Broken Promises

Part 11

Third night in a row. 

Don had a little less than a week off from touring and he clearly insisted making the most of it. Stevie didn't exactly enjoy spending so much time in his presence, but so far, he had been behaving well. Nothing remotely inappropriate had happened. Yet. Stevie wasn't that naïve, she knew, he wasn't going to be satisfied with dinner and drinks for long. 

Stevie was already feeling terrible about hanging out with another a man. The same man she had had an affair with. On top of that, the last two conversations with Lindsey seemed off in some way. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what was wrong, but she knew him, he sounded tense, it felt like he was holding something back. The fact that he might have found out about her outings with Don hadn't even crossed her mind. 

Tonight felt different. Stevie wasn't about to meet Don at a restaurant. She was currently standing outside his house, forcing herself to ring the bell.  

"Well, don't just stand there." Don opened the door before Stevie could make him aware of her arrival. "You're more beautiful every time I see you."

Subtly rolling her eyes, Stevie stood in the foyer, looking around. "Doesn't your wife mind that you've got another woman coming to visit you?"

Don laughed, shaking his head. He placed his hand on the small of her back and led them out onto the terrace. "She doesn't have a clue about this place." The words didn't bring Stevie any comfort. "Please." He showed her to take a seat. "This is romantic, isn't it?"

"There's nothing romantic between us and about us." Stevie replied, crossing her legs. "Are you enjoying this? Having me against my will?"

"I haven't had you yet, doll." Don answered calmly, filling up their glasses. "And when I do, it won't be against your will." He winked and sat across the small table from her. "Why don't you try and enjoy this? I've taken you out to expensive restaurants, I've invited you to my home. Oh, I almost forgot." He picked up a rectangular box, which was laying on the table. "I've even got you a gift."

"I don't want it." Stevie glared at him, her arms crossed over her chest. "Can you just drop the act? You're not a nice person, your feelings for me haven't suddenly resurfaced and changed you."

Without a word, Don stood up again. With his gift for her in hand, he went to stand behind Stevie. She gulped. It made her nervous, not knowing what he was going to do as she was unable to see him. 

Brushing his fingertips over the back of her neck, Don pushed Stevie's hair away to one side. He then took out the necklace he'd gotten for her and put the empty giftbox back on the table. Taking his time, he put the piece of jewelry around her neck. Sure that he was going to walk away, Stevie breathed a sigh of relief, before she inhaled sharply, when his hand wrapped around her throat, not firmly enough to hurt her, and tilted her head back.

"People usually say, thank you, you know." With that he let go and went to take his seat.

"You used to be different." Stevie spoke up. "You were never like this."

"Well, you don't seem to understand in any other way." He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "You should stop fighting me, seriously." He leaned back, is eyes on the pendant resting on her chest. "We both know that there are only two outcomes; you either give me what I want or I tell your husband the truth. Which scenario is worse, hm? On one hand, you get fucked the way I'm sure you haven't been in a long time. On the other, your psycho husband finds out that he's not all that and then he goes and does something probably crazy. For example, finds someone else on the side for himself, divorces you, makes sure you don't get to see your children."

"You're the insane one." Stevie emphasized, utterly disgusted by what was coming out of his mouth.

"Alright." Don finished his drink in one go and rose to his feet. "Enough chit-chat." He grasped her hand and practically pulled her up from the chair. "You and I are gonna have some fun." He grinned.

Stevie didn't budge.

"I said-"

"I- I can't... I-"

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Ah, he makes such a great villain. Pig.