Chapter Fourteen

The whole week turned out badly for Matthew. He had not thought his week could ever go like this, starting from Elena forcing him to a party, Jeremy rejecting her, and him finding her on his bed again. Not in his wildest thought did he think he could have sex with Elena, not to talk of once, twice.

“Fuck!” He cursed out, slamming his fist on the wall.

He should have controlled himself. He knew how much he craved her. He wanted to be with her and bury himself in her now and then. But they were not together, and he even doubted if Elena saw him that way. She was pretty last night, and the images of her naked on the bed with the other guy pushed him. He remembered the sex night, how she had held him tight and asked him to go in deeper.

He wanted all of that back, and when she kept persisting in the car. He packed at a corner and told her she would regret it before fucking her mindlessly. But he was unsure if she was regretting it because he was dreading what would happen next.

“Matthew,