C27 Toothless

Amelia checked her phone to see if she had any messages but no one had texted. Nickolas had not texted. she thought of the way he sounded the night before. She almost felt sorry for him. But not quite. and she couldn’t understand why, most people said every woman's maternal instincts automatically kicked in a crisis but hers didn’t.

Maybe it was the pain he caused her when he left her for Grace to fend for herself. she didn’t know which but she could not bring herself to feel sad for him. She was sad though that they didn't finish what they were doing yesterday when his phone rudely interrupted them.

She wanted to call him and find out how he was holding up but she did not want to ruin her chances of being Mrs. Meyer in the future by being a pest.

He was staying with Grace full-time but had not tied the knot or even gotten as close as he had with her, which meant there was still a chance for them.

Someone knocked at the door, and her thoughts of Nickolas came to a standstill. she swung her legs to the floor. Who could that be, she wasn't expecting anyone how did they get past security downstairs and why didn't security call her to confirm that she had a visitor?

She was still dressed in her satin night dress, which reached just above her knee. it was unusual for her to still be in her nightdress but given the previous day's events, she didn't feel like being dolled up.

She went to the door and looked through the peephole. Her heart melted and she calmed down a notch when she saw dozens of roses.

It could only be Nickolas coming to apologize about the way things ended yesterday and hopefully be ready to continue where they left off.

She adjusted her breasts and made sure her cleavage would be on his face the minute he got in. she unlocked and opened the door with a seductive charm to her voice.

“I see you found your way back,” she said as she swung the door open.

“Well. Now...” toothless rubbed the little mustache over his sunken mouth before bringing his eyes up and letting out a low whistle.

"I guess I did, Sugar. Figured I’d come by for a visit.” he undressed her with his bloodshot eyes.

Her mouth hung open when she saw the man behind the roses. This was not Nickolas.

It was...it was, she backed away and muffled a scream, she covered herself with her skimpy robe. She looked around for a weapon but realized there was nothing close by, she would have to fight him by herself.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my apartment?” her joyful tone had turned into anger. “and how did you get past security?”

“What’s with the damn questions?” he mumbled with a hint of annoyance. He put the flowers on the island and moved comfortably to the couch.

“Excuse me sir, but you got the wrong apartment. Get your ass off my couch before I call security.”

“Are you not Miss Amelia Oxton?” he said lazily as he slid out a piece of paper from his torn leather jacket. His voice was smooth with an exotic baritone to it. his eyes looked bloodshot as if he hadn't slept in days.

“Who are you?” she questioned.

“Toothless Ma’am. I’ve come to collect what belongs to me.” he grinned his toothless smile to emphasize the point. “Sorry if I gave you a fright, I believe about a month ago, you requested my services, and I was only paid half of what I was promised.” he took out a picture from his wallet and handed it to her.

With trembling hands she took the picture from him, ready to tell him he got the wrong lady, she had never seen him in her life. But when she looked at the photograph, instantly it jolted her memory. 'fuck balls! she was done for.'

“I paid you guys in full upfront for your services, with botched-up results. I transferred all the money to your partner.” she defended herself, her eyes burning with fear.

“I ma’am, am only here for my money and no stories,” he said smiling. He was looking at her from top to bottom, he preferred women with more flesh to the bones but she would do. He watched as her chest rose and fell in time with her breathing.

“We’re all friends here, after all, friends tend to be friendly toward each other.” he licked his lips and brushed his mustache with his fingers.

“Im afraid you caught me at a bad time, I was about to leave.” she didn't like where the conversation was going.

"It's a pretty place you have, settling in okay? if you need anything, All you have to do is shout.” he got up from his chair and moved in towards her. “About that payment, I'm sure we can come to a mutual agreement. there are other ways to at least pay half. that's what friends are for.” he traced a rough finger on her cheek.

She backed away automatically from his touch, disgusted by his closeness. He moved his leather jacket to the side, revealing his handgun that was tucked away at his waistband, and put his finger on his lips to signal for her to be silent. She felt trapped while he made advances toward her.

"What are you doing?” she found her voice strange, her gaze on his face while he licked his lips and his other hand brushed her hair. She tensed at the unwelcome touch but didn’t dare move a muscle. His breath smelled of tobacco and she could see a beard of sweat on his open chest, his hands were now roaming freely on her body. He cupped her breasts in his hands, his face looked scarier up close than it did when he was sitting down.

Amelia stood next to the couch trapped in time, she couldn’t believe what was happening was happening to her, she was being fondled by a rough-looking thug, and she couldn't even scream to save her life. there was nothing to do but endure the humiliation. How did she get here?

Toothless was having a fine day. His hands roamed everywhere her body, what a body, his friends would never believe he touched one like that in a million years. She looked like the models he had on his walls. Her skin was soft, he didn’t know where to touch it. He was like a kid in a candy store. He needed to take his time or he would mess everything up.

Amelia stood her once clever and cunning mind blank. He pulled her to the couch and like a doll in a trance she followed and sat down on the couch, Toothless needed no further encouragement, his hands resumed their fondling. Now he was playing with the soft flesh inside her thighs. He took off his leather jacket and the handgun was in full view. Amelia's eyes locked on the shining metal. She felt his hands travel up her thighs, she felt nauseated by his hands, but there was another feeling also. Her body was responding to his violation. When he touched her sex, she was soaking wet and she hated herself for it. She just wanted this nightmare to end. Toothless moved her underwear to the side and got on his feet. The sound of his belt shook her into reality and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

“Now. Now sugar, don’t be acting surprised.” he moved his pants on his ankles. “you sure are pretty when you act innocent.” he put the gun on the table.

He entered her and she let out a moan. Her body trembled and arched under him. Toothless was in heaven. She could hear his labored breath even as his hands tightened against her flesh. He murmured profanities, the roughness of the tone had her battling to control her rogue emotions.

She didn’t want this but her body had other plans. She was trapped in her own body's demands, as it raced towards a release she knew she couldn’t control.

After he was finished, she sat very still on the couch, her nightdress hitched up against her waist. Her hair clung to her skin. She wanted to close her eyes and open them and everything would be a terrible dream. She felt sore and her pride wounded, only if it hadn't been so good.

she blamed Nickolas for leaving her hanging yesterday.

“I’ll go now Sugar.” Toothless broke the silence. “Will be returning soon.” he made a kissing sound with his toothless mouth that made Amelia want to throw up. after the door closed behind him, She got up from her seat and locked it.

She needed a hot shower to scrub away the stink from her skin and hopefully scrub away the whole incident from her life.