Have I Told You Page 4

  “Very nice to meet you, Jules,” I said, shaking her hand. I almost felt like I should curtsy, too. “I’m done with breakfast, thank you. I’m not too hungry this morning. I’m sorry all this food is going to waste.”

  “Oh, deary, don’t be sorry. We have plenty of hungry men working around the yard today. They’ll be more than happy with some leftovers.”

  She quickly cleared the table. “Mr. Black left you an iPad on the breakfast bar in the kitchen. Please, make yourself comfortable. He said he would be home about two, which really means four.” She winked at me, and turned to walk out of the room.

  I made my way to the kitchen and saw an iPad sitting right where Jules told me. There was a note written on top of it.

  Sabrina,

  Please make yourself at home. I will be back soon. I had my tech guy set this up for you. He preloaded your school email onto it for you so you can check your classes. I will be in touch.

  Love, Caston

  Love? I sighed as I ran my fingers over the note, and a silly schoolgirl grin crept over my face. I picked up the iPad and ran back up the stairs to his room. I wasn’t shown the rest of the house, so I felt it was off limits. Plus, I wanted to find some sweatpants to snuggle into. I didn’t want to be in my short skirt all day.

  Walking into Caston’s closet, I was amazed at the organization. I think it was bigger than my childhood home. The suits, jeans, crisp dress shirts, everything had its own spot. A dressing island with drawers sat in the middle of the closet. I opened a few drawers before I found a pair of sweat pants. After slipping out of my skirt, I slid on the pants. I felt naughty wearing them with no panties, but I’m not fond of wearing underwear more than a day. I walked out into the bedroom and noticed the sitting room off to the right.

  I decided to relax in the sitting room. Sinking into the oversized chocolate chair, I pressed the power button. I noticed I had a few new emails. Cringing, I clicked on the icon. Beth, Professor Kim, and Caston Black. My heart fluttered with anticipation. I clicked Caston’s email.

  To: Sabrina Bennett

  Date: April 24, 2012

  From: Caston Black

  Subject: Have I Told You

  Sabrina,

  I hope you are making yourself comfortable. Anything you need, feel free to ask Jules. I am trying to be home as soon as I can. Then we can get you over to pick up your things. I really hope you will stay with me again. I am sorry I rushed out on you this morning.

  Caston

  P.S. Have I told you how much I enjoyed sleeping with you last night? :)

  To: Caston Black

  Date: April, 24, 2012

  From: Sabrina Bennett

  Subject: Re: Have I Told You

  You, sir, left me breathless and dazed. What will I do with you? However, you did mention you liked sleeping with me, so I will let it slide. I would love to stay again. I haven’t slept that well in years. I’ve made myself very comfortable. I hope you won’t mind. See you soon!

  Bre

  I smiled at my signature because I know he would rather me say my full name. I set the iPad on the side table. I looked around hoping I could find out more about him. There was a desk off to the side, books everywhere, and a large white lounge sofa with the comfiest looking blanket and pillows on it. I walked over to a stack of books and went through them. Nothing seemed to stand out, mostly classics. Sitting them down, I walked over to the window overlooking the pool and grounds.

  The sun was bright today, but the breeze made it chilly. I stretched and yawned. I decided to grab a book, and curl up on the lounge chair to wait for him to come home. No sooner did I curl up under the blanket, I fell into the deepest sleep.

  I was sitting in the courtyard of my dorm. It was a beautiful fall day, the sun was shining and the air was crisp. I saw Beth coming out of the dorms. I waved, but she didn’t see me. She was on her phone, and looked as though she has been crying. I stood up and made my way over to her. She almost ran into me. Something was definitely up.

  Hanging up the phone, she looked into my eyes, and tears started streaming down her face again.

  “Oh my God, Sabrina. I wish you had class with me today. Broc and I are fighting and I could really use some girl time.”

  “I can come after my class today, and we can go to lunch? Why is Broc mad at you?”

  A smile finally graced her face, and she wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I would really like that, Bre. Oh stupid Broc, the quarterback just transferred into one of my classes, and Broc thinks I’m going to leave him for the quarterback.”

  Rolling my eyes, I respond by pulling her into a hug. “Broc’s on the football team. Wouldn’t he have faith that one of his fellow teammates won’t steal his girl?”

  She pulls back and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. You know how Broc can me sometimes. It’s not like I haven’t met him before… He’s tall, blond, and oh so hunky.”

  I laughed. We started walking toward the buildings that our classes were in. “Can’t say I’ve seen him before myself, but I’m not usually at the parties you go to. Plus, a jock? I don’t know if I could deal with a jock.”

  “I’ve only talked to him a few times. Every time he’s been with a different girl, but most of the players don’t keep steady girlfriends.”

  Stopping in front of the building, I mumble, “I don’t have time for guys.”

  She laughed. “If you met the right one you would. Now, promise me I’ll see you after class. I don’t want to get a text that says you decided to stay for extra practice.” She sticks out her bottom lip, showing me her sad puppy dog face.

  Placing my hand over my heart. “I promise, Beth. I’ll be here.”

  She jumped up and down, then hugged me. “Oh, thank you! I’m already feeling better. I have to run. I’m going to be late.”

  I walked over to the next building and into my dance class. Since Beth and I have different majors, we usually didn’t have classes together. All I could think about was what Beth said. Tall, blond, jock? Biting my lip, I felt a few butterflies in my stomach. Obviously, it has been so long since I’ve been on a date.

  “Professor, I just wanted to come in before class to say I have to leave ten minutes early today. I apologize, and I’ll do anything to make it up. Can I come in for a private lesson?”

  Shaking her head at me and pouting her lips she responds with, “Sabrina, you’re the most talented dancer in this class. You have a full scholarship, which they don’t usually give out for dance. Please, tell me this won’t happen again. I don’t want to file a report to the scholarship committee.”

  “No, ma’am, this will not happen again. I have an appointment that I can’t change. I feel awful about it.” I really did feel awful lying to her.

  “Fine. You can make up the class next week. Get with me tomorrow and we can set up a time.”

  “Thank you, Professor.” With that I turned to walk to the locker room to change for class. Making sure I kept my watch on today so I could leave on time.

  Arriving at Beth’s classroom door, I tried to peek in to make sure I had the right room. The window was higher, so I stood on my tiptoes to peer in. Without any warning, the door flew open, and I was sprawled out on the floor.

  “Oh my God, are you okay?” Someone was asking me in a deep voice. I felt a hand on my shoulder and one behind my neck, making my skin tingle with the touch. My eyes slowly opened to a concerned face hovering over me.

  He had the most striking blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a grey t-shirt with an army green jacket. His bag was slung over his shoulder, and his smile was gleaming white.

  I put my hand on my head and said, “I’m okay. I shouldn’t have been standing that close to the door.”

  “You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” Holding out his hand to help me up he continued, “Who stands peering into a classroom that close, anyways?”

  Lowering my gaze I said, “I know. I’m supposed to meet a friend here after class, and I couldn’t
remember if this was her room.”

  “My name is Mark, by the way. Quarterback, if you don’t know.”

  This was him, the guy Broc thought Beth was going to leave him for. What was he doing leaving so soon, class wasn’t over for another few minutes?

  Suddenly my head felt dizzy and I felt like my knees disappeared. “I’m… Oh I think I need to…”

  “Oh shit.”

  I felt strong arms around me. A grumbling voice in my ear. I couldn’t make out exactly what it was saying. I was being sat down on a chair, something cool was eventually placed on my neck.

  “Hello, anyone home?” The knocking on my head made me cringe. If I passed out from my head hitting the ground, who in their right mind would knock on my head?

  “Ouch. Really?” I slurred, as I opened my eyes. Mark was staring at me so closely I jumped.

  “Oh good, I didn’t kill you. Sometimes, I don’t know my own strength,” he grinned.

  “Mark, get out of her face.” Turning my head, Beth was now standing next to him. I smiled at her. She smiled and head nodded toward Mark, while wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

  A blush crept up my face and my stomach was full of butterflies. He was beautiful for a jock. “I’m Sabrina, by the way. I kind of passed out before I was able to tell you.”

  “Cool. It’s nice to meet you. I was just heading to lunch. I’m running late now because of you, but if you come with me I won’t get harassed too much from the guys.”

  Was he asking me out? I cocked my eyebrow at him and turned toward Beth. “I have plans with Beth today for—”

  “No, no, you go with Mark. We can catch up tomorrow or even later.” Beth insisted, winking exaggeratedly.

  My eyes widened in shock and I swallowed the big lump in my throat.

  “Sweet, let’s go.” Mark grabs my hand and begins to drag me down the hall. I barely am able to grab my backpack. Looking over my shoulder, Beth is standing there giggling like an idiot, and holding her hand up to her head like a make-shift telephone.

  We arrived at Kitty’s Bar. Not the cleanest place to go and definitely not a place to take a girl, but I guess this wasn’t really a date. I walked three steps behind him, because he of course had to make his entrance, and I didn’t want to take away from that. Smacking backs and high fives proceeded all around.

  “Yo, Bro, who’s the chick?” Some guy in a baseball cap said, as he nodded his chin toward me.

  “Oh, her? Some chick that made me late. I told her she needed to come with me so you guys wouldn’t give me a hard time,” Mark said to him.

  “This chick’s name is Sabrina,” I said, walking up next to him and putting my arm through his. “He ran me over with a door and knocked me out. He should have brought me, anyways, to make up for it,” I said, glancing upward toward him to see his reaction to my forward advance.

  He scowled. Ooohs erupted from the guys. “Damn, she told you, son.” Someone sang out to him. I could tell Mark wasn’t happy, but all his guy friends seemed to take to me right away.

  Lunch proceeded as normal, except when it came time to pay. Mark got up and stretched, then he proceeded to sling his arms over the shoulders of two of his buddies, he looked over to me and said, “You got this, baby? I need to talk with my boys outside.” Then he walked out the door.

  The waitress walked up to me with a look of disgust on her face. Handing me the check she said, “How can you stand them? I hate when they get seated at my table. They make crude comments, swat me on the ass, try to get me in their laps, and never pay me. The manager lets them get away with it because they’re the football team.”

  I took the bill from her and made sure she was well compensated, but it pretty much left me broke for the rest of the month.

  Arriving back at the car, Mark’s face had the biggest scowl I’d ever seen. I sunk into the Chevelle, and he sped off before I even fully closed the door.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” he screamed, making me jump.

  “Excuse me?” I whispered.

  “You heard me. I bring you to lunch and you undermine me to my friends. I could have told you to get the fuck out right then, but,” he turns toward me, puts his hand on my thigh and slowly moves it up, “you look like a nice piece of ass and possibly someone to keep around.”

  Who treats people like this? I was about to tell him to fuck off, but when he turned toward me and put his hand on my knee my skin jumped at his touch. “Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled like that. I just don’t like to have the guys think I can’t handle my woman. Forgive me?”

  I felt like he was truly sorry, so I smiled and nodded. He smiled and his hand started to move up my leg. Suddenly, feeling uncomfortable I shifted away from his touch. A growl sounded from deep in his throat, as he turned off the main highway onto a dirt road. The bumps and ruts bounced us around. He increased his speed, and I let out a shriek. “What the fuck are you doing? Let me out!”

  Turning the car into a sliding halt we end up parked so far off the street no one would ever know we were there. I felt scared and panicked. Mark’s face was dark and evil. “You are going to give me what I want.”

  “Really, and what would that be?” I snapped back, trying to reach for the door handle behind me.

  “Your hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Here and now.”

  “You’re full of shit if you think that is going to happen.” My heart felt as though it was going to bust out of my chest.

  “Oh, it’s going to happen and you can’t do anything to stop me.”

  He grabbed me, pulling me toward him. Once I was close enough, he shoved me over the front seat into the back. Landing on my back, I started to scream, but his hand covered my mouth as his face came to mine. He whispered in my ear, “No one is going to hear you. You should just stop screaming now.”

  I stopped, but tears were falling down my cheeks now. The bastard had the gall to lick my tears. He reached down, unbuttoned my pants, and drug them off. His free hand reached between my legs and he shoved his fingers into my unprepared body. The sharp pain shooting through my body sent another shriek escaping my lips.

  “Tight little hole, isn’t it. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll force it open with my huge cock.”

  “Please, don’t.” I whispered. “I’ll do anything.”

  He shook his head as he removed himself from his pants, lining up. I squeezed my eyes shut in dread of what was to come. Then the sharp pinch and pull of his cock inside me sent an unimaginable hurt throughout my body. I just laid there, willing it to be over. It didn’t last long, which I was thankful for. Right before he found his release he removed his cock from me and positioned himself over my face. Spraying his release all over me.

  I felt disgusting. Like a whore. I was ruined.

  Mark moved. Sitting back as he put himself back into his pants.

  “Well, well, I see you were a virgin. Hope that was the first time you were always dreaming of.” His evil laugh made me shiver and my words fail me.

  I slowly sat up, wincing at the pain between my legs. I wiped my face off with my t-shirt. Mark crawled back into the front seat, starting the car.

  “Get dressed. We’re going back to my place. You won’t tell anyone about this. Do you understand me?”

  I could see him looking at me through the rearview mirror. His face was serious. I let a few tears escape and made a noise that I’ve never heard come out before.

  “Good, now that we are on the same page…”

  “What makes you think I won’t turn you in?” Suddenly feeling my strength come back.

  He turned around and smacked me across my face. “You won’t tell anyone because no one will believe you. Telling someone you were raped by the quarterback? Please. Shit’ll get swept under the rug, and you’ll be the laughing stock of the university. Look you have two options. One, you’ll be my girlfriend. Having a serious girlfriend with aspirations, even if they are as stupid as fucking dancing, will make me look good to the pro t
eams. Or two, you turn me in and become known for being the used, lying, whore that you that tried to slander the star quarterback. Your choice, baby.”

  He drives back down the dirt road. I pull my legs up to my chest and whimper softly into my knees. I have to stay with him. I can’t lost my scholarship that I’ve worked so hard for. I thought I’d bear my future with him, until he got what he wanted and let me go. I had no idea the price I still had left to pay.

  We pulled up in front of a frat house. I should have known. Getting out he said to me, “Let’s go. I have half an hour before I have to be at practice.” I slowly got out, trying not to fall once my legs hit the cement. Mark pulled me into his embrace and place a kiss on my lips.

  A warm smile came over his face. Much different than he was a little while ago. “Baby, I’m sorry, but I just had to have you. You have to understand no one ever says no to me. Take that for what it is. I think we’ll have a wonderful relationship.”

  I smiled tentatively as he turned and pulled me into the house and up to his room.

  I rushed out of the dining room, before I did anything I would regret. I had to clear my head. Why did I kiss her? How could I feel so deeply for her? I should never have brought her home. That was my first mistake. Dad would not be happy if he found out. He always warned me about innocent girls. “Don’t mess with the innocent ones, Cass. They’ll take your heart and rip it to shreds faster than you can blink.”

  Catching my breath in the kitchen, I placed the iPad I had my tech guy configure for her on the counter. I quickly jotted down a note to leave with it, and told Jules when I would be home. I fully intended on taking Miss Sabrina home tonight, and getting her to agree to the photo shoot I had originally planned for her, nothing more.

  “Sir, where to this morning?” Terrance questioned.

  Going through my phone I came to the security file on one Miss Sabrina Bennett sent from Will, my IT & background guy. I opened it immediately. Skipping over the early history, I went straight to the information regarding her and this Mark fellow. I could not believe what I was reading.