Oceans Apart Book 1 (Oceans Apart #1)(30)

“Get off of me!” I screamed. “Get off!”

“Stop struggling! I’m not going to hurt you, Ginny baby. How could I ever hurt my beautiful Ginny?” He raised his hand to touch my face and I squirmed, trying to break away from him, but he was too strong.

He slammed me against the wall near the kitchen door, using his body to pin me in place. I could feel his dick hard through his pants, and I couldn’t believe this was turning him on.

“You’re starting to get on my nerves,” he said. “I’m just trying to tell you I love you. That’s all I’ve been trying to do since we broke up, and you don’t seem interested in hearing it.”

I wanted to shout back that no shit, I wasn’t interested, but he had me pinned and trapped, and I was very aware of the fact that even if he didn’t want to hurt me, he still could.

My breath was coming in short, terrified pants, and I wished to God I had worked late or stayed at the office. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t fight him off, and he had my phone. Who knew how long it was going to take Kari to get home?

My mind was racing with a million different thoughts while Brad rambled on about how much he loved me and what a mistake he’d made. After this psycho behavior, I wondered what I’d ever seen in him. I hadn’t realized he was so emotionally unstable.

“You’re not listening to me,” Brad accused.

I opened my mouth to say something, but got interrupted by the sound of knocking on the front door. Brad and I both stopped and turned to look in that direction.

“Are you expecting somebody?” he asked. “Well?”

“N-no, but…maybe it’s Kari.”

“Kari knocks? Who is it, Gin?” he asked, as if I would know.

I shook my head, “Fuck! I don’t know, go answer it and see!” He was beginning to get on my nerves. I couldn’t know who was at the door any better than he could and he kept insisting.

The knocking got louder, he seemed to be thinking about what to do when he backed up a bit. “You keep your f*cking mouth shut, you hear me?”

I nodded, and when he stepped away to go get the door, I exhaled. Screaming and running sounded good, so I took a deep breath. As soon as he reached the door, I opened my mouth to let out a yell. The voice I heard stopped me in my tracks.

“I’m looking for Ginny Peterson. Does she live here?”

That voice. That accent. After hearing him tell me to cum over and over again, I didn’t think I’d ever not recognize it.

Tristan.