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. 

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

forehead creases,

you were in here. He said that you show ered and everything and

I never told the

I‘m trying to keep myself together, but

so nice meet ing you, David. I hope we see each other more often.” I walk to the door and then

I don‘t think

hell, here we

stop

that

not funny. Please open the door for me.” | plead.

important from him now.” He grabs the basket from my hands and throws it to

grabs my wrists and pulls them up over my head, “Be a good girl for me now.

is yelling at Davis to let me go. Davis‘s eyes widen as he stares at the door and then he returns them back to me, “You fucking

I just wanted

princess!” He sneers, and raises his voice,

scaring me, “Jace!”

coming, Ella!” More banging on the door, and Davis moves both my hands to one of his while he reaches over into the drawer of a table by

I call

let‘s go of my hands and 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 fast as

Precious. You can pull those pants down and show me that pretty little pussy yourself, or I will cut them off you and then

my face as I gasp when he shows me the thick rippled knife handle. I close my eyes and bring my hands to the waist of

notice that he‘s now standing over me