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As I turned to go to my bathroom for a shower, I could have sworn I heard a sound. Like … a moan?
Marinka’s bedroom was right next to mine, so I headed straight there. Tasha didn’t sleep in the house. She had a family and a husband, and now that Marinka was back, she could spend more time with her daughter. I’d still pay her a salary because she needed it, but she wouldn’t have to work as much.
“No, Sebastian! No, please! Let me go!”
I instantly recognised Marinka’s voice. Barging inside her room, I switched on the lights. She was tossing and turning on the bed, in complete distress, still wearing all her clothes from today. I rushed to her side, took off my jacket, and lay on the bed with her.
“Hey, baby, you’re okay. Don’t worry, I am here,” I said, taking her into my arms.
“Please, this isn’t right, please!” she screamed, and then I started shaking her, panicking a little because she wasn’t waking up and it sounded like she was having a nightmare.
“Wake up! Marinka, wake up!”
She threw her hands around and kicked the covers.
Finally, her eyes opened and she glanced at me, completely disorientated. I brought her closer to my body, trying to calm her down. She trembled in her arms, drenched in sweat.
“Just breathe in, Marinka. Breathe in deeply. This was just a nightmare,” I said, and then she must have finally snapped out of it, because she started struggling.
“Get the fuck away from me!” she yelled, trying to push me off her. The pain in her voice shook me to the core, so did as she asked, lifting my arms in surrender.
“It’s me, Marinka. It’s only me. I came here because I heard you screaming from outside. Sounds like you were having a nightmare.”
But she wasn’t calming down, so I got off the bed and leaned against the wall.
“You raped me! You came into my room and forced yourself on me, so stop lying, you piece of shit!” she continued to shout, pointing her finger at me.
I had no idea what she was talking about and soon, tears began streaming down her face. I exhaled sharply and took a step towards her. She clutched her covers closer to her body, shaking her head.
Only then did I finally process what she said. Did she really accuse me of raping her?
As I dragged my hands through my hair, Pedro burst inside holding a gun. He looked like he’d just woken up.
“What’s happened, Ms. Dimitrei? Are you okay?” he asked.
“She was having a nightmare, but it’s all fine now. You can leave us alone,” I said, raising my voice so he’d finally notice me.
Pedro nodded and left the room. Marinka stared at me with so much fear, I almost thought I’d really had done something wrong.
“No, this wasn’t a nightmare. It was real. You were in my room and then you were saying all these horrible things to me,” she said, her voice breaking.
“But I was out most of the evening, and I’d just come back when I heard you screaming in hallway. When I entered your room, I was trying to comfort you, teacup,” I explained slowly, calmly, although I was ready to destroy something. She was fucking deluded. I would have never forced myself on her or on any other woman.
Of course, she didn’t know that. She didn’t know the real me…
Her eyes were wide and puffy. Her lower lip started to tremble.
“This is impossible. It felt so real,” she muttered.
I took a few steps towards her, truly wanting to comfort her, but I never wanted her to look at me that way, filled with so much fear and terror. I wasn’t a monster. I loved her more than she could imagine.
“You need to understand that I would never force myself on you, Marinka. I might be a gangster, but I am not a rapist. Nothing is going to happen between us unless you consent to it and trust me, you will want me to touch you,” I told her in as even a tone as I could muster.
The truth was that she had been driving me crazy ever since she’d woken up from the coma, but I pushed back my own needs because they didn’t matter. I was patient enough to wait, and I understood she needed time to adjust to me. She didn’t have to know that I’d been walking around with a permanent hard on every time I was near her.
She took several deep breaths before saying, “I’m sorry, I was dazed. I was having a nightmare, and it was so vivid and erotic.” She sounded embarrassed.
‘Erotic’ was an interesting word choice. Had the experience turned her on?
