Free Resignation by Missy Jane

almost looked angry, and she tried to imagine the image she presented
to him in the harsh morning light. Her rumpled bed stood as a testament to the
night she’d spent with her lover, as well as the love bites still stinging her
skin. She didn’t know how much was obvious or what he might make of it, but
Marc seemed to be staring at her too intently for a man who no longer wanted
her.
    “I’m fine. I need to get dressed to go out. Just give me the
key and go so I can get on with my day.”
    “Where are you going?”
    “It’s none of your damn business where I’m going. You need
to leave—”
    “So you can be with him? Where is your precious security
guard this morning, Darina? He sure as hell isn’t at work. I made certain of
that over an hour ago.”
    Everything in Darina froze and her panic turned to anger.
    You son of a bitch.
    “What the hell are you talking about?”
    He chuckled and took the few remaining steps toward her,
crowding her against the nightstand.
    “It seems we no longer have a need for two daytime guards.
You know how it is, sweetheart, with the way the economy is right now layoffs
are a fact of life.”
    “You bastard,” she whispered, as she pressed the speaker
button on her phone.
    “I might be a bastard, but at least I’m a man worthy of you.
What the hell were you thinking, fucking security? I really thought you were
better than that.”
    “Oh I don’t know, Marc. Seems I’ll fuck just about anything
seeing as I fucked you for two years.”
    “Bitch,” he hissed between clenched teeth as he grabbed her
upper arms violently.
    “Let go! You’re hurting me!”
    “You think this is pain? What do you think I felt when I saw
you touch him, huh?”
    “It shouldn’t matter, you bastard. You’re with Heather now,
not me.”
    “Heather is nothing but a means to an end, Darina. It’s you
I want. You’re what I’ve always wanted. You just couldn’t wait for me to make
it to the top and come back for you, could you? You just had to start fucking
around with someone else.”
    He shook her, causing the phone to fall from her hand and
hit the ground. She prayed Sol had answered and could hear the trouble she was
in. This was a side to Marc she’d never seen, never suspected existed. She had
no idea how to get out of this on her own. The sheet she held in a death grip
by one fist began to loosen, and she used her other hand to push against Marc’s
chest.
    “You’re hurting me. Marc, let go!”
    His grip tightened, bruising her flesh, and she opened her
mouth to scream. Just as she took a deep breath, he suddenly lifted her and
tossed her onto the bed. The air was knocked out of her and she fought to
breathe.
    “All I wanted was to be successful, Darina, to show you I
could make it to the top. Girls like Heather never stick around for long
anyway. She would’ve gotten sick of me eventually, but I wanted to be her
father’s right-hand man before that happened.”
    Darina scooted to the other side of the bed, as far away
from Marc as she could get. He approached the bed slowly, unbuckling his belt
on the way. Finally able to draw in enough air, she gasped as she began to
shake her head.
    “You’re insane. How could you think I would ever take you
back after you cheated on me?”
    He removed his belt and pulled his shirt from his pants. He
stopped at the side of the bed and toed off his shoes, still watching her.
    “You love me, Darina. We had two good years together. I know
you hate to be alone. If I came back to you with an apology on my lips, I knew
you’d take me back.”
    She shook her head more adamantly as she gripped the sheet
tighter.
    Oh God, he’s insane.
    “No. Never, you asshole! I would never trust you again and
nothing you could say would change that.”
    His face showed his anger before he yanked his shirt off and
dropped it on the floor.
    “Perhaps not, so what do you say I fuck you one last time
then?”
    She opened her mouth to scream as Marc placed a knee