Wayne had Roxanne cornered in the booth. He was right in her face interrogating her. "You know Roxanne, if I ever thought that you were playing me, I'm not quite sure how I would react." Wayne threw a picture down on the table, "I do know one thing though, and the Ramirez brothers don't cotton to being played." "Are you playing me Bitch?"
Roxanne knew not to say anything as she looked at the picture of the man that had been nearly beat to death for threatening his brother's wife, Juanita. Nothing that she said right now was going to be right. She knew that she needed to call Derrick and tell him not to come by the club.
Almost as if reading her thoughts, Wayne leaned in and jeered, "You should probably call your boyfriend, and tell him that tonight isn't a good night to visit you." Roxanne rose to go to the bathroom and Wayne followed.
Derrick, "I'm asking you to not come by here tonight."
Derrick knew Roxanne's plight immediately. "Roxanne is Wayne angry?"
"Yes, I can't talk right now."
"Are you safe, Derrick calmly asked?"
"Yes, Roxanne answered."
Derrick didn't need to ask if Wayne was listening, that was evident.
Wayne grabbed the phone and hung it up.
You Bitch! You Bitch! He leaned in pulling her hair, as he passionately kissed her. He leered at her watching, as her breathing became heavy. He grabbed the back of her hair as he pushed her panties to the side, shoving his finger in her.
He growled in her ear, "are you playing me, bitch? I will take you down Roxanne!" He was scaring her, but it was turning her on.
She felt like she was going to have to change her clothes, she was so wet. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him to her, "as she gasp, barely able to breath, I love you; I'm in love with you."
His lip was snarled as he shoved his finger in and out of her glaring in her face, intrigued and basking in her presence. He shoved the top of her dress over, roughly sucking her breast, and then got right in her face and "hissed out Bitch!" He studied her face knowing that she was getting ready to climax. "Bitch!" "He hissed once again," and watched intrigued and captivated as she convulsed on the sink. "You sit your sweet ass out in that booth with me tonight, I'm not playing with you," and he turned and left.
She exited the bathroom and was making her way upstairs to change, as Wayne came up behind her and hissed in her ear, "Bitch! What did I tell you to do?
He had her so worked up that she couldn't think, and he knew it. "Get your ass back over to that booth."
"I'm scared that I'm dirty, that there is a spot on my dress, can I change?"
"Hell no, you can't change! Maybe that spot on your dress, will keep from walking around the bar, and having to be seen, Bitch!"
She obeyed him, and made her way back to the booth.
He nodded for drinks and the waitress made her way over with them, unaware of Roxanne's plight.
"My hand hurts she whimpered" and he gave her four of her pills. "See Roxanne that is why you have a collar and a leash, because you are my Bitch!" "Who do you belong to?" He glared, "I'm going to make you say it when you get home." He glared in her face with a snarled lip, "you lie about everything else, lie and tell me that you belong to me." "Let's just leave it at this, you screwed my brother out of a lot of money and now, you are my Bitch!"
Just then Alexis made her way over and Roxanne shook her head no, as she tried to warn her of Wayne's mood.
"Get out of here Alexis" Wayne commanded, never taking his eyes off Roxanne. "I saw that," he squinted his eyes and facetiously asked, "are you trying to save her from the big bully?"
Wayne leaned over and growled in her ear, as he nuzzled in her hair, "tell me that you are my Bitch!"
