Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male: BWWM Romance

by Lessly, S. K.

  “I never thought I would have to use that number. I mean, I called pops all the time. I even spoke to my grandmother, who I also had never met. They were great. My pops would help me study when I needed help. He was amazing to me. The day I started to fear for my safety was when Bunny’s brother came to live with us. I didn’t remember his name, really. But he was very creepy looking—big guy, overweight, dirty—and the way he used to look at me was terrifying.”

  She shivered, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around her tighter.

  “I told my pops about him, and do you know what’s weird? One day I came home from school, and there was a lock on my bedroom door. It was a door handle type lock, but it wasn’t there before. I also think pops spoke to my dad. Suddenly, Bunny would always be home when her brother was there. But this one day she got mad at my dad and left the house. I was alone, of course, so I took a shower to get ready for school. When I got out, her brother was there, and Bunny was not.”

  I groaned.

  “Do I really want to hear the rest of this?”

  “It’s up to you,” she told me.

  I really thought about it before I answered. Do I want to be pissed off again, ready to kill someone else?

  “Alright, tell me,” I said, finally.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I want to know everything. Even the bad shit. So go ahead.”

  I felt her look up at me, but I had my eyes closed. I was bracing for what she was about to tell me.

  “Well, I don’t remember everything he said to me. But he called me a tease and told me I wanted him; shit like that. Well, I quickly kicked him in the balls and ran for my room. I closed and locked the door. Then I pushed my dresser up against the door to be sure to keep him out. My door was flimsy, so I knew the lock wouldn’t keep him out forever. And, man, did he want in my room.”

  “Did you call the number your pops gave you?”

  “Not right away. I was scared, so I called my pops. I was screaming and crying in the phone, telling him he was coming to get me. I begged him to help me. I thought he would be yelling in the phone, but he had a quiet calm to his voice. He just told me to hang up, call the number that was in my cell phone, and ask for Dave. So I did. I told Dave that my pops told me to call him. I told him that I was in trouble and to please come help me. Bunny’s brother was steadily banging on the door and cussing at me. I was petrified. What drove me crazy was how calm Dave was as well. He just told me he was on his way, and then he hung up.”

  “I don’t know how long it was. But the next thing I heard was the front door busting in. Then Bunny’s brother was saying, ‘Hey, who the fuck are you?’ Then I heard a body being tossed around, shit breaking, and him screaming bloody murder… Then silence. I was shaking at this point. When I heard the police in my apartment, I screamed for them to help me.

  “I was still in my towel. At first they thought there was an intruder who broke in and beat Bunny’s brother to near death. But I pointed to the man the paramedic was helping and told them that he was the one trying to get me. I couldn’t tell him who it was that came in the apartment, but I just told them what I heard. When I finally got a good look at Bunny’s brother, I was shocked at what I saw. He was on a stretcher with a face that was unrecognizable.”

  “Damn, really? And you never saw Dave?”

  She shook her head.

  “Nope. To this day, I haven’t a clue who Dave was.”

  “Well, what happened when Bunny and your father came home?”

  “Oh, Bunny came home cussing and carrying on. When the cops told her what her brother was trying to do to me, she actually started blaming me. I was floored. And when my father came home, he wasn’t any help either. When my pops finally showed up, the cops were gone, and the door was still messed up from either Dave or the cops. So my pops just pushed the flimsy door open and commenced to whooping my father’s ass. I mean he took it to him. When Bunny tried to jump in, he choked her and then tossed her out of the way. Pops called my father a useless piece of shit to let that child molester around his daughter. He then just grabbed my hand and took me away that very moment. I left everything I had there and just left with the clothes on my back.”

  I fell silent, and so did she. She really had it rough for a while, and my heart bled for her. My childhood wasn’t as messed up as that. To hear what she went through made my shit meaningless. She then captured my large hands between hers and laced her fingers with mine. She stared absent-mindedly.

  “You know, my pops was a nervous wreck for a long time after that. He got Lou to teach me a few things I could do to protect myself. Throughout my childhood, he taught me how to shoot and to watch my back. He wanted to make sure no one snuck up on me. I mean, I have a glock in my room and a stun gun and mace… None of that was of any use to me as Travis fucking choked the shit out of me.”

  She broke down, and I cradled her in my arms.

  “Hey, baby. No, no, no. That son-of-a-bitch took advantage of you when you were at your most vulnerable. He’s a fucking coward. This is not your fault. Do you understand me?” I kissed her forehead and held her for a minute longer, before I said softly, “Come on. Let’s take a shower and get back in the bed.”

  I picked her up and took us both out of the bathtub and into the shower. I quietly washed her body, while she held on to me. Then I washed myself and both of our hair before I carried her out and in the room. I took my time to dry her off and lotion her body. I massaged every inch of her, trying to subdue the urge I had to ravage her body. I put a fresh t-shirt of mine on her body. I went to dry off and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs. When I crawled in the bed, she sat up and looked at me.

  “I’m sorry for all this.”

  She looked down in her lap, not wanting to look at me. I tilted her chin up, and our eyes met.

  “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

  “Yes, there is. I know I should have called you. I mean, I did try to call you that night. I was sitting in my living room on Thursday. I wanted to talk to you, to see you. I missed you so much, you know. When my doorbell rang, it was Train. He begged me to let him in. He wanted to talk to me about Travis, you know. He was worried about him and thought he needed help for some issues he was having. I knew something was off with Trip, so I agreed and let him in. Train and I were talking and came to the conclusion that we both needed to try and get through to Trip in the best way possible.” She sighed and shook her head. “I know that was stupid, and I know you warned me about him, but I figured I was safe with Train, you know? And I mean, at first, everything was fine. The three of us talked, and Trip told us how he had some things going on, but he felt things were fine. Then we—or rather I, because Train chickened out—told Trip that he’s been changing lately and that we were worried. Well, to make a long story short, he first blamed me for the change in him because I broke up with him. Then he started accusing me of sleeping around on him with other fighters, with his brother, and then with you.”

  She shifted and crossed her legs Indian-style.

  “Then…I don’t know… He just went nuts. I told them both to leave and threatened to call the cops. I went into the kitchen to get my phone, and I heard my front door open and close. I thought they were gone. But when I came into the living room, Trip was still there. His eyes were so crazed, you know. He went into attack mode. One minute he was just standing there, and the next minute he punched me so hard I fell to the floor with stars in my eyes. He then started kicking me and punching me. God, I tried to protect myself. He then pulled me up by my hair and…” She sighed.

  “Baby, you don’t have to tell me now.”

  She nodded and looked at me, with tears forming in her eyes.

  “Yes, I do, because I wanted to call you so badly. I know you don’t want me to protect you, but I was trying to do that. I felt myself blacking out as he was trying to force himself on me while his hands were wrapped around my neck. I kneed him in the balls and tried to run for my room, wh
en he threw me down and kicked me in the chest and punched me. The next thing I remember is Mimi calling my name and screaming in the phone for an ambulance.”

  I frowned.

  “I called every hospital and even had Alex call a friend of his on the police force to see if anything had been reported with your name or his.”

  She took a deep breath and then shrugged.

  “Mimi’s dad is an ER doctor. I had her cancel the call. Then she took me to him directly. He signed me in as Mimi, but I didn’t report the attack. I don’t know why, but I just didn’t.”

  “Don’t do that again, baby. No matter what, call the cops. Okay? That mother fucker could have killed you or raped you…Wait. He didn’t rape you, did he?” I felt my anger rising.

  She shook her head frantically. “No, he didn’t. And I know it was poor judgment to not call the cops. But I thought it would make matters worse, and he would have come after me if I had him arrested. And I didn’t want to call you for my own selfish reasons.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Mason, I knew if you would have seen what he did to me that day, you would have gone after him. There’s no telling what you would have done.”

  “I can tell you what I would have done, angel. He would have disappeared without a trace.”

  “Exactly, I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want you to go to jail or get into trouble because of me. So I figured it would be better to see me when I’d healed a little. Then you wouldn’t be that mad.”

  I put her face in my hands and caressed her cheek with my thumbs.

  “Baby, I want you to realize something, okay? I’ve been trained by the best these United States has to offer. I know how to get rid of someone without a trace, and no one is any the wiser.”

  I kept my eyes on her for effect, and she said in a small voice, “Is that why they call you Reap?”

  I smiled.

  “In a way, yes. But you have to understand that you waiting to tell me didn’t save his life. I still could have killed him, baby. I could have chalked it up to cage fighting. I could have easily broke his neck and been done with it. It’s not unheard of, really. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen.”

  Her eyes got big, but she didn’t say anything else.

  I took a few deep breaths and said to her, “If I thought Travis was a complete threat to you, then yes, I would have taken care of him. But I know he’s not, which is why I beat the shit out of him in front of everyone and then threatened his life. The fight was a warning, if you will. I’m giving him an opportunity for redemption.”

  She smiled for the first time in a while.

  “How admirable of you.”

  I shrugged, amused at my own self.

  “It’s just the kind of guy I am.”

  “Well, wait. What if he would have won the fight? I mean, the way he had you on the floor…”

  I leaned in to put a chaste kiss on her lips. “Angel, in no way was I in danger. I wanted him to gloat a little, to be cocky. When you showed up, he did just that.”

  “What did he say to you?”

  “I don’t remember really. Something about how he couldn’t wait for you two to celebrate tonight, that he was going to fuck you senseless; something like that.”

  She looked at me skeptically. I really didn’t remember everything he said, but I told her what I thought he said. She asked me, as I knew she would, “What did you say to him that made him charge at you?”

  “Oh, I don’t remember.”

  I didn’t. Well, not verbatim, anyway.

  Okay, maybe I did, and she knew it. “Bullshit, Mason. You are Grade A, macho-alpha male. You remember exactly what you said.”

  I kissed her again. “Thank you, baby. But you’re giving me too much credit.”

  “Come on, tell me what you said.”

  “Oh, alright. I just told him that you belonged to me now.”

  She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “You had to have said something far worse than that.”

  “Okay,” I admitted. “I told him that I had already fucked your tight pussy so hard that, if he tried to fuck you, his little, pencil-ass dick probably would just fall out. Then I added for good measure, ‘Yea, she told me’…I’m paraphrasing, mind you.’”

  I tried to hide the shit-eating grin on my face, but I was failing miserably.

  “I can’t believe you told him that.”

  She looked stunned.

  I shrugged.

  “Well, you said I was a macho-male sex God. What did you expect?”

  She growled at me and then dove at me, making me fall back. Her lips were on mine instantly, and I continued my strategy of ruining her—just for me.

  As time went on, Maxine started to heal inside and out. She went back to work, and I fought the urge to become her shadow. I knew Travis wouldn’t try to contact her. I knew what kind of damage I did, and it was all internal. I busted him up to the point that for weeks he was still pissing blood. I had meant every word of what I said I would do to him. I even had the place picked out to follow out my plan of a lifetime of torture.

  When I finally made my way back to the gym, the guys all stopped what they were doing to watch me. Some came up to me and congratulated me. Others just watched me; appraising me. They knew I was now champion—so to speak—and they would have to fight me sometime during the summer. Some of the guys I actually liked, so I would probably go easy on them and let them tap out. But the others that I didn’t care for too much, or the ones that gawked at Maxine’s ass all day, I would show no mercy.

  Maxine and I have stepped up our relationship drastically. When she comes to the gym, she comes right over to me and kisses me without me asking. She would stay around me and even stretched me right before she would help Stephen. Since we weren’t holding back, I made sure to fondle her every chance I got in front of Lou, Alex, and whoever else was watching. I took care to let everyone know who she belonged to.

  When we went to my fights, she sat in my corner. When it was my turn to fight, I’d kiss her before I went in the cage. You can imagine I got a few fighters who made jokes about it or who told me what they were going to do to her. But that ended really quickly when I destroyed them. I mean, I was extra specific with it; theatrical even. I would use the cage to partly climb up it and throw a punch or a kick, sort of what I did to Travis. The crowd loved that shit, and it was embarrassing for my opponent.

  What started to irritate me was when Max performed with Mimi and the girls. When she was half dressed and dancing seductively on stage, I couldn’t control myself. I would follow her backstage and fuck the shit out of her up against somebody’s wall or on any convenient flat surface. She turned me on that much.

  She was my guilty pleasure, my heroin, my kryptonite. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I found myself telling her everything I could about myself, which told me how she has gotten under my skin. I never talk about my life or myself in-depth, but I find myself spilling my guts to her.

  One Sunday night, we were lounging around my living room listening to Pandora, when I got a message on my cell that my brother was trying to Skype me. Maxine hasn’t met Marcus yet. Most of the time when he and I spoke it was in some business meeting, or she wouldn’t be around.

  I was upstairs for a minute, and I called him.

  “What’s up, bro?”

  “Nothing much. It’s just that we haven’t really spoken to each other in a few days. It’s always me being the mediator between your father and brother-in-law.”

  For the past few weeks, we still have been arguing back and forth about a few investment opportunities that I wanted to buy into. But they were opposed and tried to fight me about them. They didn’t have a leg to stand on, mind you. It was all for show because I shot down their big Bernstein project.

  I chuckled.

  “Well, if you would just tell the bastards they don’t run shit like I do, you wouldn’t have to be the mediator.”

  “Come on,
Mace. They have made some money for the business.”

  My brother is the level-headed one. As you can imagine, I’m not like that.

  “Uh-huh…Well…”

  He cut me off. “What is that? Can you turn down your radio? I didn’t know you were a Beyoncé fan.”

  I started to chuckle.

  “Well that, my brother, isn’t the radio. And that wasn’t Beyoncé.”

  “Then who is singing like that?”

  I asked him if he was in the man cave, and he said he was. I then called him on my smart TV. When his face popped up, I swiveled the TV toward the kitchen, so he could see Maxine in her finest. She wore a form-fitting tank top and short shorts. She just walked from the kitchen into the dining room, dancing.

  I looked at my brother, and he wore the same expression I did when I first saw her performing. She had her headphones on, but she also had music coming through the iPod docking station. She saw me smiling at her, and she smiled back but kept dancing. It was obvious she didn’t pay attention to what was on my screen.

  I believe she was dancing and singing to XO, one of Beyoncé’s new songs. When the song was over, my brother clapped, and she jumped when she realized I wasn’t the one clapping.

  She threw a round wooden napkin holder at me, “You son of a… Why didn’t you tell me he was on there?”

  My brother and I laughed at her embarrassment.

  I said, while holding my gut, “I thought you saw him. I mean, baby, it’s obvious. You looked right at him.”

  She wrinkled up her nose, and I couldn’t help it. I walked up to her and put my arms around her, resting my hands on her shapely ass.

  “I’m sorry, baby. Do you forgive me?” I said softly, trying to have an innocent look on my face. “Or, if you like, you can punish me later; tie me up and have your way with me.”