Chapter 18 - You Bad Baby Mona

Mona's POV:

“He? He what, baby? Come on. Tell. You’re right he’s a big dick fucker. I lied about that. So, tell me. He what?” I act as her best friend. I’m crazy, I know….

She retracts and crumbles on her chair, staring on the floor.

Aww! She’s hurt…. Don’t start crying. I hate crybabies.

“But I love him….”

Aww!

Yeah, she’s honest. At some levels. Ha-ha!

I snap my fingers at her and she flinches her stare at me with tears playing in her eyes.

“Never cry over a man, honey. Alright? One who doesn’t choose you is not worth your tears.”

I’m sincere with her.

“You’re a beautiful woman who deserves love from a man. You should seek a man who loves you for real and you would always be his first choice, not an option for sex. I’m not speaking as Shawn’s wife right now, but as a fellow woman. An official woman of a man is never kept in the shadows or out of public reach of awareness. And as a woman, never go after a man. A man needs to have balls and go the mile to take that woman, the one he wants as his own. If you go after a man and he doesn’t want you, no matter how much you want and love him, he will never choose you. So, keep your integrity and impose respect and show you deserve to be the first choice and not the occasional option. What you are doing right now is lowering your being and you don’t deserve that, Anastacia. He doesn’t want you? Fuck him and let the one who truly deserves you find you and claim you. If a woman forces a man to take her when he doesn’t want her, that woman will live a toxic relationship with him and never meet happiness. He will always go to others or to the one he loves. If that would make you happy, to only know he’s chained to you as in the name of a relationship, but not really having a relationship, then fine. But trust me, at some point, you won’t be able to take it anymore and you’ll have a major breakdown and feel miserable. Whatever love, mad love, you thought you had for the guy, it will transform into a massive pain which will consume your body, your heart, your soul, your mind. Is it worth it? I don’t think so. But hey, you can do whatever. It’s your life after all. Maybe you would like that and I’m wrong.”

I’m putting off my cigarette in the ashtray, real to my words as I’m speaking from my heart to her.

She stands up, grabbing her purse, and my lips curb into a smile with my eyebrows going up.

“I HATE YOU!” She puffs at me with her eyes still playing in tears. I’m same calm and cool bitch. “But yes! I see now why.”

What?

My left eyebrow tilts but I stay silent. She smiles at me, a real one, bobbing her head.

“You’ll hear from me again, Mona. I haven’t fucked him. I lied. I like you. And I never like another bitch wanting what’s mine. But you?” She grows her smile at me. “You just went on top of my friends list. Don’t tell Fredrik about this as he’ll fuck my family. I’ll back off. Why? No friend of mine cared about me like you did just now. That’s rare. I may not have your studies, but I know value when I see it. And I know he forced you….” She winks at me. “Bye, Mona. You’re a cool chick….” She says that while exiting my office like on a catwalk.

I’m blinking with a smile at her back….

“Bye, baby.”

Here goes down the drain my plan on fucking Bad Boy Fucker with baby vampy…. Yeah, well…. At least, she’s not totally a bad girl. She was genuine just now…. Well, she’s a mafia girl and they, too, have balls. Ha-ha!

I’m shaking my head in disbelief and Dana comes in, shutting the door at her back.

“What did she say? She was smirking just now and winked at me like she liked me or something.”

I sum it up for Dana and she fancies baby vampy now. I then delete the recording between us on the audio recorder and give it back to Dana. I can’t use it now anyways. She then goes to her office and I resume my work.

When I turn my phone back on, there’s a 'ton' of missed calls from Shawn to which I ‘UGH!’ and text messages, along with other calls from people related to the company. I ignore, as always, everything from him, and do my thing till midnight again.

I’m in the limo, aiming 'home', with the guys in front and the suit of cars flanking the limo. My brain is pulsating, my heart is fucked, I do have shivers down my spine, I’m kind of hungry, and I’m a bit napping as my eyes are shut, with my back leaned on my seat.

“Madam?” That’s Gibson.

I don’t open my eyes.

“What is it?”

“Boss said to tell you he’s sorry it’s taking so….” I shake my right hand at him to shut up, still with my eyes shut.

“I don’t care. You know that by now. I hope you haven’t told him about Anastacia as I ordered you. She’s not a bad soul after all.”

“No, I haven’t told him. She apologized to me for her behavior and said she likes you the best.” He chuckles. “She’s sometimes crazy and after boss with her….”

I again shake my right hand at him to stop giving me details.

“Don’t care. Good you haven’t told him. Make sure you don’t. Anything else?” The headache I have is sprouting and my breathing is a bit fucked as well. I forgot to take the evening meds…. Yep.

“No, Madam….” He goes silent and I continue my tormented 'napping'….

At least I’m not waited by the fucker at home to have another round of fucked brains or worse. God? Keep him safe over there as I wouldn’t want for something to happen to him in general, but keep him there for as long as possible. Thank you for this week of being able to breath in peace on that side. ‘Cause for the rest of things I’m fucked…. Oh yeah….

When I reach home, I go straight to the bedroom, masking myself I’m fine for Gibson and Adrien to not see I’m barely standing. I don’t need questions or people alerting themselves around me as they’re always with hawk eyes on me.

I undress my clothes and grab a night white satin pajama with pants and a pair of black thongs and head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I do all this dragging myself around with my vision jiggling a bit and my body like dipped in ice. And yes, I lock my bedroom’s door. I always do it. I may be the wife, but I’m among strangers and though I trust them at some levels, prevention is always welcomed.

The hot shower helps me a tad to recover body heat, but I get out from the bathroom all dressed and shivering, rubbing the sides of my arms, hurrying my steps to crawl on the bed and have the duvet and all on me to get warm. My phone is on the nightstand and it’s ringing again. I know it must be Bad Boy Fucker, so I don’t bother to check it.

God! I can’t fucking get warm! And my heart is aching….

I don’t know how much has passed since I’m in bed, but I’m tossing, curling, having a bad state all over. I’m trying to regulate my breathing, but it’s like I’m pulling my soul out…. It’s not first time I’m having this. I had it many times at my life, but after that accident, they’re kind of getting 'permanent'.

I would have so loved Bad Boy Fucker’s heat right now…. And the caressing and kisses. Yeah…. THE FUCK AM I THINKING?! HE WOULDN’T RESUME TO THAT! Fucking shit…. I’m going crazy with all this I’m having…. I didn’t eat…. I feel like throwing up…. I don’t feel my legs and feet…. That cold I am…. And it’s not cold in the room…. It’s from me as always…. Shit….

At some point, my brain blacks out and I’m probably asleep. Yeah, I’m dreaming I’m back in England and working on the last project. Then I dream of what happened with Frederik before he left, a rerun of kissing and all that to which I both cringe and crave for his embrace as even while sleeping I’m cold as fuck and my heart is a wild jam because of it. But I’m in a deep sleep as I have no awareness around me. My brain takes me through a roll of different dreams with events from my past, some not so important, others kind of dark.

Yeah, I, too, have some secrets, hence the dark theme of 'dreams' for the past moments. Frederik is one heavy and strong motherfucker, and I can’t beat the shit out of him and submit him to my wants in not touching me and all that. But with others? Let’s say I’m dangerous, physically. And guns? Let’s say I’m not a stranger to them. Racing is not my only rebel side. But that is the only one known by dad and other small circle of people. The rest is in the shadows and not even Frederik couldn’t have found out about it. If he’s on me for the last month and a week, I haven’t acted anything for him to find out. And I’ll keep it like that.

However, when I’ll need to do something, it’ll be hard as fuck with the entire security I have after me…. Anyhow.

I’m like defrosting and I feel a big hand slipping on my belly going to the bottom of my breasts, under my shirt, and there’s movement at my back with an unbelievable heat and massive, muscled torso. I’m between dreaming and reality. I don’t move or open my eyes as inside I’m fucked because of my state.

What the fuck is happening? Am I dreaming? But the heat and feeling of the person are so damn real….

My heart contracts and comes back in a range of lunatic beats. It’s a man by the dimensions at my back as I’m sleeping on my right side. A familiar scent comes from him….

Sensual hot kisses with an accompanied hot breath are trailing the side of my neck sending chills down my spine. The hand is now going down from under my breasts, caressing my bare skin, travels till my belly, gently pulling my left hip, now having my ass stamped on the…manhood of the fucker.

I have the clarity I also have an arm under my head, and I’m enveloped in fire from the person. The same hand from my hip now slips under my pants down my thigh with a burning touch and light squeeze from place to place, and the heavy breathing chest is moving on my back as the fucker’s body which’s kind of or more sexual on me. I hear his husky voice in a whisper in my right ear while he’s kissing it and inhaling my scent, so turned on and tensed up at my back.

I’ll fucking kill him…. He came back and I heard not even one noise to wake up…. And he fucking unlocked the door to come inside…. SON OF A BITCH!

I fake sleeping though he’s again affecting my senses like the Devil he is, and I can’t say I’m totally against what he’s acting on me, but under some limits and not accessing my 'down part'. Yeah…. I’m in bliss I’m not cold anymore because of him….

“You bad baby Mona….”

You Bad Boy Fucker….