Unforgivable

UNFORGIVABLE BY E.L BETH CHAPTER 1 Brooke Lambert looked at her fiancé and cringed. Why was he making her do this? Trent Rayshore, a man of power, a man who had the world at his feet. He was a criminal, a hard core criminal, he was all about guns and drugs and shit. How she ended up being his fiancé was beyond her. She was not cut up for this shit. She didn’t like Trent let alone love him… She was a simple girl, worked at a phone shop… A fucking phone shop, how he ended up seeing her, how he ended up wanting her… It was too much. She refused him so many times until he ended up threatening her home. She understood one hundred percent what this man was capable of. She hated everything about her situation. The thought of marrying this asshole was killing her. She hated him so much. He hurt her brother… He did. He almost crippled Harry. Harry was her nineteen year old brother. She was just four years older than him. He was her only sibling. Her father died a few years ago leaving her and Harry alone. Her mother died when Harry was born so it was only the three of them ever since. She wasn’t saying that her father was the best guy in the world but he did keep a roof over their heads food on the table. She couldn’t really ask for more than that. Trent was unrelenting. He refused to stop, so she gave it up, she would not risk her brother’s life for anything. Despite Harry telling her that it was a mistake, she had to do what she had to do. Protect her brother… He would do the same for her. Here she was… Looking at her mobster fiancé. Hating him… So badly hating him. “Why aren’t you dressed?” He asked as he buttoned up his shirt. He had just finished fucking the housekeeper and wanted to find out why she wasn’t dressed. The fact that she was to live in his over the top house… It was state of the art everything. It fit the scene. Only the best for a drug lord right. She hated how he forced her to live here. “Dressed? I’m dressed.” She said almost rolling her eyes at the asshole. He smiled and walked over to her. She was sitting on the bed hoping he fucked off. He smacked her face a few times, nothing overly hard. “I told you already, we are having important people coming over… A party… So put the dress on. The one I had brought in for you today.” “I don’t want to be at the party. I don’t want to be there.” She said wanting to spit in his good looking face. He was okay for most of it, but when he did drugs and drank himself stupid he would be all disgusting like. He would put her on show for his visitors. Never when he was sober, the minute he had a few too many, it was always the same. “Be that as it is, you will get up and get dressed. You will be by my side and act the part.” “What part exactly?” She asked wanting to gauge his eyes out. “You will act as my fiancé. Do you understand me?” He lifted her chin up so she was looking into his dark eyes. “I will not put up with this for much longer Brooke.” He let her go and resumed getting dressed. So it was party time… Yay her! Brooke looked at her reflection in the mirror after she put on her dress. She had to admit it was a nice dress. Sexy as hell but not too revealing. Looked like it cost a fortune. Shoes and accessories to match. She looked great. Brooke left her hair down and had it curled softly. Light brown hair, blonde highlights. Long straight earrings. The dress was silver and sat loosely on her body. It was short but not overly short. Completely backless but pretty covered at the front. She dolled her eyes up and they looked almost crystal blue. She had blue coloured eyes, occasionally they turned very light, usually depended on her emotions or what colour she was wearing. She hated how she had to parade herself and act all happy like. Trent would show her off, like she was some kind of superstar… He always made sure to put her on show… He would kiss her, hold her hand, sit her in his lap while he snorted shit. She really didn’t like any of this. Still, for her sanity and for the sake of her brother, she just went with it. What else was there for her to do? Nobody in the world was going to help her or fight for her, she learnt that the hard way. It was how it was, she needed to fight for herself… Nobody but her and Harry against the world type thing. Lucy the slutty housekeeper walked into the room and smiled insincerely at her. “Boss wants you.” She said giving her a you nothing look. This slut sucked his cock with a room full of people and was looking at Brooke like she was nothing. Fuck off bitch. “Yep.” Brooke knew it was a full house. He would only call her out when the place was full. He wanted a grand entrance. It was like he believed she was some sort of trophy. Yep, just as she suspected, full fucking house. She drew in a deep breath and walked over to Trent who had like five sluts around him. “Ah there she is… My love…” He pulled his arm out so she could go to him. Yuk… Fucking yuk man. She forced a smile on her face and walked over to him. Fucker. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, tongue and all. It was nothing but a fucking show.