Page 46 of Ruthless Obsession

At that point I give into the biker. “Send them home tomorrow. I’ve got you. Turn off the light. You need to rest.”

Mavis flips off the light and pulls me close.

“Never letting you go,” he repeats.

∞

Over the next week it’s just Mavis and I in the house again. With the occasional visit from his doctor and assistant. His brothers rotate shifts parked outside the wrought iron gates ensuring I know there’s no escape.

I continue to bathe him in the shower dressed in a t-shirt and shorts not to give him the wrong idea. Didn’t stop my mouth from watering when I washed his hard dick.

Once he started the workout routine I stopped assisting him in the shower. He hits the gym down the hall from his office. Mavis is building up his strength.

The bikers who monitor the property often come in to hang out with Mavis. I don’t let them stay long. I tell them Mavis will return to the clubhouse soon. Psycho has been to the house a few times. He and Mavis often discuss new strategies to take out Toby’s warehouses. They're adding drones to obtain visuals of the surrounding area.

I’ve never seen Toby lose his cool really. Only when he hit me. Yet he always found a way to coax me into wearing the tiny maid uniforms while ironing or cleaning the house in those cringe videos that I bet made him a fortune.

I palm the edge of the counter and squeeze my eyes shut thinking about those times I had to perform in those videos. Was Toby planning to sell me to one of those men?

Rough callused hands palm my arms, and I jump.

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

I guess Mavis doesn’t believe me because he turns me to face him and stares into my eyes. “What’s wrong?”

I exhale and tell him about the videos Toby persuaded me to partake in.

“What the fuck?” Mavis’s tanned face reddens. “And why did you stay?”

“It wasn’t like this was every day. More like twice a month.”

Mavis’s blond strands are pulled up into a sexy man bun. “Did you get paid?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“He took advantage of your so-called relationship.”

“Looking back yes. I see that now. He’d take me to the club every week. I wore pretty dresses. He showed me off.He introduced me to the staff and business partners as his girlfriend.”

I drop my face in my hands. “He was showing me off to potential buyers’, wasn’t he?”

Mavis pulls me against his sweaty bare chest. He just came from his morning workout. He smells like man, mixed with sweat, and body wash.

“Yes, sweetheart, that maggot was.”

His lips brush along my hair. “He wanted top dollar for you. We believe a red headed woman who was also his girlfriend across town was sold into sex trafficking.”

My stomach bottoms out at the thought I wasn’t his only girlfriend and that he sold woman.

I peer into his eyes. “She’s just gone now?”

“No, luckily, we work with a group who will bust the sex trafficking ring and save the women.”

I release a breath. “Good, no one should be forced to have sex with men against their will.”

“I agree.”