and depressed
to give it any real thought. I bawled all my anguish out as I fell asleep,
finally too exhausted to even cry.
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