Veronica was pacing through the office. She hadn't expected a text from Mario—and she knew those words were not kind ones. She wondered what the hell that could be—was it because Adrian had beaten up the repo guy?

It had to be—but, now it didn't matter—Veronica shook. She felt cold. She clung to her arms, holding herself like she desperately needed to feel the warmth of arms around her.

She finally took a seat and sat down—would Mario follow her to the edge of the earth? Would she always be looking over her shoulder? Would she get a chance to pay it all back?

There's a knock on her door. She freezes—she know it can't be Adrian—he should be having mind blowing sex right now. After all, that seemed to be on his mind earlier based on the looks on her face.

She took a deep breath—she was even afraid to open the door, wondering how Mario could get to her from here.

She opened it slowly—Brian was there. His shadow loomed over the doorway—and he looked down as if angry.

"Brian—" he didn't usually show up at her door, "What's going on?"

"Can we talk?" his eyes looked into her, a strange intensity in them. She gulped—she had seen him like this before. Usually, he was angry with a face like that—throwing things around and shouting.

She opened the door and he pushed his way inside. She took a step back and was surprised when he closed and locked the door behind him. She felt her heart racing—she hadn't really been alone like this with him in awhile. He looked at her and his angry eyes fell onto her.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" his lips pulled into a smile, but it was eerily forced.

She tried to think—of all the things she could think of—I gave the prince a blow job or the prince fingered me in the market?

Beads of sweat began at the nape her neck.

He cocked an eyebrow, "I'm waiting."

She took a breath—she knew it was always better to come clean before someone caught you lying—but, she couldn't form words.

He let out a groan of frustration, rolling his eyes. He clicked his tongue, eying her up and down.

"When were you going to tell me about your debt?" his eyes bore into hers.

Her mouth dropped, "How did—you find out?"

Her hand flew to her lips, who could have shared that with him?

Is that what Mario's text was about?

Had Mario completely blown up her life?

"So—it is true?" Brian's nostrils flared. He looked like a puffing blueberry—his dark blue jacket hanging around him, "I didn't think the guy had the right woman—but, here is all is—"

"I can explain—" she began, but where to start?

"I cannot believe you owe some sleazy credit company ten grand!"

She stopped short, "Wait—what did you say?"

He glared at her, "Of course I know—they called me, telling me that you filed me as a cosigner—and that you owe them ten grand from your shopping."

Her mind swam — she owed the credit companies way more than that—and she owed Mario so much more.

"They called you?"

He threw his hands into the air, "Did you not hear me—I mean I could barely make out what the guy was saying, but I understood plenty."

That didn't sound correct to Veronica— "Why couldn't you understand him?"

Brian looked at her like she was an idiot, "Because of his thick accent—a credit card from Jamaica—really, Veronica?"

He rolled his eyes at her, like she had said the stupidest thing.

The information clicked in her head—Mario's message, and a thick Jamaican accent. The man from the market called Brian—pretending to be a credit card company.

The guy must have told Mario about Adrian's protection over her. And, now—Mario was calling her fiance—leaking a little bit of information about her.

But, why?

Veronica could only guess—that Mario wanted his money sooner rather than later. And, Mario was showing her that he could reach her—he could reach Brian, and he had a way of destroying any chances with him. Mario was threatening to spill her secrets. A feeling of fear washed through her.

She looked up at Brian—his eyes glittered like hard rocks. Was he going to dump her for ten grand?

But, to her surprise—his face broke into a wicked smile.

She felt a new wave of nausea hit her—she knew that look.

"Well, babe—" he sauntered closer to her, "This was a huge disappointment, but I am willing to forgive and forget."

Veronica backed up immediately—feeling her stomach turn in knots. She felt a new fear.

No way—I won't let him take it.

The worst ran through her mind—Brian was about to ask for sex in return, about to ask for her virginity.

His eyes raked down her body—he licked his lips.

Veronica felt her breakfast coming back up her stomach—she hadn't been like this before. She didn't before—but, she had never had Adrian before either.

Veronica backed up and then she her body hit the desk. She was trapped.

Brian slunk up to her, and pressed his body against hers. He grabbed her by the elbows—and shimmied his body against hers—she could feel his cock pressing against her hips.

It's not as big as Adrian's, she thought instantly. She couldn't bear this—she didn't want this.

Brian lowered his lips and sucked onto hers, slobbering into her mouth. Veronica gulped—she felt helpless, she had to obey him—she had to keep Brian happy. She didn't have any choice.

Her lips parted, hesitantly—and he forced his tongue into her mouth. He tasted gross—he tasted like stale peanuts and cheap wine. It was not the same taste that Adrian had—which was spearmint and the waft of soap. Brian pushed against her—he moaned.

She had tried to please him before—but, he always said she needed more work. This time, she completely didn't want to touch him—not after having Adrian in her mouth in the same exact spot.

She didn't know what to do—she moaned too, trying to sound genuine. But, her mouth was trying to force him back out. He closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around her—bringing her into a tight hug. She raised her hands as if in surrender—she didn't want to touch him. She had no idea where to put her hands. He shoved his tongue further down her lips and she felt like she was about to gag.

Then, he pushed himself in between her legs, forcing them open—she heard her skirt rip a tiny bit. She gasped—and looked down. This was getting too real.

"Oh my skirt—" she hoped that was enough of an excuse to run away.

But, Brian didn't let her go—instead his eyes sparkled. She watched in rising terror as he reached out and quickly tugged on her skirt—creating a large tear up her thigh.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she tried to push him back.

He pulled her closer, "You don't need it for what I'm about to do to you..." his hands reached for her waistline.

Her mind went black—she had to get out of here. She said the only that came to mind.

"You don't wanna do that—" her voice was low, almost like a threat.

He looked back at her, his fingers itching, "Why not?"

She took a breath—feeling the embarrassment, "Because it's that time of the month—and it can get—messy."

Brian's face scrunched up immediately into a sickening frown, he backed up quickly.

"Eww" he said, grimacing.

Veronica had a feeling that he was that type of guy—the type of guy who didn't want to know the details of women, just use them. And there was no way he was going to search her to find out. She almost smiled, proud of her lie.

He looked her up and down as if he didn't want to touch her, but he leaned against the door, resigning.

"Fine—" a different smile played on his lips, "Then blow me."

Any chance of smile faded from her lips. She blinked—she didn't have an excuse for that.

He looked at her waiting, and she grimaced.

I've got to do something to please him.

She slowly lowered to her knees, trying to imagine that it wasn't Brian's dick in her mouth but Adrian's.