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if he's stopping any time soon. I start feeling very queasy and a little shaky. My mouth begins salivating uncontrollably, and I vomit. I turn my face to the opposite side; I close my eyes and pray for him to stop.He puts all his weight on me as he ejaculates inside of me. Brady lays on top of me while he catches his breath. He then climbs off me and stands to his feet. I lay still on the floor, listening, while he pulls his pants up, and tucks in his shirt. I've never felt this violated or helpless before; it's utterly disgusting.
"Get dressed and come inside to say goodbye to my parents. Then I'll give you a ride home," he says, calm and relaxed as if we just had consensual sex.
Brady leaves the pool house, and I curl up into a tiny ball. I sob hard as I lay here, holding my legs to my chest. I take a deep breath, and I try my best to collect myself. I pull up my ripped panties, noticing my inner thighs have some blood on them. I stand up from the floor and pull up my pants. My button is broke, so I pull my blouse down to hide it. I find a mirror in the pool house to quickly fix my hair and wipe the makeup from under my eyes.
I cannot believe that just happened. I've worked beside Brady for four years and watched him with different women through those years, and I never suspected him to be a predator. Has he done this before? Has he done this to others at work? To Ris?
I walk across the stone-paved sidewalk to the house and let myself in. Claire greets me. She is so kind and warm, and I want to cry my heart out to her desperately. I wonder if she knows what kind of person her son is and what he just did to me. I am still numb, and I want to go home.
"It was very nice to have you for dinner, Allison. I want to apologize for our topic of conversation; it was inappropriate. I appreciate you sticking up for my son and putting us in our place," she says with a smile.
I want to tell her I regret every word that came out of my mouth during dinner but instead, I give her a slight smile, trying to hide my shock and discomfort. I look around to see Brady, but he's not in the room.
"Where is Brady?" I ask eagerly, so I can get the fuck out of this house and away from him.
"He's in the sitting room with Jerry," she states as she leads the way.
I follow her. We enter the sitting room, and Brady does not acknowledge my presence at first. His mother sits next to his father on the white sofa across from the grand piano. Brady is sitting in a chair near the lit fireplace.
"Well, Mom and Dad, thanks a lot for dinner. I need to get Ali home and get ready for work tomorrow," he says as he stands up from the chair.
I stand by the piano as he shakes his dad's hand and hugs his mother. His father says goodbye to me, and his mother stands to give me a slight embrace. Brady walks over to me, placing his hand on the small of my back. His touch makes me cringe. I am disgusted. I wish I could go home on my own, but I don't have a choice. I don't even know where I am. We walk out the door and over to his car, he opens my door, and I get in quickly. I watch him walk around the front of his car and get in. He doesn't look at me or say a word. He puts his earpiece in and makes a call.
He is acting as if nothing happened. It's like he has some Jekyll and Hyde personality. He switches to predator mode, then he shuts off whatever damage he administers to women he touches. I'm afraid of him; I'm scared of what he might do to me next. He continues with his conversation as I stare out the window the whole way back to my apartment, letting tears slip down my cheeks.
Brady doesn't stop talking on his phone when he pulls up at my apartment. I get out of his vehicle and slam the door shut. He pulls out into traffic and takes off. I want to run inside my apartment and cry myself to sleep, but I don't know what to do. Should I go to the hospital and tell them someone forced themselves on me? Do I wake up Ris, and tell her? Would she even believe me?
Chapter Fifty-Four
My alarm sounds, and I awaken, hoping last night was merely a bad dream. It wasn't. I'm not as tired as I thought I'd be with only a few hours of sleep. I couldn't sleep much last night from not being able to get the images out of my head from what happened and how nauseous the morning-after pill made me feel. I've never had to take one before, and I couldn't ask Ris about it. She was asleep when I got home last night, and I didn't want to wake her, so I ran to the nearest open pharmacy and got the Plan B pill. I didn't even want to talk to Luke last night, so I just made small talk and acted as if everything was okay when it wasn't, and it's not.
I'm terrified to go to work today and see Brady. I badly want to tell Ris about what happened last night, but I don't know how to tell her or how she might react. I am afraid she may see the situation differently since she has been involved with Brady romantically. I don't want it to get out in the open and jeopardize my job or friendship with her. I also