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shivered, bringing her legs together and moaned.
    I’d just made her pussy wet. I was used to it being that easy. It set up a stage for the most satisfying angry sex ever. Thing about it was, I wasn’t that Eric anymore. I was her Eric—Nikki's Eric. And right now, I had a strong urge to fuck the shit out of her. No matter what I tried to do, she seemed stuck in neutral, unwilling and unable to take control of who she was and own it. Might’ve been more difficult to accept the way she was, given I went on a tiny bit of a rampage. I had her aunt and a few other people who fucked with her killed within less than a year. She pretended it didn’t affect her. I knew better. She never really got over some of the things I had to do to keep her at my level of perfection, and well, alive.  
    I was on the verge of reaching the limit of my patience.
    “Are you turned on right now?” I asked the woman who was serving as my temporary source of entertainment.
    “N-no.”
    “Yes, you are.” I leaned forward, barely touching her. “You came in your panties when I threatened your husband. When you fuck him tonight for likely all of three minutes, you will fantasize about me and my huge cock—a cock you’ll never get to see. Meanwhile, when I leave this bathroom, I’ll have completely forgotten about you.” I was getting to her. It was so tangible, I could taste it. “Look, it’s happening as we speak.”
    “You’re an asshole!” Her knee-jerk reaction was to slap me. She tried. She really did. But, when I gave her the full extent of my intimidating glare, she thought better of it. She skittered out of the bathroom so fast, she almost ate the tile on her way out. I took in a deep breath, attempting to get high off the aftereffects, but I couldn’t.  
    Something was blocking me.
    The woman had me screwed up. I hated it. I enjoyed it. It made me feel…uncomfortable and comfortable all at the same time.
    Goddamn you, Nikki.

BY THE TIME I reached the hotel suite, my body felt inundated with an incapacitating weight.  
    I immediately roamed the room in search of the stash of lithium I hid in the lining of my purse for emergencies. I crushed up the pills on the bathroom vanity and snorted it with a shortened straw.  
    It infiltrated my brain immediately, releasing me from the precipice of anger.  
    I wiped the powder from my nose and slipped into the Queen bed, decorated with inviting, plush white linens.

    THE HOTEL DOOR SWUNG open and slammed closed. The alerting sound awakened me. Rolling over, I sat up in bed. I tucked my knees to my chest and hugged my legs as I looked up, expecting to be met with a livid Eric.  
    Walking next to the windowed wall, opposite the bed, he tossed a black gift box on the armchair next to the writing desk. He walked toward the bed and stood at the foot, glaring at me. “I need an explanation, Nikki,” he demanded with a quiet anger that thrust my nervous system into a turmoil.  
    My head felt slightly heavy as the effects of the drug I’d taken only thirty minutes ago still lingered. “I couldn’t….be there anymore.”
    “Your reaction wasn’t fucking acceptable.”
    “What did you expect?” I queried softly. “I told you I couldn’t do it and you dragged me there anyway. I don’t like your friends. They are always bitchy toward me.”
    He abruptly pinched my chin, jerking my head upward. As he searched my eyes, his anger increased. “Goddamn it, woman,” he muttered, tilting his head down as he jammed his hands through his hair.
    “I told you when we met I was a mess. I will always be a mess you can’t fix. Stop trying.”
    His eyes shot up at me, showing the full extent of the fire. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He leaned across the bed and pulled my feet. The force and abrupt movement slowed my reaction. I fell haphazardly back on the bed. Catching myself by my elbows, I fought to remain upright.  
    His hands burned in their tight grasp on my thighs as he leaned over