Chapter 5/ Flashbacks
The Governor's POV
I sit there watching her eat a chocolate chip pancake slower than anyone has ever eaten one.
"Remember our first date?" I asked her, trying to bring back any good memories she might have.
"Yes, you drove us out of town so no one from work would see us. Since you were my boss, we weren't supposed to be dating. We saw the remake of Overboard," she says between bites.
" We had a nice time. I wish we had gone on more dates," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"Didn't have time. I was extremely busy studying to pass my boards."
She finally finished her last pancake; it took her exactly one hour.
"Looks like you finished your dinner," I said, pushing the plate away.
"Thank you. It was delicious," she says, knowing what comes next.
She has to know, right? I unbuckle my belt, dropping my pants to the ground. The sound of my belt hitting the floor causes Andrea's body to tremble.
I lean in and kiss her. She returns my kiss, her body feeling fragile in my now forceful embrace. She pulls away after a few minutes of kissing. Her jeans and white panties are now on the floor, along with my clothes. I take her hand, leading her into the bedroom. Fresh tears come to her eyes, and I know she is trying to think of a way out of this. There is no way to avoid this, sweetheart.
"Can we wait until tomorrow night? I am not ready," she pleads in a little girl's voice. Her crying is fucking annoying, but it doesn't stop me from getting an erection. "Should I get Amy to take your place? Would that make you happier?" I asked forcefully. "No. Do what you want to me. Just don't touch Amy," she says, lying on the bed, her legs spread open for me. I look into her dark blue eyes, filled with tears. I think of how I was treated by her in the past. She didn't want to be seen in public with me and flat-out lied to me about my daughter. If none of this had happened, I wouldn't even know Avery existed. She'd be growing up with Andrea without ever knowing me. The brutality is enough to allow me to put a pillow on her face, so I can cover her with my body. I thrust into her, feeling her warm, wet pussy. I finished raping her. There is no other way to describe what happened. But I tell myself that she secretly wants and loves me no matter what she has said. She is laying on the bed now looking like she has had an out-of-body experience.
"Are you okay?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes," she says, seeming calmer.
"I love you, Andrea," I admit.
"Goodnight," she responds.
"Go to sleep now, sweetheart. But next time I make love to you, don't cry. The crying makes it hard to get in the mood," I said, holding her close.
"I won't," she says softly.
Soon, Andrea will have to accept reality. And that is, she belongs to me now.