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Remi smiled, white teeth pressing into his lips as he held back a laugh.

The kisses we’d shared haunted me with delusions of happiness. I turned away from him as he pushed the bag of chips back against my folded legs.

“Have you already done it?”

“What, paid him? Yeah.”

“Raped me?” The back of my hand caught a silent tear. “Did you have sex with me while I was sleeping?” Another tear rolled, and I didn’t catch that one.

“No.” I was ready to call him a liar when he said, “But I wanted to. I just kissed you.”

“Where?” I placed another chip on my tongue, and it was gone in seconds. “Did you drug me to do it?”

“I kissed you in lots of places.”

He didn’t even look sorry about it.

“You taste nice.”

“Have you lost your mind? I’m a person, Remi!”

“You’re property that I’ve paid to use.”

“Fuck you!”

A red print was left on his face by my hand, and another was about to land there when he caught my arm, descending over me as he pushed me into the bed.

His hardening cock pressed into my thigh, and the same desire sparkled in his eyes.

“I’m not property.” I shook my head, still unable to believe those words. “I hate you. I fucking hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” He turned his head to me, our lips brushing, encouraging him to steal another kiss, like he didn’t have enough last night.

“Yes, I do,” I spat.

“No. You don’t.” His tone turned cold, his grip tighter on my wrist while my free hand kept pushing at him. “It would be awfully cruel if you really did.”

“And why is that?” I demanded, fully pinned beneath him, his eyes on mine, his hardening cock, that I pretended not to notice, against my thigh.

“Because I’d give you the world if that were an option.”

“Oh, please. You chose drugs. You chose your career. And you sent me into this nightmare!”

He laughed, the sound cruel so close to my ears. “You have no idea what I’m risking by being here.”

“A fucking job because that’s all it is. A status. A superiority that you put on a fucking pedestal. I cared about you.”

“I could fucking cherish you.”

“And yet, look at us. An actual human slave and a doped-up rockstar.” I wanted to air quote, but his weight was suffocating me. I couldn’t move.

“Sounds like the greatest love there ever was.”

“I don’t love you. I’m not sure what I felt, but it’s gone now.”

“Liar.” He laughed, seeing straight through me to the part that wanted to believe there was good in him, buried beneath all the drugs.

I fought against it, against him, and feeling anything for him ever again. My knee collided violently with his hard cock. He didn’t roll off of me or so much as flinch. And the heaviness in my chest returned as a reward for my poor efforts.

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