Epilogue Two
I t was killing me, you know? The fact that she was a few metres away and I couldn’t risk even looking at her, in case someone caught me. I hated the fact that I was being so weak that I was letting who she was hold me back. Elise was fucking meant for me, but how the hell was I supposed to prove that to her, when I was too much of a pussy to even fucking make the first move?
We’d kissed, sure, and we’d flirted, way more than we should have, but I knew exactly two things when we met. Firstly, that I wanted her like I’d never wanted anyone in my life, and secondly, that she was the sweet younger sister of my fucking VP, and my feelings were irrelevant. Even hers were, because he’d kill me if I touched her, and I really fucking wanted to touch her. I wanted to overwhelm her sweet body with pleasure, and listen to her begging me for more. I wanted to make her orgasm so hard she’d pass out for a few seconds, and yeah, I know that’s possible, trust me.
How was I supposed to look at her every fucking day, and know I couldn’t have her?
Elise
H e came to the party, of course he did, it’s his club, but now he was keeping his back turned, and snubbing me with every damn breath. Did none of it mean anything to him? Was it all just a game to him? He told me I was special, and perfect, and meant for someone better than him, but he wanted me just the same.
Well, I’m right here, asshole, come and get me. If he wanted me that much, felt that much for me, why wouldn’t he fight for me? Was it the fact that somehow they all seemed to know how inexperienced I was? They treated me like this pathetic unknowing child, like they knew no man had ever been able to touch me, because my brother was an overbearing dick. At some point, even he had to accept the fact that I was a grown woman, and we have needs. Had I touched myself at nights thinking about Has-Been? Of course I had, and it was so good, so much better than any other fantasy I’d masturbated to. It wasn’t enough though. I wanted the real thing. I wanted the man I’d watched on my tiny screen. I wanted what I knew he could give me. I wanted all of him.
The Bad Guy
S he was sweet, innocent, way too trusting. That was exactly the kind of weakness that drove girls like her into my trap. I couldn’t wait to fuck her as she fought me for her life. Still… every woman in this room was going to disappear, and nobody here would be able to stop me .