My Lust Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Ethan's POV After a grueling intense sex with Chelsea, she dashed off in a hurry, leaving me puzzled and pondering. Attempting to catch her attention, I called out, only to realize she had vanished into a long distance. What's the deal with her sudden exit? I muttered, fastening my belt with a bemused shake of my head. Brimming with contentment and joy, knowing I had brought her to climax twice. I'm sure she enjoyed our intimate moments, though she was pretending. Entering the classroom, I settled among the guys at the back, and we were talking about last night's football match. As our banter unfolded, I caught Chelsea's gaze. Flashing her a grin and a wink, I sensed her blush and the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. I retrieved my phone and sent her a message: 'I hope you enjoyed it.' The notification lit up her screen. She glanced at the text, swaying her hips but offered no response. As the school day drew to a close, I stood by my car, anticipating Chelsea's emergence so w

Chelsea's POV I watched him drive off and headed inside the house. Ethan was clearly furious, but I could see him trying to keep his composure. "Chelsea," he called out, but I pretended not to hear him. "I'm calling you," he insisted, grabbing my hand with his strong grip. "Ethan, let me go," I said calmly. He released his grip, and I went straight to my room without saying another word to him. I grabbed my phone and called my best friend Vivian. "Hey, girl," she answered. "Guess what!" I squealed. "You know I don't like guessing games," she replied. "Come on. By the way, where are you?" I asked. "I'm at home," she said. "Okay, Brian dropped me home!" I exclaimed. "Who is Brian?" she asked. "How could you forget? The new kid," I reminded her. "Baby, I'm done bathing," a man's voice sounded over the phone. "I thought you said you were at home," I said, confused. "I'm somewhere like home," she replied with laughter. "Idiot," I teased. "We'll talk tomorrow, bestie," she

Chelsea's POVTears streamed down my face as I lay still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. When will this ever end? The question echoed in my mind, a plea for relief from the constant turmoil and pain.I left for Vivian's house early that morning before anyone could wake up. I didn't want to see Jason's face or that of my stepbrother, Ethan. Both of them were just pure enigmas for my existence. Throughout the weekend, I barely talked to anyone, including my mother, and I locked myself inside my room the entire time. "What's wrong, Amanda? You look worried," my mom would ask each time she saw me."Nothing, mom. I'm fine," was always my response. She knew I was hiding something from her and wanted to get the truth out of me. How could I tell her that I slept with my stepbrother and that her husband used me whenever he pleased?Brian, on the other hand, had been trying to talk to me since our date. But I had been avoiding his calls and didn't want to see him either. Fear always gri

Chelsea’s POV I woke up to find that Ethan was no longer on bed with me, he already left the house. I groaned, pulling the duvet over my face, a smile creeping across my face as memories of last night flooded my thoughts. Just then, my phone chimed with a message, interrupting the tranquil moment and it was my best friend, Vivian. “Party at my place by 10, don’t be late,” the text read. I sighed; I wasn’t ready to face the outside world as I craved solitude, not the company of crowd. I crafted an excuse declining her invitation but she sent another message. “You don’t have to worry about the crowd,” she reassured. “I’m going solo. Just the two of us.” It was as if she could sense my reluctance. After several hours of sifting through my wardrobe, I finally settled on a perfect dress for Vivian’s solo party. “I think I will go with this one,” I mustered in my thought, admiring myself in the mirror with a satisfied smile. I made my way to Vivian’s house, she greeted me with a glas

Chelsea's POVJason exited first and headed into the private room where my mother was admitted. I followed suit, locking the door behind me, my gaze fixed on him with a mix of anger and desperation. "You did this, didn't you?" I accused, my voice trembling with emotion as tears welled up in my eyes.He turned to face me, his expression unreadable. At first, he seemed to brush off my accusation with a chuckle, but then he closed the window screen, blocking out any prying eyes."You thought I was bluffing?" He said. My heart pounded in my chest, fear gripping me as I struggled to find my voice."Is he for real right now?" I muttered to myself, feeling a surge of panic rising within me. I grabbed onto a nearby chair for support as my legs were trembling and feeling weak beneath me."Do you really love her as you claimed?" I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes pleading with him for answers. "Does she know?"Jason's sly grin only fueled my frustration. "You don't have to wor