Chapter 14: The Red Monster

Tsuki's POV

Keenan's Bedroom

"You're a disgrace! You disgust me!"

Every insult he hurled at me made the tears sting at the back of my eyes. A sob threatened to escape and I held it back. The words hurt more than the actual slap did. I knew what I had been doing was wrong, but with Sunn it just felt so right. Almost perfect in a sense, like bread and jam. Wasn't I allowed one morsel piece of happiness? Did he have to snatch that away, too?

I dashed away at a tear that had somehow managed to trickle down my cheek. Only he had the power to break me and make me feel completely useless. I hated that about him. He made me feel nothing.

"I gave you one simple fucking task!" he barked, "and what did you do? You messed it up. I knew I should have called your sister. She at least would have been more competent." And there went the last of my dignity when he was finished spitting that last sentence in my face.

I no longer fought to hold the tears back, I cried uncontrollably. Everyone with eyes knew that my sister was the apple of his eyes, I was merely the one who had bred his sons. I was the girl he called when my sister wasn't feeling well. All his love and compassion was stored up for her. The hatred and hurtful words were saved for me. Ah, I was his back-up. He hated me because I gave him the one thing she couldn't. It wasn't my fault I was freaking fertile.

I wanted to scream at myself, too. I stayed, hoping that things would have gotten better. That, somehow, one day he would look at me the same way he looked at my sister. I realized now that that was only a silly notion on my part. It was never going to happen. He would never notice me as along as my sister was still in the picture doing all she could to make sure he was a kept man. I loved him while he loathed my guts.

I cried openly and freely and the only thing I could register on his face was disgust. Was I to be blamed for all that was happening right now?

With quick strides he reached my side and roughly yanked my head back. The jerking caused my tears to momentarily subside. I blinked back tears as I gazed up into his handsome face. Gosh. What was wrong with me? The man had completely shattered my self worth moments ago and here I was wanting to be dicked down by him.

"And if I lose my job because of you, you're not going to like it," he warned. He released my hair and violently pushed me to a corner of the room. I might as well be yesterday's dinner; that was how he treated me.

He started pacing the room, no doubt mulling over another course of action now that I had ruined this one. Unintentionally, of course.

Finally, he stopped pacing to address me. "Pack your things. You're going home," he told me coldly. My bottom lip quivered. So much for two weeks alone with him. He rolled his eyes. "Oh, quit your acting Tsuki. You caused this on yourself. Simply because you could not follow a few basic instructions. I was rooting for you." My head jerked up at that. Did that mean..?

Was that something I should cling to?

Not wanting to irritate him further, I bustled around the apartment grabbing up my few belongings. I stuffed everything I had into a huge carry on bag. A part of me didn't want to leave, I know that sounded foolish but I wanted a chance to redeem myself. To show him that I was worth something, at least.

Releasing a sigh, I made my way back to the bedroom. He was on his phone, so like the dutiful girlfriend I was I waited until he was finished. He rarely had open conversations in front of me. Most of what he said was encrypted in some secret code. Not that I cared.

The call ended and he spun around on his heels to finally acknowledge me. He gave me a look that I couldn't read. Gosh, everything with him was giving me mixed signals. One minute he wanted me, the next he wanted to kill me. Guess I lived for the thrill and excitement of it all.

Eventually he spoke up, "Catt will be here to pick you up in about an hour. Do you have everything?" He was really sending me away? Without a second chance.. Did I dare to ask him for one? My voice came out in a squeaky whisper, "Okay." Undeniably, the control he had over me was quite exasperating.

He sunk down into the plush couch that nestled beside the king-sized bed. He closed his eyes and I could see that he had relaxed a notch. That was good. The bedroom had been tastefully decorated in black and white. Black furniture, with white thrown here and there in a fashionable manner. He had told me long ago that something about those shades were calming to him.

"Strip and play with yourself."

What? Was he being serious right now? Was he some kind of sadist?

He growled, "Are you deaf? Or can't you follow simple instructions?"

Not wanting to infuriate him further, I slipped out of the grey pants suit I had worn to "work" earlier. I looked at him but his eyes were still closed. There was no reason for me to feel shy, right? He had seen me nude on countless occasions. But somehow each time felt like it was the first.

My fingers found my nipples in a knowingly manner. I twisted and turned them heightening my arousal. A moan escaped my lips and I could see him give a nod of approval.

My fingers went down to my folds. I was soaking wet. I was just as bad as him. I teased one finger inside of me and slowly worked it while my thumb ran circles on my sensitive nub. This felt so good. I moaned again thoroughly enjoying myself.

My moans filled the room and I watched with contentment as he loosened his belt.