My Construction Site Nightmare - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

"Bianca, you'd better mean every word of that. Everyone here heard your promise."
The slimeball actually wanted the construction crew to act as his witnesses.
"Every word." I forced the words through clenched teeth.
"Then I'll take you at your word. But first—I get my kiss."
Before I could react, his wet lips smacked against my cheek. My stomach lurched like I'd swallowed a live frog, bitter acid burning my throat. Fighting the urge to puke right there, I managed to choke out, "I need the afternoon off. This morning... it's shaken me. I need to recover."
"Fine. I'll log your leave."
As the gawking crew finally scattered, I borrowed a motorcycle and tore down the dirt road toward town.
The police station's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I spilled my nightmare to the officers. "He's still at the site right now," I whispered, my hands shaking. "If he knew I was here..."
"We've got you," the female officer said, her grip firm on my shoulder. "Get back before he suspects anything. We'll handle the rest."
Two nerve-wracking hours later, I rolled back onto site just as Chase came storming over.
"Where the hell were you?" His breath reeked of cheap cigarettes.
"Told you—sanitary products." I crossed my arms. "Jesus, if you're going to interrogate me after I promised to marry you, what's the point?"
His eyes narrowed. "Prove it. My dorm. Five o'clock."
I walked into that hellhole like a condemned prisoner. He tossed me a reeking pile of laundry—"Make yourself useful, wife"—and I scrubbed like my life depended on it, every splash of soapy water counting down to salvation.
"Enough with the damn clothes." His hands grabbed my waist from behind, hot and possessive. "I've waited long enough to unwrap my present."
I elbowed him off. "Your work pants are crusted with cement! You want me touching you with these hands?"
The universe threw me a lifeline when his buddies barged in with takeout containers of braised pork, already half-drunk. "Chase! You ditching us for your woman? That's three penalty shots right there!"
I pushed him toward them. "Go play host. I'm not going anywhere."
His grubby hand squeezed my breast before he lumbered off, crowing about what an obedient wife he'd trained. Every cell in my body screamed as I watched him swagger away, praying to hear sirens cutting through the night.