Free Consequences of Deception by Ella Fox

possible out of my body, and by the time he is finished I am like a limp noodle, gasping for air, and a total sweat-covered mess.
    I don’t know what to expect now, but I am certain that whatever is going to happen is going to lead to sex. Shame washes over me as I admit to myself that my body isn’t against the idea at all. I’m going to be having sex with him for the next year and I have to admit… under different circumstances, I’d sign up for the chance.
    When he pushes back off the bed and stands up, I expect him to take his clothes off. Instead, he turns and walks away. When he gets to the door, he looks back at me. “If you had any real doubt about the fact that I own your body, I hope that cleared it up for you. Take a shower and be ready to go to dinner in an hour.”
    Without another word he leaves my room, slamming the door behind him. I stare at the back of the door in silence for about a minute before jumping up and running into the bathroom. I spend the next twenty minutes shaking like a leaf in the shower as tears pour down my face. Once upon a time I’d have given anything to have Killian touching my body, but not like this.
    Never like this.

It’s tricky getting ready while avoiding looking at my eyes in the mirror, but I manage it. I’m mad at myself for being such a silly, stupid girl. I’ve been telling myself for years that I need to be completely over Killian, that I need to hate him and should never feel anything but disgust towards him again. So having my body betray me the way it did, as quickly as it did, is as humiliating as it is terrifying.
    When I finish drying my hair I style it back in a French braid. My make-up is simply a touch of mascara and some lip-gloss. Just going in and out of Wal-Mart today has led me to understand that any heavier make-up is only going to melt in the humidity and since my skin is clear, I don’t need it anyway. Going through all of the new clothes, I choose a royal blue, strapless ankle-length dress that I pair with a tan colored belt. Once I put a new pair of flip-flops on I am officially ready to go. I stand at my bedroom door, holding a hand against my stomach as I take deep breaths and gather my courage. When I am fairly confident in my ability to stay composed, I open the door and step into the living room.
    Killian is seated at the dining area table fooling around with an iPad. I’m not sure what to expect but I am pretty damn sure that he’ll say something crude or insulting to put me down so I have my guard up.
    Acting as if his tongue wasn’t all over me just an hour ago, he sets the iPad down and slides it towards me.
    “It’s all set up and ready to go and you’ve got iTunes and Kindle accounts, so buy whatever you want. I’m monitoring what you do on this so don’t even think about reaching out to Demi or any of your friends. In a few weeks, after the hubbub surrounding the closing of Evans dies down, you can talk to her until you’re blue in the face. Do you understand?”
    I nod my head in understanding without looking him in the eye and leave it at that. Contact with the outside world isn’t on my agenda for the foreseeable future and I realize that Killian assumes that I want to be emailing or calling my friends, but he is way off base. I only have one true friend, Demi, and I don’t want to talk to her right now because I’m not ready to lie to her. Maybe in a few weeks I will have figured out a way to go along with this lie without having a nervous breakdown talking to her, but that time isn’t now.
    We don’t say anything to each other after that, both of us choosing silence during the ride to the restaurant. I am relieved to see that it is packed, because that means the noise level is rather high. Luckily Killian has thought to make a reservation, so we are seated right away. We remain silent as we both peruse our menus and make our choices. After the waitress leaves our table, we sit in silence.
    Ignoring Killian