One month later

I was a month into this bullshit and to say I wanted to quit was an understatement.

"How hard is it for you to toast my bread?" He asked demandingly.

"Y-You didn't tell me to toast it before-"

"That was a rhetorical question Tanya. I didn't want you to answer I want you to fix the problem!" I got angry

"Screw you and your sandwich, you didn't say shit about toasting your nasty ass bread before I started making it now you're gonna-" His hand was around my throat before I knew it and my heart was in my shoes. He yanked me closer to him.

"I think you forgot who's in control Tanya. But it's not you." He whispered in my ear, my panties flooded before I knew it. His grasp around my neck vanished and he picked me up and put me on the counter, he stood in between my thighs as he forced my legs open wider, his hand trailed up my thigh and found my clit in no time. Willingly I arched my back into him as he rubbed my clit in circles. "You like that huh?" He groaned in my ear. I wasn't going to admit it until he pressed down harder on my clit, almost painfully so. "I asked you a question."

"Yes!" I moaned out, I could feel myself coming close to an orgasm. It had been a couple months since I had got some action, my body was glad I was getting some, maybe too glad.

"Call out my name." He whispered

"James!" I obliged, and before I could reach my orgasm he stopped.

"I guess that'll teach you to behave." He said before leaving. It took me a few seconds to regain myself before I got down.

I would definitely be sanitizing that counter.

I took my time cleaning up the mess before slowly heading my way to my room, I was very horny, he just left me high and dry, and I was never the one to orgasm just off of clit stimulation so what made this different?

"What the hell is wrong with you Tanya?" I asked myself in the bathroom mirror. I splashed some water on my face.

I was Tanya Williams, I was that bitch and I will stay that bitch until I die. No matter what. Amen.

"Tanya! Let's go." I heard James' booming voice call. Sighing I gave myself one more smile in the mirror before heading downstairs.

"Where a-"

"Don't question me, just get in the car." He said, I took a good look at him, he was wearing jeans and a white shirt while I was wearing this ridiculous outfit that made me look like a hobo. I looked poor, none of the clothes I had owned were transferred here so I had little to wear, James was kind enough to led me a few of his shirts and short, only after I refused to work for him for a few hours.

We were in his Dodge Challenger it was very quiet until I noticed my phone was ringing.

"Tay? Are you okay? I haven't see you around. Your apartment is up for lease, we're scared." I heard Sandra say, on the inside my heart broke and there was nothing I wanted to do but to cry my heart out to her, I was miserable.

"Hey Sandra, I'm okay I promise. Are you still getting money?"

"That's you who sends the money? What are you doing to get it? Are you safe? Are you near the person who owns you?"

"Yes." I answered slowly "I promise I'm okay, I'll see you soon I promise. Give Kane a kiss for me."

"We want you back." She said quietly. Sandra was like my little sister, I felt myself tear up and my eyes got watery. I quickly suppressed them.

"I will be okay, I can handle myself."

"I know, that's what scares me. I love you Tay."

"I love you too Sandra." I said before hanging up. I turned my head towards the window. Keep it down, don't show weakness. It was quiet as he pulled up to a mall. A mall?

"Let's go." He said. I got out of the car and followed behind him. We entered our first store, forever twenty one, when he finally talked to me.

"You can get anything you want. Don't take too long."

"Anything?" I asked. He sent me a glare before getting on a phone call. Fuck this bitch, I'm maxing all his cards the fuck out. I grabbed a few shopping bags and started shopping.

I was on my fifteenth pair of jeans when I felt some guilt. I bit my lip. Why the hell do I have such a good heart? I decided to put back five pair of the jeans but continued shopping for shirts. You could never have too many. I got a few pair of leggings and some scandalous clothes because I deserved to feel sexy. I met him in the front there he just stood there still on a phone call. He suddenly hung up and walked over to me.

"You done?" He asked, he was unimpressed and that made me want to knock him the fuck out. But I nodded with a smile on my face. It was a fake smile but on the inside I was happy to get some clothes. We stood in line until it was our turn and I refused to look at the price as it continued to go up.

"Five hundred eighty dollars and fifty five cents." I could've fell over and died. That was more than my old rent. That's how much I made in a week. I took the bags as James paid. He quickly ushered me out.

"Do you always have to be so dramatic, act like a civilized person?"