"The monsters you really should be afraid of, don't need to hide in plain sight. The truly dangerous onesâ¦have no need to hide."
When physical pain allows you to escape your reality; what do you do when the pain is no longer strong enough to quiet the emotional ache?
Diouana âNikkiâ returned to her hometown six months ago to tend to her sick mother. She thought sheâd left her âbaggageâ behind her on the opposite coast, only to find that it never left her side. As her self-destructive thoughts begin to consume her, her mother -- realizing Nikkiâs torment -- pushes Nikki to complete her last wishes.
Eric Brenton, Nikkiâs new neighbor, lives in a dark, chaotic world that is easily hidden behind his model good looks and cocky demeanor. Unapologetic about his dirtier intentions, he sets his sights on Nikki with an offer to help her. But his help comes with very unorthodox conditions and a huge price.
And Eric...comes with an extensive black box warning label.
Warning: Contains graphic language, frequent graphic sex, and dark themes.
âYou owe me ten thousand dollars.â
âDo you want that in cash...or check?â I asked.
âYouâre not serious.â
âIâm very serious about clearing my debts.â
He examined me for a few minutes of silence. âIâm having a low-key housewarming party on Saturday.â
âSeems all you do is party.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with wanting to celebrate on my downtime.â
âOnly if itâs all the time.â
âWhich itâs not. Stop making statements like weâre best buds whoâve known each other forever. More to the point, watch that mouth around me.â
I cleared my throat, hoping to regain control of the antagonistic tone he nearly succeeded in eliminating. âWere you going to invite me to this party? âbecause I donât do social gatherings.â
âNikki. I get it. I know what youâre going through. The way youâre behaving is not going to do you well. You canât close yourself off from everyone.Janet told me that you have no other family or friends to be found anywhere. Iâm trying to be friendly here. I really donât want to continuously pull the asshole card to get you out of your bitch mode.â
âIsnât that a conflict of interest?â
âYour mother isnât my patient. Iâmâ¦doing her a favor.â
âWhatever that means. The answer is no.â
âI just shot out a number. The camera was worth more than that. How are you going to pay off a priceless debt?â
âAre you always such a bitch? Or am I the lone recipient of this attitude?â
âAre you always a cocky ingrate who answers the door for strangers half-dressed?â
âIâm the ungrateful one?â he asked through an incredulous laughter. âReally, Nikki? I see the way your eyes are glued to what I worked my ass off to achieve. See the way youâre drooling at the big gift between my legs, too. I know it doesnât bother you. I think youâre only pissed that Iâm not completely naked right now.â Slowly licking his lips, he stepped forward. His feverish form pressed against me as he looked down at me. He added in a sexually charged drawl, âI know Iâm making your pussy the wettest itâs ever been. Just wait. Iâll get you wetter than a banana in a women's prison.â