Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

An hour later I was yawning and Tessa took it as a cue to get everyone out. Dario and Mr. Clarke were still somewhere else in the house. Tessa told them I needed my rest and that it was after 12:00. Rosita went off to find the guys.

A few minutes later they came back in and Mr. Clarke hugged each girl, including Rosita and then stood in front of me in the kitchen chair and held his arms open. It was weird and uncomfortable but I stood and let him embrace me. I’m sure I looked shell shocked. Tessa hugged me and told me that in a few weeks they were having a baby shower for Luc and that she’ll get me the details. Lisa hugged me and told me that dinner is always at their house on Sundays and that we’re expected every week. Luc hugged me and told me it was nice to meet me and said she’d get my digits from Azriel and text me about getting together in a few days after I’m rested. They all marched out of the place in single file and that left me, Rosita, and Dario in the kitchen.

I headed to the doorway, “I think I’m going to head to bed,” I said and Dario nodded at me.

“I’ll be close by if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” I said, then added, “Goodnight, Rosita.”

She smiled at me, “Sleep well, Chiquita. Welcome home.”

I’m sure I frowned at her in response. Home?

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I fell asleep on the bed without even changing my clothes but I only slept an hour or two and then I was wide awake. I got a drink of whiskey from the bar thinking it might settle my nerves and make me sleepy but it did just what it did last time — gross me out and burn my throat. I washed up for bed and changed into a pair of pajamas. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, pondering my situation, the recent course of events, my life in general. When I finally closed my eyes again I knew one thing for sure, I was a survivor and determined to survive all of this.

I was kidnapped and men got shot at and died. I didn’t know if I’d ever get out of that situation. Hah. My kidnapper saved me from other kidnappers. But he got me out and he took care of me that night the way I could only imagine in my wildest fantasies that a knight in shining armor would.

I decided that if I’m stuck here, I’m at least going to try to find a way to be happy. Last night I didn’t know if I was going to make it out of that basement in Mexico, and then I didn’t know what’d happen to me when that driver told me I’d been sold, but now I was back near home, safe and warm, and I’d seen potential in Azriel Clarke. I decided that I didn’t want to just let life flutter away because I’m a victim of my own mistake.

Azriel Clarke has issues, it’s obvious. He’s dominating and angry and he can be cruel. He wasn’t nice to me the first week. He played some seriously messed up head games and he violated me repeatedly. He’s about to be promoted to be the head of a crime family — the same crime family that took me prisoner.

But he also has shown that he has potential. I like his family and they seem close. I could see myself becoming good friends with the girls and Dario doesn’t scare me so much anymore. He’d been really nice to me today.

Maybe I’m just a naïve 18 year old girl but Azriel seems to care about me and maybe I can nurture that potential so that with me he’s always the guy from the beach, the guy who rescued me. Maybe in time I can forgive him for what he’s done, overlook who he is. Maybe I can stay on his good side, make him always be more of the fancy dinner date guy when he’s with me.

Yeah, and maybe I’m an i***t. I don’t know how dark it’ll get. I don’t know what he’s doing down there. I only know that the threats he made in the car just before I was kidnapped scared me beyond any fear I’d ever had in my whole life. I fell back to sleep feeling very conflicted.

I jolted awake again before night was over, but this time it was because I’d had a horrible nightmare. I was back in the pink canopy bed and the man forcing me to give him the blowjob was Azriel. He’d been mean and horrible and then I got rescued by my dad but Dad didn’t shoot him; Azriel just said, ‘Take her, I’m done with her,’ then my Dad shot me and told me that I was too much trouble, that I’d weighed him down after Mom died and that I was causing too much of a ruckus and disrupting his new, perfect family and I wasn’t worth saving.

When I woke it was 4:am. Would this night ever end? I got up to get a drink and the bar fridge had no water in it so I put on a robe and decided to head to the kitchen. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard a loud voice in the kitchen. I stopped on the bottom step. I heard Dario’s voice,

“We need to just wait. No damn it! Don’t! Just circle and keep coming back.”

I stepped off the stairs and walked into the kitchen. He looked up at me and then said, “Call me in 30 minutes with an update. Or sooner if there’s any change.” He ended the call, “You alright?”

I nodded, “I’m just thirsty.” I got a bottle of water from the fridge, “Is Azriel okay?”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.