His Little One

Chapter 7

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Her head whipped to the side as pain radiated throughout her right cheek. Rosalinda figured this was bound to happen. Feeling ashamed she rose her head to look at Marsha, who now wore a designer black dress.

"Leave before I drag you out by your hair." Marsha hissed.

Rosalinda nodded and reached over to collect her bag from her boss', only to see him standing up glaring at the model. His eyes softened when they landed on her. "Stay where you are Rosalinda."

Marsha scoffed. "You're defending her? What's wrong with you?"

Her boss handed her bag over and examined Rosalinda's injured cheek. "We ended things between us, Marsha. Leave."

"No we didn't, you want to. I don't. I want to fix things between us, but now I see why. You found yourself a new flavor of the week." Marsha patted Rosalinda's head as if she were a tamed house cat. "Don't worry muffin, once you spread your legs and let him have a taste, he'll dump you and come right back to me, he always does."

Rosalinda felt ashamed and dirty. She didn't know where to look. She didn't know whether she should put on a brave face and feel proud she trumped a model or if she should go home and pretend nothing happened. One moment she's happy with her makeshift border between her and her boss and the next she's ecstatic having her tongue in his mouth.

"Leave Marsha." He growled his hands gripped the sides of the table as he stood straight making him appear larger than he already was.

Rosalinda looked at her unfinished food. With her appetite gone only to be replaced by shame, she slowly rose from the table. Her gaze went to her boss and gave him a small smile and began to leave the restaurant without a word.

She heard him call her name but she ignored him. For once luck was on her side and was able to climb onto the bus that led to her apartment.

Working for Leon was the worst idea ever. She was better off finding work somewhere else.

Reflecting back, she was glad to experience something naughty for once in her life; the thought of Leon's lips on hers made her shiver at the sensual sensation.

Those memories were all she had. She's never going back to work, instead she'll find another job something that didn't involve sexy men in suits. There was no way she was going back to him. Marsha was the wake-up call she needed.

Rosalinda knew she and Leon could never be a thing. He had too much at stake compared to her. She was an ordinary woman who was, all she knew was work and studying.

Reaching her apartment she was welcomed home to police taking pictures and rummaging through her things. Scared she held onto her bag strap and walked in. Her apartment was ruined; furniture was ripped and broken, possessions were thrown on the floor. Her movie collection was tattered into shiny rainbow bits.

"Ma'am are you the resident here?" A police man asked her.

Wordlessly, she nodded her head as her eyes roamed around the one thing she treasured and called home.

"Do you know a man named Julian Clements?" The cop asked.

Rosalinda nodded once again.

"Who was he to you?"

She fidgeted with her bag strap. "He was my ex-boyfriend."

"When was the last time you heard from him?"

Rosalinda looked up at the cop with fearful eyes. "It's been a while, is he in some kind of trouble?"

The cop grunted. "Yes, he's been charged with physical abuse; a woman is currently in the hospital because of him."