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five year age
gap. I mentally scold myself for even thinking of her sexually, I
have to stop these dangerous thoughts.
    'To answer your question, I care
because I couldn't let that creep force you to go with him. Do God
only knows what to you with or without your consent. Plus that
other prick hit you.' My fists are clenched as I look at the gash
on her forehead and the purple bruising already forming on the side
of her beautiful face.
    'Who were they?' I ask taking a
sip of my wine to try and hide the tightness of my voice and sound
calm but fail miserably. She looks away reluctant to answer.
    'It doesn't matter.' She says
shaking her head slowly, I am angered by her blatant dismissal but
don't say anything. Why should she tell me, she doesn't know
me?
    'Are we going to have sex?' She
blushes bright red, I can't help but find it sweet. Woah thats new,
I usually avoid blushing innocent girls, they scream clingy. All
the anger I was feeling evaporates at her bold question.
    'Do you want to?' I tease not
able to help myself, she's just so innocent. Panic that flashes
through her eyes and I instantly regretting my stupid comment.
Stupid Liam.
    'If you want to......you paid
for it, I guess.' She stutters, her calm and happy happy mood gone,
replaced by fear and resignation.
    'Relax Lexi, I was teasing. I
never paid to have sex with you, I am happy talking to you. Just
talking.' I say calmly and clearly.
    'Really.' she seems shocked and
maybe a little skeptical.
    'Really, if you don't mind me
asking how many times have you done this?' I am curious as to how a
hooker can be afraid of sex. I mean I am not bad looking, I usually
have women falling at my feet. Something out her sends off warning
signals all over my body.
    'This is my first time, I didn't
want to do it but Mike... He made me. As you saw...' Her honesty
shocks me and I am happier than I should be with her answer.
    'Is Mike your boyfriend?' I hate
myself for asking but it came out before I can stop it. Why must I
set myself up for torture?
    She snorts loudly and shakes her
head, looking down at her now half empty wine glass then taking a
sip and I do the same.
    'No Mike is my........well Mike
he is my Step-Father.' She twists her fingers in her lap and
doesn't meet my eyes as I try to comprehend her words.
    The stem of my glass snaps when
my grip tightens as rage engulfs me like wild fire. I have never
felt anything like it before, I try to catch it but fail and it
spills all over the white fur fug but I can't bring myself to care.
My gaze locked on the girl on my sofa frozen in panic, her body
shaking in fear, of what? Then it hits me like a bucket of
ice.....me, she is scared of me.
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Chapter Four
    Lexi
    'Lexi, Lexi! Sweetheart look at
me...' He pleads softly but I can't move, I can't bare him hurting
me. I don't understand why but being here with Liam is the safest I
have felt in a long while, I knew it was too good to be true.
    'Lexi, please.' I want to, I
really do, but I can't bare to see anger contorting his beautiful
face. I don't want my memory of being here, being with him to be
tainted by fear like all my others. I am torn from my thoughts when
two warm, soft hands touch my cheeks gently yet I flinch. I cant
help it, its my natural reaction when anybody touches me. I hate
that it happens with him though.
    It's then I realize he is on his
knees at my feet and his hands haven't moved, I gulp and look up to
from my feet to stare back into his stormy grey eyes and they
consume me, I feel so lost. Yet found. So out of my depth but so
calm.
    The intensity of his gaze makes
me drop mine and my eyes fall to his gorgeous full lips and I am
taken off guard by feelings so strange I can't place them. My blood
is rushing through my veins, my heart is pounding out of my chest
yet it is not from fear, it is from need, desire for him. Every
part of my being is screaming for him to kiss me. Just kiss