My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 51

Holden roughly grabbed Andrea's arm and led her out of the car, walking in a fast pace that almost made Andrea stumble. Andrea turned her head around, only catching a glimpse of a billboard opposite the motel and the incomplete neon sign of the motel.

"We're staying here for the night, love," Holden said as they entered a small motel room.

The motel was just off the highway and if it were a different situation, Andrea might have found the motel cozy and comfortable but for the time being, she felt like the apple-green walled motel was her own hell.

“What are you doing?” she asked, as Holden dropped her onto the bed and tied her hands on the metal headboard.

“What does it appear to you I’m doing?” he asked, as he tightened the rope more, making Andrea wince.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, and then he gently kissed Andrea’s bound hands.

“Don’t touch me,” she spat out, trying to sit up.

Holden positioned his upper body on top of her, his face, which she first thought resembled an angel, blocked her line of sight.

“I’m going to touch you anywhere I want,” Holden said as he kissed Andrea on the lips, ferociously, which she did not respond to.

“Kiss me back,” he demanded and crashed his lips to hers again. She remained motionless, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Holden bit her lip, hard, eliciting a shriek from her, “I’ll bite you again if you don’t kiss me back,” Holden warned.

Andrea complied, without thinking, moving her lips together with Holden. Holden shifted and put himself on top of Andrea, his hands roaming her body.

His tongue asked for entrance and fearing her lips bitten again, she accepted him. Andrea cried even more as she felt Holden’s erection on her stomach and his hands dangerously near her breasts.

He moaned, and the very same moment, Andrea wished herself dead. She hated how his tongue assaulted her mouth; She hated how his hands fondled her breasts; She hated how she can’t seem to move her hands out of the bound; She hated Holden; but most unfortunately, she hated herself.

If it weren’t for her stubbornness, she wouldn’t have applied to Holden’s company. She wouldn’t have met Holden, again. But no, fearing her forever dependence to the people who loves her, she dared venture the world alone; not following what her parents and Lance told her right.

Lance, she thought.

She wanted Lance to be the one doing what Holden’s doing with her. She wanted it to be Lance’s tongue on her mouth and Lance’s hands on her body, but that will never ever happen again. It was not her that Lance loves. It was her mother. And no matter how she hated the idea, she knows deep down that she knew that was the real reason why Lance remained at their side, at her side. Lance only wanted her mother’s attention; her attention was only something of a consolation.

But still, she can’t bring herself to hate him. The words that left her mouth before she ran off, it was not true. She never in a million years will be able to hate Lance.

Andrea was awakened to her senses as she felt Holden’s hand cupped her sex. Her eyes widened in surprise. Holden’s mouth had moved to her neck, leaving trails of open-mouthed kisses.

So, this is how I’m going to lose my flower, she thought bitterly as Holden’s hand unzipped her jeans.

She was paralyzed. She can’t feel anything in her body. She can’t feel her body, and how Holden is violating it. All she can do was sob, and pray Holden be distracted.

The telephone on the bedside shrilled and Andrea’s eyes opened in relief. Holden stopped what he’s doing and grabbed the phone.

“What?” he barked.

…

“Okay, okay,” he said, angrily, and forcefully put the phone back on the bedside.

Holden looked at her with lust, and she wanted to strangle him, but because her hands are bound, she can’t.