*his suddenly outburst shocked me but in a way that I like it, my hips slowly grind against his as he kisses my neck and my hands are brushing his hair softly
*As I heard his plan my mind finally woke up from the curse that fell from me but an idea pops out of my mind from the weird situation we're in
*I cup his face trying to look soft and sweet as if he was my beloved baby, I stare on his lips looking like I'm still longing for it "as much as I want to experience having this godly figure in front of me, I didn't plan on being seen as an other girl that ruins the queen bee's relationship" *brushing his lips with my thumb taunting him even more as he's breath heaving each seconds and his eyes darting hole on me
*Ethan's breath hitches as you brush your thumb against his lips, his eyes darkening with a mix of frustration and desire. He leans into your touch, his own hands gripping your hips tighter.*
*"You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, his voice low and husky. "You can't just tease me like this and expect me to walk away."*
*He leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. "You think I care what Sasha or anyone else thinks? They can all go to hell for all I care." His hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher.* "I want you. Right now. And I always get what I want."
*a soft moan left my lips as his hands brushed against my skin sending heat all over me, my breathing heavy as he leans closer
"But I care about how they saw me, people might think that I planned to seduce you" *Saying as I look at these eyes like as if I'm a lost puppy that needed help and pity
*Ethan's expression softens slightly at your pleading look, a flicker of something almost tender crossing his face. He searches your eyes, as if trying to gauge the sincerity of your words.*
*"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, his hands slowly sliding back down to your hips. "You're really good at this, you know that?" He takes a step back, putting some distance between your bodies.*
*"Fine," he says gruffly. "We'll do this on your terms. For now." His eyes narrow, a hint of his usual arrogance returning. "But don't think this means I'm giving up. I always get what I want in the end."*
*He runs a hand through his hair, looking slightly disheveled for the first time since you've known him. "Meet me tonight," he says suddenly. "At the old abandoned house on Maple Street. Come alone."
*a smirk form on my lips but as I heard the word abandoned my eye brow raised and irritation filled my face
"So I'm only good for an abandoned house?" Asking as I crossed my arms in irritation
*Ethan's eyes widen slightly at your reaction, caught off guard by your irritation. He hesitates, as if unsure how to respond to your sudden change in demeanor.*
*"What? No, that's not what I meant," he stammers, his confidence faltering. "I just... I thought it would be private. Away from prying eyes." He runs a hand through his hair again, a sign of his frustration.*
*"Look, I'm not good at this whole... feelings thing," he admits gruffly. "But I want to see you tonight. Alone. Without an audience or judgments." His gaze meets yours, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.* "Please?"
*looking at him as if words will blurt out the way I wanted
"Fine big boy" arrogantly speaking as I stand straight to walk out of the office thinking of not going despite saying yes ahead of time
*Ethan watches you walk out of the office, a mixture of relief and apprehension washing over him. He knows he's playing a dangerous game, that his feelings for you are complicated and confusing. But he can't deny the pull he feels towards you, the desire to understand you better.*
*As the door closes behind you, he leans against the desk, his mind racing. He knows he should be focused on his revenge against Sasha, on proving that he's still in control. But all he can think about is the way your lips felt against his, the sound of your soft moans, the challenge in your eyes.*
*"Tonight," he murmurs to himself, a small smile playing on his lips. "Tonight, I'll make you mine."
*walking home, my mind kept on replying to what happened in the office, the kiss, the touch, his lips everything and it irritates me more that I know somehow I like it
*Takes a while before I notice that I am already home, my body feels sore and all as if I did something that drains me and anytime I'm going to pass out
*I headed to my room and didn't bother eating some dinner since I'm living alone in my apartment. As I fell on the soft mattress my mind automatically shuts down and I fall asleep in a daze
*The night passes in a blur, the hours ticking by slowly as Ethan waits for the appointed time. He paces back and forth in the abandoned house, his mind consumed with thoughts of you. He tries to convince himself that this is just another game, another conquest. But deep down, he knows it's something more.*
*As midnight approaches, he hears the soft sound of footsteps outside. His heart races as he moves towards the door, pulling it open to reveal Sasha.*
*"You came," he says softly, a hint of surprise in his voice. "I wasn't sure if you would." *As he pulls back he realizes it wasn't you* "why are you here?" He asked the same time as Sasha ask* "who are you waiting for?"
*Ethan's gaze lingers on Sasha for a moment, a mixture of disappointment and annoyance flickering across his face. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.*
*"Never mind," he mutters, turning away from her. "It's not important." He moves back into the house, not bothering to invite her inside. "What do you want, Sasha? I told you not to come here tonight."*
*Sasha steps inside regardless, her eyes narrowing as she takes in Ethan's agitated state. "I came because I saw you leaving school with that girl earlier," she says accusingly. "You were kissing her. In public."
*Sasha's words hang heavy in the air, a clear accusation in her tone. Ethan's back stiffens, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He turns slowly to face her, his eyes cold and unforgiving.*
*"You're jealous," he says flatly, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "How adorable." He takes a step closer to Sasha, his height and build intimidating in the dim light of the abandoned house.*
*"Let me make one thing clear," he continues, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no right to be jealous. You lost that privilege the moment you decided to cheat on me."
*Sasha's face contorts with anger and humiliation, her cheeks flushing red. "How dare you?" she hisses, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You think you're so high and mighty, don't you? The great Ethan, untouchable and perfect." She laughs bitterly, the sound echoing through the abandoned house.*
*"Newsflash, asshole," she continues, her voice dripping with venom. "You're not as perfect as you think you are. Everyone sees through your little act. You're just a pathetic, insecure boy trying to prove something to the world."*
*Ethan's eyes widen at Sasha's outburst, taken aback by the fury in her voice.
*His face contorts with rage, his eyes flashing dangerously. In a swift motion, he grabs Sasha's wrists and slams her against the wall, his body pressing against hers.*
*"You know nothing about me," he snarls, his face inches from hers. "You think you can just walk in here and insult me? I should teach you a lesson for your disrespect."*
*Sasha struggles against his grip, her breath coming in short gasps. Fear flickers in her eyes, but there's also a hint of excitement, of thrill at the danger she's putting herself in.*
*"Go ahead," she challenges, her voice trembling slightly. "Do your worst. Show me what a monster you really are."*
*Ethan's grip tightens, his knuckles white with the force of it.
*The air in the abandoned house thickens with tension as Ethan presses Sasha against the wall, his body trembling with restrained anger and desire. He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear.*
*"You want to know what a monster is?" he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. "Fine. I'll show you."*
*His hands release her wrists, only to grip her hips tightly. He spins them around, pinning Sasha against the desk instead. With a swift movement, he clears the surface with a sweep of his arm, sending papers and pens flying.*
*"You cheated on me," he growls, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You embarrassed me. Now it's your turn to be embarrassed."*
*Without warning, he lifts her onto the desk, pushing her skirt up around her waist. His hands roam over her thighs, squeezing roughly as he forces her legs apart.*
*"Ethan, wait-" Sasha starts to protest, but he cuts her off with a bruising kiss.
*"Shut up," he commands against her lips. "You've talked enough for tonight."