Fractured lines

Jalen’s POV

Elena closed the door behind her with a soft click that sounded louder in my ears in the quiet office. The morning light sliced through the blinds in harsh stripes across the desk as she leaned on it,

She looked at the panties on the floor again. Then at me.

“I saw her leave,” she said quietly. “Hair was a mess and her legs were still shaking while she walked. I've always wanted that with you, Jalen.”

I stayed silent. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t make this worse, I was already bursted.

She took one step forward. Then another.

“I could ruin you, Jalen.” Her voice cracked on my name. “One call to Marian. One anonymous tip to the board. One photo of those marks on your neck that aren’t from me. And it’s over. Your career. Your reputation. Fiona’s future. All of it.”

“Are you threatening me?” I asked, and she smiled.

“Nope, I will only like it if we can come to a reasonable conclusion Jalen,” she leaned closer with a playful smile on her face. “Except you want Marian to be a part of this conversation, it’s for the best Jalen,” she added.

My stomach twisted with rage—i clenched my hand beside me.

“Elena, don’t do this—”

“I don’t want to,” she whispered, tracing the line between my chest with her fingers “God! Jalen, I don’t want to. But you’re gonna leave me no choice if you don’t do what I want.”

She reached out. Her fingers brushed my jaw—gentle, almost tender.

“Fuck me. Right now. Just one time, Jalen. And then you end it with her. You stay away from her. Completely. Or I make the call,” she blinked and continued. “I’m supposed to be the one enjoying what you’re giving her, and I'm gonna get it.”

I stared at her, lost for words.

The exhaustion from cumming all over Fiona’s body still sat heavy in my bones. My muscles ached. My head throbbed. And yet, I kept thinking about keeping her out of the trouble that is about to erupt.

If Marian found out before I could protect her… if the board moved first… Fiona would be expelled. Her father would disown her and hate me. Marian would make sure of it.

I closed my eyes for one second.

Then I opened them.

“Lock the door,” I said.

Elena’s breath hitched as she released a wicked smile before walking to the door, clicking it shut behind her.

She came to me—Her hands slid up my chest. Undid the rest of my buttons and pushed the shirt off my shoulders.

I hated her touch, I hated the smile she wore while she was at it, she felt like a second marian.

She leaned closer, trailing kisses on my throat to my collarbone.

I didn’t respond the way I did with Fiona. I felt no heat, just compliance.

She dropped to her knees, and took a long glance at me while she undid my zip. Then her mouth slid over my length.

I stared at the ceiling while she worked my length with her mouth, trying to coax life back into a body that wanted nothing to do with this. It took longer than it should have. My mind kept flashing to Fiona.

“Fuck!” I snapped when the thoughts of her losing trust in me flashed through my mind. Elena looked up and smiled like I loved what she was doing.

Eventually I hardened, and she stood up.

She hiked her skirt. Bent over the desk—the same desk i had fucked fiona on.

I paused before moving behind her. Without a word.

I pushed inside her in one thrust. She gasped, grabbing the edge of the table but I didn’t stop. I fucked harder, detached. Eyes fixed on the wall. Counting seconds in my head.

She moaned. Whispered my name but I said nothing. I kept telling myself, this was for fiona, this was what elena wants, this is to protect fiona.

Then she came—shuddering, and I followed a few strokes later.

I pulled out. Zipped up and turned away while she fixed her clothes.

“Done,” I said. Voice flat. “Now leave Fiona alone.”

Elena straightened. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were wet.

“I will,” she whispered. “As long as you keep your promise.”

She left.

I sank into my chair. Head in my hands.

The rest of the morning passed in a haze. I canceled all classes and ignored emails.

When Fiona knocked later that afternoon, I almost didn’t open the door.

But she knocked again. Calling my name with a soft worried tone that shattered my principles.

I let her in.

She looked at me and immediately knew something was wrong.

“Jalen?” Her voice trembled. “I didn’t see you in class, I thought to come check you. Are you okay?”

I couldn’t look at her.

“I’m fine, you can leave,” I said sharply in a way that hurts me.

She froze.

“What?”

“I don’t want to see you again, Fiona," my heart ached after saying those words—the lie tasted like acid.

Her face crumpled.

“Jalen… please. Talk to me. Whatever it is, we can—”

“Get out.” I stood close to the door and held it open for her.

Tears welled in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For whatever I did. I’m so sorry.”

“Out fiona,” I whispered, pointing to the hallway.

“Jalen,” tears rolled down her cheeks and it broke my heart. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that it was for the best, that it was for her own protection.

She ran and I slammed the door behind her, I needed to keep up the act.

Then I sank to the floor. Back against the wood.

And hated myself more than I ever had.

Fiona’s POV

I barely made it to my room before the sobs broke free.

I slammed the door so hard the frame shook, I rushed to my canvas table and scattered it all, screaming so loud as I turned my room upside down before sliding down to the floor.

My chest hurts. My throat burned. I tried to figure out what could have gone wrong but the thoughts never came. I let out a frustrated sign, then my eyes narrowed to the leftover vodka I had left under my table since the last party and rushed to grab it.

It was almost a full bottle, enough to drown me in my sorrow, and I drank it all in two gulps.

I lost it all, everything I thought I had to myself, his love, his attention, his care, the only person i feel safe with. All gone, just like that.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut. Until my voice cracked into silence., till I couldn't move my body anymore, I was wasted. Then a knock came on the door but I could barely get it.

“Fi? It’s me.”

It was Jude’s voice, he sure knows the oddest hours to show up..

I wiped my face with shaking hands. Crawled to the door and opened it just enough to see him standing there—alone. Without Paris.

“Jesus, Fiona…” He stepped inside without asking, and carried me to the bed before kneeling in front of me.

“What happened?”

“Nothing, What are you doing here?” I asked with a shaky voice.

He didn’t push. Just sat beside me. Pulled me into his arms, and I let him.

His hand stroked my hair gently like I was his little sister, like he would never hurt me.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he murmured. “Just… let me be here with you.”

I turned my face into his neck.

And kissed him. He froze. Then gently pulled back.

“Fi… you’re hurting. I don’t want to—”

“I want this, please,” I whispered. “Please. Just… make it stop hurting.”

He held my head, eyes searching mine.

Then he leaned in again and caught my lips softer as he laid me back on the bed, slowly taking off my dress before touching me. He was gentle, tender. I lost myself in it.

His mouth found my neck, down to my collarbone and my breasts.

His fingers slid between my thigh and a sudden heat rushed through me, he kept on with it like he was memorizing what made me sigh instead of scream.

When he entered me, it was gentle. Deep. Eyes locked on mine.

“Fiona…” he breathed as I wrapped my legs around him. “I’ve waited so long to be in this position with you,” he paused, and pushed in deeper again. He moved slowly. Steady. Whispering my name like praises but I only responded with moans, no words. Until I winced and spilled my juice all over his dick.

“Fuck,” he groaned and cummed right after, burring his face in my neck.

We stayed like that. Silent. His heartbeat hammered against mine. The ache in my chest eased until I slept off.