บททั้งหมดของ THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

DELILAHI won’t do this. I won’t do it....I know what my mom wants, but I also know that she doesn’t want it because she’s trying to protect me or because she’s trying to do what’s best for me. I don’t really know why she’s doing this, but I know it’s not for me.I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t stay in that house. She was calling the cops. They were probably going to come and question me and treat me like a criminal or something. I didn’t know for sure, but I knew I had to get away. Without even thinking twice, I grabbed the bag.I didn’t care if I looked a mess, if I smelled, if the whole world even knew at that moment. I just needed to get out. I needed some air. I needed to breathe. I needed to escape before she could drag me into whatever scenario she was playing in her head.The car keys were still in my bag from earlier. I took them, still there, right where I’d left them. I didn’t hesitate. I watched my mom as I tiptoed down the stairs. She was in the living room, busy on th

DELILAHI froze mid-step, the plate of food trembling in my hands.He just talked to me, but.... He has no idea who I am. Does he even remember last night? At all? Does he remember me...?“What’s it to you?” Aria snapped, her voice laced with attitude.“Nothing,” he replied with a shrug, his tone casual but sharp. “Just that, Elena said....her mom was looking for her. Something about the police.”That single word....police, made my whole body shake.Something about the police?Had my mom called the cops because she thought I’d run away? Or because of what she’d been insisting on yesterday? My mind raced. And if she told Elena… did that mean Damien knew too?The thought made my stomach turn. I couldn’t eat anymore. The appetite vanished as if it had never been there at all. I cleared my throat, forcing steadiness into my voice. “I forgot something upstairs,” I said quickly, pushing away from the table before anyone could stop me.I hurried back into Aria’s bedroom, shutting the door

DELILAHWhen I finally reached him, my knees pressing against the floor, I didn’t dare look up. My gaze stayed glued to the ground, my hands folded nervously in front of me. I could feel his stare on me, steady and unflinching, like a shadow I couldn’t escape.The silence was thick, stretching between us, until I felt it, his finger. Light at first, brushing against the tip of my chin. So slow. Almost unbearably slow. My breath caught as he tilted my face upward, giving me no choice but to meet him.I resisted for a heartbeat, my eyes darting, desperate to find some anchor on the ground again. But his touch was firm, unyielding. And then my gaze locked with his.His eyes were calm. Certain. Not a flicker of doubt. Like he had already known this was exactly how it would end. I stare up, and my mouth dries, and the tingling in my pussy awakens to a painful throbbing.Damien releases his huge cock lined with angry veins and strokes himself in one rough movement. I gasp a I see it again.

DELILAHI quickly looked away because there was something about Damien's eyes. There was something in his eyes. I really felt like someone knew. I really felt like he had told someone, or maybe it was worse. Maybe there were a few versions of me out there. Oh my god, I was driving myself crazy.“Hey, you look like you’re about to faint. Are you sure you’re okay? Should you be here?” Aria asked, concerned.“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine,” I said. "The last place I want to be is back home.“You can go to my house,” she offered. But the last thing I wanted was to spend time at her house without her there. It would just be weird.“No, I’m fine, I think,” I murmured.The murmur and the eyes kept watching me, following me as we went towards our lockers. We had first period together, but then we wouldn’t see each other again until lunch. We grabbed our books and headed to the classroom.Classes went okay, I guess. There was some weirdness, people keeping glances in my direction. Nobody said anyt

DELILAH“Is this real?”Aria’s voice cut through my fear, slicing through the haze that clouded my head. She held her phone up, the screen glowing between us, the pictures burning into my face.My eyes dropped to them... me, Damien, the night, the morning. Proof. Evidence. Shame. And yet, I couldn’t say a word.“Delilah, I’m talking to you,” she pressed, her voice shaking but sharp. “Is this you? Please, just tell me the truth. I’m asking you....tell me the truth.”But the words wouldn’t come. My throat locked up. My chest squeezed tight. I just stood there, staring, frozen in place as though my body had betrayed me.“Delilah…” Her voice softened, broke a little. “I’m giving you a chance to be honest with me. I’m giving you the chance to be real with me, to tell me the truth, okay? I need to know....is it you in this picture?”Her eyes pleaded with me. Begged me. She wasn’t just asking; she was hoping. Hoping I would say no. Hoping I would save her from what those pictures suggested.