My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

Plan In Motion 

“See you in a few hours, baby, stay safe.” Jace tells me and kisses me on the lips. 

“I will, I love you.” | tell him as he hands me the laundry basket. 

“Love you, too, Ella.” He calls out as he bounces down the stairs. 

Just then and right on time, my phone begins to ring, and I answer it, “Hey Mom, what‘s up?” I give it a few seconds, “No, Jace just left for a meeting at work and I‘m heading down to do laundry. Can I call you back later?” Again, I wait, “Okay, I love you, too, Mom.” | pocket my phone and pretend to notice my old apartment. Placing the basket on one hip, I walk over to the door, and with a racing heart, I knock. 

He must have been close because the door opens not even two seconds later and there stands a guy that I have never seen before in my life. He‘s got blonde hair, which I can tell has been dyed, and a pair of brown eyes. He‘s not that bad looking, with a slight build and standing at least five–foot nine, maybe a bit taller. 

“Hi! My name is Ella, and I live upstairs. I thought I would stop by and say hello to the new tenant that rented out my old apartment.” I think I might have won an Oscar just now. 

“Oh hey,” he looks me up and down with interest, “I‘m David, nice to meet you. I was told that the old tenant still lived here. The manager said that your boyfriend moved in 

with you or something.” 

“Yeah, Jace.” I smile. 

“Why don‘t you come in and put that basket down,” he holds the door open for me, “I was just about to make myself a snack, would you like something?” 

“Oh, no thank you. I can‘t stay long. I need to get the laun dry done before Jace comes back home from his work meet ing. He doesn‘t like it when I don‘t follow orders.” I giggle a lit tle. 

I notice his eyes light up, “I see.” He says as I walk past him, looking around the bare hallway. I hear him close the door, and faintly hear a lock sliding into place, and now my heart is really racing. I turn around with a smile plastered to my face. 

“Do you always lock your doors when you‘re home?” I ask, hoping the guys will understand what I‘m trying to convey to them. 

he goes by smirks, “Actually, you‘re the reason for the deadbolts and why I lock the doors when I‘m

creases, “I

here. He said that you show ered and everything and never

away, and makes me want to vomit. I never told the

trying to keep myself together, but I‘m afraid that I‘m not going to, so I try

so nice meet ing you, David. I hope we see each other more often.” I walk to the door and then stop to wait for him. He walks slowly over to

I don‘t think so.”

fucking hell, here

chuckle, “Oh, stop messing

to have you, that I‘m not going to take

open the door for me.” |

going to take something important from him now.” He grabs the basket

press the button on my watch when he grabs my wrists and pulls them up over my head, “Be a good girl

Davis to let me go. Davis‘s eyes widen as he stares

you. I just wanted you to leave

voice, “Now I‘m going to fuck you like the whore you really are and

scaring

both my hands to one of his while he reaches over into the drawer of a table by the door and pulls out a big

a knife!” I call out right

I crumple to the floor. My side is achy from him stretching my arms up the way he did, but I try to scoot away as

me onto my back, “We can do it two ways, Precious. You can pull those pants down and show me that pretty little pussy yourself, or I will

handle. I close my eyes and bring my hands to the waist of my leggings. When I start to pull them down, he chuckles, “I would have thought that slutty cunt would have chosen the handle. Maybe I‘ll use

I‘m doing and that‘s when I notice that he‘s now standing over me with his legs