I hear Con and Brody when they walk in the door. Brody moves over to the side of the bed that Charity is lying on and he picks her up. I guess he’s going to take her to another room or they may be going home. I don’t open my eyes all the way so Con doesn’t know that I’m awake. He goes into the closet and he gets some clothes. Then he makes his way to the bathroom and shuts the door. I don’t know what I’m feeling. I want him to want me. I don’t know what to do with my inexperienced self, but I know that I am going to need to open his eyes and show him I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a grown woman with needs. I get out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom door and quietly jiggle the door knob to make sure that it’s not locked. When I’m sure that I can get in the bathroom I strip out of my clothes and I hear that the shower has started. I wait and give Con time to get in the shower. I open the door quietly and close it. I walk over to the shower curtain and open it enough for me to step in. He has his back to me and his head is cocked back under the water with his eyes closed. I’m so jealous of the water running down his body. I want to lick his abs dry and his chest is a chiseled piece of art and I just want to touch him. I lay my hand on his back and he jerks around. He looks at me with heat in his eyes that even I can see and then his eyes go cold and he looks at me like I have grown horns and a tail.

I wait for Con to say something, but instead he grabs my arms and he backs me out of the shower and wraps a towel around me and then he wraps a towel around his waist and his very hard dick. He’s huge.

“This is not happening. This can't happen Faith, you're not old enough. You're not mature enough and you will regret this. You would. You would begin to hate me for it. I don't want that. I want to respect you, but you need to respect me. I'm trying to do the honorable thing. We are not having sex until you are 18. You get that through your head. I'm not playing games. This is plain and simple, get it through your head, no sex. I will hold you through the night and I will keep your fears away, but for me to be able to look myself in the mirror I cannot have sex with you until you are 18. Please, respect that. I'm not a man of patience and what I have is about to run out with you. I am a hungry man and you are what I want to eat so do not tease me. Now go back in that room and get into to bed and wait on me. Are you listening to me Faith?” I should say something. I should have said a whole lot of things, loud and in his face but I am shocked and hurt by his rejection again. Does this man think I don’t have feelings? I turn to walk away from him and he grabs my hand. “Don’t run from me Faith, just go and put your clothes back on and get in bed and wait on me.” I can’t get any words to come out. I just feel my eyes filling up with tears and I refuse to let Con see them. I turn and leave the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I hear the lock being turned. That’s when I let the tears fall. I pick my clothes up and put them on. The tears streaming down my face. I know that Con is not being honest with me. He doesn’t want me as his ol’ lady but what his end game is, I haven’t figured out. Only time will tell. I need Charity and her baby safe, so I will just stay here and act like I am swallowing every piece of shit that Con feeds me. I will go along with whatever he says and push my feelings for him out of my head, and one day, I can push them out of my heart. I get into bed and try to shut everything out. I close my eyes, but I smell Con when he comes out of the bathroom and my body comes to life. I try to push it out of my head. My body is a damn traitor to me. I pretend like I am asleep. I know he knows the difference, but he won’t call me on it. I hear him open and close the bedroom door as he sneaks out of our room. No doubt in my head he is gone to find a woman that can give him what he needs and wants. My tears roll from my eyes. I toss, and I turn, I think my sleep will never take me and that is the last thing I remember until Con comes back to our bed in the early hours of the morning and just as I thought I he smells of cheap perfume. I try to pull away from Con, but he won’t let me. He pulls me close.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so harsh, but I care about you, Faith and I never want you to regret a single minute with me. I am trying to give you the respect you deserve but you had me so worked up by showing me that tight body of yours and it was hard for me to control myself.” This would be nice, but I smell the perfume.

“Let’s just get some sleep. We’ll start over in the morning.” I lie.

“Come here babe, I need you close where you belong.” I smell the alcohol on Con, but just how drunk is he? I let Con pull me to him and I am half on top of him, and I feel his dick harden. I relax and let myself drift off again.