She had put on a long black dress. It was a bit low cut but that was all. Her hair was braided. She had no intention of trying to look sexy for any guy this evening. She only wanted to be with Roman. She was his girl.
She showed up a bit late. The party was already going strong.
"Heeeey, you came," Charlotte shouted through the livingroom while making her way over to hug her.
She grabbed Melissa's hand and dragged her into the kitchen.
"I got champagne with me today and I waited for you to arrive so we could share it," Charlotte said and opened the fridge to take out a bottle of champagne.
"Cool," Melissa said and located two glasses in a cabinet.
Charlotte poured the champagne.
"So, what's up with you these days? Are things alright after the other evening?" Charlotte asked.
"They are more than alright. I'm actually with Roman now. Well, not together together... yet... but we hooked up last night and this morning he called me his girl," Melissa answered.
"Uh, so he's the one these days," Charlotte said jokingly.
"It's different this time. I really like him. I don't just wanna use him and throw him away. I wanna be with him," Melissa said.
Charlotte looked at her seriously.
"Wow, I can see you mean it. That's really good. I'm happy for you," Charlotte said.
The girls kept talking and emptied the bottle. Charlotte opened the fridge and took out another bottle.
Melissa was getting drunk and she felt the champagne wanting to get out again.
"I'm gonna go to the toilet," she said to Charlotte, grabbed her purse and went to pee.
While being in the bathroom, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Roman.
"On our way home... finally. Should be there in an hour if traffic is kind to us all the way," he wrote.
"Can't wait," she replied.
"Me neither. I'm gonna treat you so good and this time I'm staying the night," he wrote.
It wasn't a question. It was more like an order but she didn't mind. She wanted him to be with her all night.
"That sounds really good. I bet we won't be getting much sleep though," she wrote.
"I know we won't. That's a promise," he wrote back.
She couldn't help but smile. She finished her business in the bathroom and went outside. John was waiting outside the bathroom door.
"Oh, I didn't realize there was a line. I'm sorry," she said.
"No no, I was actually waiting for you," he said.
"Why?" She answered.
"I wanna show you something. Come along," he said, grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the bedroom.
He closed the door and locked it. He moved closer to her and put his hands on her waist.
"What are you doing?" She asked and pushed his hands off her.
"Aw, don't be like that. You and I usually know how to have a good time together," he said and tried grabbing her again.
She moved backwards.
"Stop it, John. I don't want to," she said angrily.
"You always want to," he said.
"No, not anymore. I'm with Roman now," she said, hoping he would understand she wasn't available anymore.
"He's not even here. He won't find out," he said and pushed her up against the wall.
He tried to lean in and kiss her. She got angry and kneed him right in the groin. He let out a sound of pain. She pushed him away and tried to walk pass him. He grabbed her arm, swung her around and slapped her hard across the face.
"You bitch!" He screamed.
The slap took her by surprise and she stumbled. He threw her on the bed so she landed on her stomach. He placed his knee in her back to keep her down. He pulled angrily at her long dress and she heard it rip.
"Please, John, stop," she cried but he didn't care.
She felt her panties being ripped off her body. She kept crying and begging. He removed his knee but she didn't get a chance to get up before he forced her legs apart and placed himself between them. She tried to push backwards with her hands but he was faster and stronger and forced her back down on the bed. She felt a sharp pain as he forced his dick inside her. It was at that time she gave up and just laid still. She kept crying but she stopped begging and fighting. He kept slamming into her, ripping her soul apart. She heard him groan as he finished and then leaned in.
"See, that wasn't too bad, was it? You'll always be my favourite slut," he said quietly in her ear.
He stood up, closed his pants and left the room. As soon as she heard the door close behind him, she got up. She saw her dress was ripped in the side up to her thigh but she didn't care about the dress. She had just been raped and her entire being was screaming in pain inside her. She found her purse on the floor that she had dropped when he pushed her against the wall. She grabbed it and left the room. No one noticed her leave the party. She just walked straight out of the bedroom to the front door and home.