Disclaimer - This story contains non-consensual / forced acts & all participants are over the age of 18.
'Knock, Knock.'
Declan and I looked at each other in panic.
"Shit." He whispered.
"It's him, isn't it?" I asked, knowing full well that it was.
It was that time of the month again and once more, we were more than behind on our rent.
"No! Don't answer it!" I grabbed him as he stood up.
"Alicia." He frowned at me and pushed my hands off him.
I watched him walk to the door where he took a deep breath before opening it.
"Mr Robins. " Our landlord sighed.
"Hello Mr Kemp." My husband spoke pleasantly.
"Here I am, once again, except this time, I find myself in a bit of a predicament..." Our landlord mumbled.
"I'm so sorry Mr Kemp. We are trying everything we can to get all the money together, I promise." Declan gushed.
"No more excuses now I'm afraid Mr Robins. You know the rules and if you can't play by them, then unfortunately, you've got to go."
"I promise we'll have it soon. Please, we need to stay here." I heard Declan almost whisper.
"Two weeks Mr Robins. You've got just two weeks to pay me the full debt, otherwise you're out of here."
"We'll find it. I promise. Just two weeks, please." Declan almost begged.
I watched our landlord sneer at Declan before his gaze settled on me, in my partly undressed state. I jumped back behind the wall, hoping he hadn't been able to see my cold pert nipples standing up underneath my flimsy night shirt.
"And tell your lady to wear some bloody clothes when you have guests." He chuckled before walking away.
The door slammed and I stepped out to face Declan.
"What are we going to do?" I asked him, my eyes filling with tears.
"I don't know... Don't cry. We'll find it, somehow." He reached out and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close. "I think I need a shower just from standing so close... he stunk." Declan groaned, making me laugh through my worry.
"Let's wash it away together then." I mumbled in to his neck, before pulling away and leading him to the bathroom.
****
Declan went to work earlier than normal in the morning. He'd decided that he was going to swallow his pride and explain the situation to his boss. Hopefully, his boss would allow him some overtime to try and gather the funds together quicker.
The doorbell went at 10am, so I slipped out of bed and in to my silky dressing gown before padding to the door and opening it.
"Oh ... Mr Kemp." I stammered and pushed the door closed slightly, trying to hide behind it.
"Hello Alicia. Is your husband home?" He asked while smirking at me.
"Urm, no... He's gone to work early. He's trying to get some overtime, to get the money, for you." I mumbled, embarrassed that he'd caught me undressed once more.
"I see. Well, I'd like to discuss something. If I may..?"
It didn't seem like a question as he pushed open the front door and stepped over the threshold, smirking at me.
"Ok... urm, just through there." I pointed towards the living room and shut the front door behind me.
He settled himself on the sofa, his big belly straining against his grey t-shirt. He pushed one hand under his belt and pushed at his jeans, trying to relieve himself of the pressure. I shuddered and wrapped my gown around me tighter, before taking the seat opposite him. I watched as his eyes fell to my exposed legs and as the robe only covered me mid-thigh, there was quite a lot for Mr Kemp to view.
"I've decided that I can't give you two weeks. It's just gone on for too long." He blurted out, his eyes on mine. "Therefore, you've got just one week to find the money, or to get out."
"Please Mr Kemp. Please. We need this house. It's our home!" I inched forward on my chair and begged him.
He shifted slightly. His huge stomach straining even more against his t-shirt as he pushed himself forward.
"No. One week."
