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  "Get in the car, Sussianna?" Chris orders me.

  He clearly does not understand when I want him to leave me alone. I don't want to be with Chris, especially with how he treated me with his friends. I mean, what the hell is his problem that he always treats me poorly when we are with his friends?

  I continue to walk down the sidewalk when I get my phone out of my purse and start to dial for Camille. She answers, "Hey Sussianna," and I go to speak, but the wind is knocked clean out of me when I feel strong arms grab around my waist.

  I scream as I'm hoisted from my feet, spun around, and tossed over his shoulder. Why does he always grab me like this?

  "Hello Sussianna, answer me. Are you there? Are you okay?" I hear Camille's concerned voice through the phone as I'm still hovering over his broad shoulder.

  "Camille?" I try to speak into the phone, but suddenly Chris places me on my feet and yanks the phone from my hand.

  "Camille?" He says and starts pacing. "Yeah, it's Chris... Chris Suave... Yeah, she's okay... No, no it's okay, I will take her home... No, she wants me to take her home, she said it herself, so no need to come to get her... I will... You too." The call was short and I began to wonder did he just convinced Camille that I wanted to go with him when clearly that was a lie. He's persuasive, not just to me, but to everyone else as well.

  "I'll take you home," he grasps my elbow and guides me to his car.

  The hell he will. "No, Chris. Give me back my phone," I shout when I yank my arm from his strong grasp. Then I turn looking towards him and move my eyes down to where his hand is holding my phone.

  "You're not wandering around on your fucking own, Sussianna," he grates, his tone full of authority.

  "I don't have to go anywhere with you, Chris if I don't want to. Now give me back my phone." I tell him as I hold out my hand.

  "Not until you get into the car." His blue eyes are fierce and he sounds determined to get what he wants. Right now I assume it's me he wants. Please someone give me strength because he's an outrageous philanderer, seeing what he wants and taking it. On the other hand, who does he think he is for me just to agree or do anything for him?

  He distracts me from the question that I'm asking myself with the way he surprises me by opening the passenger door. I stand still with my arms crossed, looking at him, and shaking my head.

  "Sussianna stop defying me and get in the fucking car."

  "What the hell was that?" I yell.

  "What the hell is what, Sussianna," he asks repeating my question.

  "With your friends. For one, you acted like a jerk to me..." Like always, but that has not really changed. "Then you tell them I was a virgin. Like what the hell Chris did you have to tell them that?" I should have kept my mouth shut after my last phrase, but once I start talking there is no stop to keep me quiet. "Not to mention you freaking just teased me upstairs."

  His eyes widen. "Meg was being a bitch as she usually does and besides she was drunk as well," he shrugs. "Besides you know Solomon already told you that she was drinking too much."

  "Solomon?" I ask and tilt my head to the side with a lack of certainty.

  "You saw him with Meg. Solomon was the one who Meg was sitting on his lap at the party..." Oh, he's the guy with a piercing on his nose. Chris continues. "He's her new boyfriend; well the new guy she has sex with for a week or two. She always finds a new playmate to fuck around with, so this week it's Solomon. Poor bastard."

  That doesn't really surprise me that Meg does that to men, although I do feel bad for those guys, especially Solomon because he seemed like a sweet man, plus noticing that she only uses them is actually heartbreaking to me. However, probably these guys wouldn't care because I mean what men wouldn't love to just have sex with girls any chance they get? Hell, even Chris has slept with Meg. Not that I am jealous, just I remember Chris has been with her before. Sure you're not jealous because you only want him to yourself, I hear my subconscious snarl, but I ignore her screaming that at me.

  His eyes narrow towards me, but those blue eyes are dangerous and they have a warning sign to stay far away as possible. "So, am I a tease for you, Sussianna?" he grins as he moves closer to me. He then starts to place his hand on my inner thigh and I gasp.

  I know what he's doing, and this time it's not going to work. He's not going to humiliate or even punish me as he did before.

  "Chris, stop it," I try to say cruelly, but fail miserably.

  He begins to rub my thigh when he lowers his head to my neck and sucks gently on my skin. I am kidding myself if I could get him to stop his assault. Nevertheless, I know if he gains what he wants, it will be game over, so I make my attempt towards his bicep to push him away, but it's no use. He's too strong and a determined one at that for me to push him off. He's not even affected by my massive attempts to free myself.

  "Please Chris don't do this." I'm pleading with him, and it wasn't the tone I was aiming for.

  "Do what?" He groans into my neck; pressing his lips against my collarbone, licking and nibbling his way down, circling long, wet strokes before working his way up to my ear and biting at my lobe.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, pleading with my self-control to resist his touch. My fingernails are digging into his intense biceps and I bite my lower lip for fear of letting out a moan of complete and utter pleasure. His hand moves slowly across my stomach, skimming the hem of my mini skirt. Of all days why did I have to wear a mini-skirt? Knowing that Chris will have full control of me, especially the main part of my body that I know once he touches it, all bets are off.

  "I know what you are doing," I eventually say boldly.

  "And what am I doing, Sussianna?" He continues to gently glisten his teeth over my neck, down my collarbone, and then down to my chest. Then with his index finger, he slips his way under the material, and he traces over the part that I love so much, in slow, soft, measured strokes while continuing the invasion of his lips on my chest. I cry out in frustration.

  "Have you been always like this?" I question half moaning.

  He finally stops what he's doing and looks up at me in confusion. "Like what?"

  I sigh in relief. Thankful for speaking up has gotten him to give up on his lustful assault. Even so, a part of my body wanted him to never stop.

  "Distract people from what they are mad at you about and forget the main reason why they are angry," I inquire.

  His eyebrow raises. "Not people, just you."

  I let out a breath and shake my head. Just me? I don't believe him. I know for a fact I am not the only girl he uses sexual activity with to get what he wants from women, including me, and believe me, he knows what he's doing. Alright, maybe I don't know for a fact, but I sure assume he uses sex to get anything this man inquires.

  My eyes shift downward and divert from my thoughts when I notice he's still holding onto my phone in his tight fist. I attempt to snatch it from his hand, however on purpose, he lifts his arm above his head, so I would not be able to reach to grab it.

  "Know what? Keep my damned phone," I yell and unbelievably I shove him out of my way and proceed to walk off. However, I feel Chris latches on my arm; hauling me towards his car, and rams me inside before slamming the door shut. He huffs as he opened the driver's door and throws himself in his car, giving me a murderous scowl before he starts the car and roars off.

  "What the fuck, Chris? I told you that I am not going with you."

  "I'm not letting you out there on your own. End of discussion. You're coming with me if you like it or not, you stubborn woman," he hollers and turns the radio up way too loud. As "Last Christmas," fills my ears, he reaches to turn the station, and another Christmas song plays- "All I want for Christmas is you," plays and he changes the station once again; he keeps turning through every station there is, but all that is playing are Christmas songs. He groans and finally shuts it off.

  "I take it you don't like Christmas music?" I ask when I turn my eyes to look at him. He does not look at me and has his eyes transfixed on the road. He's avoiding looking at me or even talking to me. "Are you going to act like a baby and don't talk to me?"

  His eyes shift towards me and I regret ever asking him that question since his eyes are a bloody shade of smoking raging blue. "Christmas is not my favorite holiday if you must know and don't ask me why because right now I can't even talk to you, let alone look at you, so drop it."

  I crossed my arms and pout in the leather seat. My own eyes concentrate on the road and the headlights of the cars passing by. I take in the sound of the roar of the engine as it eats up the road ahead. What was that all about? Who hates Christmas? Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year and it's worth celebrating it. It's a time to give to others who are in need and celebrate Jesus's birth. This man is uncanny, perhaps there's a good explanation as to why it's not his favorite holiday. This is going to eat me up if I let it. Nevertheless, I should let it go since Chris already seems annoyed with me.

  The rest of the journey is painfully silent and frighteningly fast. The man is a menace on the roads, and I wish he would at least put the radio back on to get rid of this awkward silence, Christmas music or any type of music would be better to listen to than this silence.

  Where in the name of hell is he even taking me? I hope it's my house like he stated to Camile on my phone.