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“No.” Savannah whispered staring at her phone that she had just dropped into her pasta. “He wouldn’t.” Elijah wouldn’t do that to her. She had just signed herself over to him and he had signed himself over to her. Although now that she thought about it she wasn't positive about the

latter. Was he bound to be faithful to her?

“No, Elijah,” she pleaded quietly as she picked up her phone and wiped the sauce from it.

She slowly opened the phone and read the text again hoping that the message had changed.

— You are nobody. You are nothing but a cunt for Elijah to put his dick into. He doesn’t want to be with sluts who so easily spread their legs for him. Did he tell you he’s at work just now?

He’s with me tonight and I’m getting ready to wrap my lips around his beautiful cock. Enjoy your dinner, whore.- Savannah didn’t want to over-react, but she felt her breath quickening and her heart start to pound with fear. She had fallen too hard for Elijah, too quickly. He couldn’t do this to her. With shaky fingers she punched out a text to him; she was too afraid to call.

— Where are you?? Please call me.-

She swallowed and looked around the table; her appetite had vanished. She pushed back from her seat and the chair scraped loudly across the floor. She paced the large living room, feeling trapped as she quickly moved from one end to the other. Her mind was filled with disgusting images of Elijah with another woman. She grabbed madly at her hair, trying to erase the thoughts.

It couldn’t be true. She kept checking her phone, willing it to buzz or ring but it was eerily quiet. Had Elijah put it down while some other woman was sucking him off? Did someone else have their lips wrapped around Elijah’s sweet head, sucking at his crown, pleasuring him until he exploded?

“No!” she yelled loudly, and she clapped her hand over her mouth, embarrassed by her outburst. Savannah felt like a caged animal just sitting in the apartment. Instead of doing nothing she decided to work off her anger and fear. She had no idea where Elijah had been called away for work so she couldn’t go check up on him. This was probably for the best, only God could only imagine a crazy paranoid little girl running into an operating room just to satisfy her jealous suspicions.

She had a sick vision of Elijah holed up in the on-call room getting a blowjob like he was in some bad episode of Grey’s Anatomy. She went into her room, and tore open her drawer of workout clothes and threw on a shirt and yoga pants. She quickly laced up her sneakers and raced out of the apartment.

Clutching her phone tightly, she burst outside into the warm evening and began to walk south, barely taking in her surroundings. She made her way up town towards Union Square. With each pounding foot against the pavement, she felt a deep ache in the pit of her stomach. Would Elijah really use her like this? Was he some type of womanizing man-whore? She certainly could tell he was very experienced in the sack but she didn’t get the impression that he was a player. He seemed way too busy to be juggling multiple women.

Her frustration was growing by the second, Savannah cut through Union Square, vaguely aware of the band that was playing. What the hell did she know anyway? She was twenty-three years old and had only been in one real relationship. She was not an expert by any means, and she was already in way over her head with Elijah. Tears of hurt and anger leaked down her cheeks and she brushed them away quickly, embarrassed that she was crying in public. She was already

attracting a few staring onlookers and she tried not to think about it.

As she hurried towards the Meatpacking District she suddenly felt her phone buzzing. It was Elijah calling her. Excitement and anxiety flushed through her veins, she tried to steady her voice and compose herself. She moved off the sidewalk and into an alcove to get out of the way, she took a deep breath before accepting the call.

“Hello?” Her voice sounded raspy and shaky.

“Savannah? Are you okay?” Elijah’s voice was warm and filled with concern. Just the sound of his familiar voice made Savannah want to fall to the ground and weep.

“No, I am not okay,” she snapped in a somewhat steady voice. “Where the hell are you?”

“I told you. I had to work. I’m at the hospital. What is this about? Did you like the dinner?”

Savannah took a deep breath, trying to focus. “The dinner was lovely. Elijah. What I didn’t appreciate was the anonymous text that came through just as I was about to start eating.

Whomever it was said that I was nothing but a cunt for you to use and they were getting ready to suck you off.”

Savannah heard the rush of air leave Elijah before he spoke. “What?” he practically growled.

“Yes. I got it immediately after your text. The person referenced that you had just texted me and that you weren’t really at work but with her.” She sniffed, unable to hide the fact that she was crying. She hated sounding weak in front of Elijah.

“Savannah, I promise you that I am at work,” he said sincerely, his voice filled with the passion that Savannah had come to know. “When I sent you that text I was at the nurse’s station reading over charts before I entered a patient’s room. I promise you that there is no one else. You

are the only woman who is sucking me off.”

Savannah heard some shuffling and then Elijah spoke again.

“I am so hard for you, Savannah,” his voice was soft and sensual, it reminded Savannah of the hot sex that she now desperately craved from him. “I’ve been thinking about you and your body non-stop. Imagining how you milked my cock this afternoon, making me come so hard in your mouth. It’s only you, Savannah. I want to take you back to my cottage and fuck you again and again until my cock is imprinted on your pussy.”

Savannah sank to the ground, filled with relief. There was no one else.

“But then who was it Elijah? Who had my number? Who was messing with me? How did they know you just texted me?”

“I have an idea,” he said darkly, “and I’m going to take care of it as soon as I hang up. I don’t want you to worry about this for one more minute, do you understand?”

Savannah had a million other questions but Elijah’s voice demanded obedience.

“Savannah, promise me that you will let this go.”

“I’ll try,” she said honestly. Suddenly a fire truck raced by, it’s sirens blaring loudly.

“Where are you?” Elijah’s voice was now harsh. Savannah suddenly was afraid to tell him where she was.

“I’m in the Meatpacking District. I needed to get out of the house.”

“The Meatpacking District? For god’s sake, get home and try to stay out of trouble!” He reprimanded. “Did you even enjoy any of the meal?”

“Not really.” Savannah suddenly felt very foolish.

“Savannah O’Hara, get your sweet little ass home and stay inside. I don’t want you out trolling the streets alone. And go eat something. You’re going to need all the energy you can get, once I come for you later.”

Elijah's orders were evoking a range of emotions in her. At first she felt annoyed and resentful over the fact that Elijah was ordering her around; she could do whatever she damned well pleased and go anywhere she liked. However she did feel guilty for not enjoying Elijah’s dinner earlier, it was such a nice gesture.

She also felt hot, unbridled lust for the dirty things Elijah was planning on doing to her. The thought of seeing Elijah later tonight lifted her spirits immensely, and she felt like in that moment she would do anything Elijah asked of her from now on.