Free Ms. Perfectly Imperfect: BBW BWWM Interracial Romance by Roxy Wilson

against the desk. Her thigh hit the table so hard that a scream of pain gushed from her lips. He fell on top of her. She was now pinned between his body and the desk. With one hand, he grabbed her wrist and with the other, he tried to yank off his trousers.
    She hit him repeatedly on the head with her free hand. Layla tugged his hair hard enough to make his head shake but he refused to get off. She scratched his neck with her nails. Again and again, she screamed. Was this how it would end? Was he going to get his way with her? Could she do nothing to stop him?
    Suddenly, his weight was dragged off her and he fell on the floor. “You bastard!” Asher shouted. Picking up the heavy chair, he held it over Bryan. “I’m going to kill you.”
    “No, Asher, please. Don’t waste your time and energy on this fool.” She didn’t want her friend to go to jail for assaulting the guy. “Leave him.” Relief flooded through her when she realized she’d been saved just in time. If Asher didn’t come, this man would have violated her body. Layla kicked him while he lay cowering on the floor.
    Asher lowered the chair. Putting his arm around Layla, he led her to the door. “I’m going to call the police.”
    She picked up her purse. Her mother never reported the rape because she was scared of humiliation, but Layla was made of sterner stuff. “Let’s get out and do it. I can’t stand to see him.”
    Outside, she dialed 911 and made her complaint. Asher put a chair under the door handle, so that Bryan couldn’t open it. “I got your message and was surprised that you didn’t know that the studio was closed for an emergency renovation of their fire alarm system. We canceled the shoot and informed Bryan. He was supposed to tell you.”
    “He must have realized that it was the perfect opportunity to get me alone.” Layla shook her head as she pondered over the man’s diabolic nature. Did he really think that if he forced himself on her, she would remain quiet? Perhaps other women wouldn’t say anything and let bygones be bygones, but she didn’t want to give him another opportunity to do the same to someone else. If she didn’t hold him accountable, he would be free to do the same to someone who didn’t know about his true nature.
    “When I got your message, I thought something must be wrong, since you didn’t know about the cancellation and rushed here to find out what was going on.”
    She didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t turned up. “Thank you.”
    When the police came, it took a lot of time and effort. Luckily, the evidence was right on hand. They bagged the skin that came out from under her fingernails. Bryan’s body was inspected for injury marks that she left on him. Asher gave his statement. It was a long process. The police offered to take her to the hospital, but she declined. More than her body, her spirit was hurt by Bryan’s actions. He was responsible for shaping her career. For years, she trusted him, and this is how he repaid her.
    Once the formalities were all over and Bryan was taken to the police station, Asher offered to drop her home.
    “I need to go to the hospital.”
    “Why? Is everything okay?”
    “I volunteer at the pediatric wing.” Layla felt the urge to be with the kids who needed her.
    Asher dropped her off and she went inside. Charlotte was still in the ward. Layla spent her time playing with her. Later, she read to all the children. It was the best part of her day.
    “Can we pretend to be princesses again?” demanded Charlotte.
    “Sure, sweetheart.”
    “Why don’t you be a princess, and I’ll be evil monster who locks you in a tower?”
    Layla laughed at the girl’s description. The child sure had a creative imagination. “Alright, I’ll do it, but there’s no tower here.”
    “We’ll pretend that the closet is the tower.”
    “Closet?”
    Charlotte pointed to a door that was opposite the nurse’s desk. “That closet. They