Allison's POV
I took care of our dinner dishes and went to the bathroom to run a hot shower, thinking maybe that would make me feel better. I stepped in and let the warm water caress my skin. Being sick had made pretty much every muscle in my body hurt. I clicked the showerhead to massage mode and let it beat me in the back. I could feel the tension draining out of me.
I turned back around and flipped the showerhead back to the normal setting. Showers were great for making you feel better, however, they left you alone with your thoughts and mine were on Mason.
I turned my in-shower radio on and started singing, as a distraction. "Hit me with your best shot. Why don't you hit me with your best shot? Hit me with your best shot. Fire awaaay!"
All of a sudden, there were arms around me, grabbing at my breasts and pulling me tight against a hard body whose length was nestled along the crack in my butt cheeks.
My eyes were closed and I just smiled. "I'm so glad you're back. I missed you."
The voice came out deep and sultry. "Mmm...I missed you, too."
My eyes shot open. It was not Mason.
"Blake!"
He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and hugged me tighter. "Of course. Who else would it be?"
"Uh...What are you doing here?"
He kissed my neck and shoulder. "It's Monday. We always get together on Mondays."
Oh, sh*t. He's right.
"Why didn't you text me and tell me you were coming? You always text, in case something comes up."
"I did; when I was on my way over," Blake replied.
Where is my phone? Damn! It's on the charger next to the bed.
Blake's hands started roaming my body and I took a step forward, but he whirled me around to face him with his hands on my shoulders. He was looking at me like I was his dinner and for some reason, it made me want to cover myself up.
"How did you get in my house?" I asked him, stalling.
Blake laughed. "You left your door unlocked, as usual."
Ugh, I really need to remember to lock the door.
He leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head away. I wasn't sure why, but it just felt wrong. "What's wrong, Babe?"
I didn't know what to say. So, I said the first thing that came to mind. "I'm sick...I have strep throat."
He smiled at me. "That's ok. We just won't kiss or use your throat. No biggie."
He pushed me up against the cold tile and took my n*pple into his mouth while circling my clit with his fingers.
I tried to enjoy it. I even closed my eyes and tried to picture Mason, but it didn't work and Blake was beginning to notice.
"Usually, you're soaked. Why aren't you getting wet?"
My chest felt heavy, but I still couldn't tell him the truth. "I...I told you...I'm sick..."
He furrowed his brow and stared at me a moment. "Ok, we'll just get down to it, then."
He spit on his hand and ran it down his shaft. He yanked my legs apart and touched the tip of it to my mound, rubbing it between my folds. My eyes began filling with tears.
What is wrong with you, Allison? This is what you wanted! Snap out of it!
Blake picked my leg up, plunged himself inside me and began f*cking me. My stomach was tying itself in knots and I was so dry that it began to hurt.
"Mmm…," he moaned in my ear.
I couldn't do it anymore. I put my hand on Blake's chest and pushed. He stopped but was still inside me.
"Just stop," I told him firmly, but he didn't back away.
So, I reached between us and pulled him out of me, then exited the shower, throwing my robe on.
"Allison, what's wrong?" Blake asked, following me out.
I was all twisted up inside. My emotions were swirling and my head was spinning. I felt nauseous and it wasn't because I was ill. It was because I felt guilty.
"I'm sorry, Blake, but you have to go."
"What's going on, Allison?"
I'm freaking out, that's what's going on.
"Please, just go, Blake."
I headed out into the kitchen for some water, hoping it would wash away the lump that was growing in my throat.
Blake followed behind me. He had his pants on and was putting his shirt on when he joined me in the kitchen.
"Is this because you're sick? 'Cause I can come back when you feel better..."
"No!" We were both shocked at the amount of force by which that came out of my mouth. "I'm sorry...I just don't know if I can have s*x with you anymore."
His eyes widened. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't you be able to have s*x with me anymore?"
It happened before I could control it. I couldn't help it. My nerves were shot. I leaned over the sink and puked. I quickly turned the water on and started rinsing out my mouth and the sink.
Blake was directly behind me when I turned around.
I about jumped out of my skin. "Ahhh!!!"
"I'm sorry...I…," he was looking at me weird and it made me nervous. "Are you pregnant? Is that why you're acting funny? "Cause I thought you were on the pill and..."
"No, no. I'm not pregnant. I..."
Blake cut me off. "We can figure it out if you are."
He looked at me, then my stomach and back, reaching out towards me.
"No, Blake. I'm not pregnant. Could you please just go? I can't deal with this right now. I don't feel good enough."
He grabbed me and tried pulling me in for a hug, but I shrugged him off and stepped away.
"Let me help you, Allison. We can do this together. I can make you happy if you'll let me."
He was walking toward me while he spoke and I backed away slowly.
"Blake, I'm not pregnant! I'm in love!"
I had hit the wall and couldn't back up any further.
Blake stopped in his tracks when I yelled, his face twisting into a scowl. "What the f*ck do you mean you're in love? Who the f*ck are you in love with?"
His eyes had gone cold and dark.
"I fell in love with someone else. I'm sorry, Blake, but we can't see each other anymore."
"You don't do love." His expression remained unchanged.
"No, I don't, but somehow it happened. I love him."
"I've only been having s*x with you! I've asked you numerous times to let me take you out on a date and you refused! I've asked you numerous times to let me stay over, to let me love you and all you said was no, no, no!"
He was stalking towards me again, but the only way out was behind him.
"I know, Blake. I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
Blake slapped me with the back of his hand hard enough to knock me into the counter. My cheek burned and I touched my hand to it. I could taste blood.
"I really don't want to hear your lies anymore, you wh*re."
He picked me up by my throat with one hand and backhanded me again.
"Don't come crying to me when he leaves your ass because he realizes you're just a dumb slut who can't keep her pants on. I'm through with you."
Then, he spat in my face and squeezed my neck tighter.
I was prying at his fingers. It was getting harder to breathe and I could hear my heart beating in my ears.
He is going to kill me.