My stepbrother and his friends want me 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

EMMA/ELENAI've settled into my new life just fine. School has been easy and I'm staying too of my class work has been great as well I barely think of the guys anymore.... that's what I would've said if I were a good liar but I know you all know the truth. I still haven't made any friends, but a guy at the office was about to make sure my friendless streak ended. Oliver moved between the cubicles with the same easy confidence he always had, coffee in one hand, smile already forming. My stomach dropped.Oh no.I knew exactly what he was going to ask. He had asked three times before. Each time I had found a polite reason to say no I was either too busy with classes, already had plans, not feeling well. The excuses were getting thinner, and today I had run out of energy to invent new ones.He stopped in front of my desk and leaned one hip against the edge, casual as always.“Morning, Elena.”For a full second the name did not register.I kept typing, eyes on the screen, waiting for who

EMMA/ELENAI’m in a club and not just any club, but a BDSM club.You’re probably wondering why I’m here when this was the kind of setting that put me in trouble in the first place.Well it seems I’ve not learnt my lesson.It was the weekend and I was tired of being alone, so tired of staring at my ceiling so I decided to visit the club. I had driven past this place a few times on my way to the mall and never given it more than a glance. The building looked ordinary from the outside with dark windows, a simple sign, and nothing that screamed what happened inside. But after the dinner with Oliver and the quiet promise I had made to myself to stop hiding, the idea kept returning. Go out more. Try. So tonight I parked, walked to the door, and stepped inside before I could change my mind.The entrance was quiet and controlled with soft lighting. A woman who stood behind a small counter looked up with a polite smile.“Name?”“Elena.”“Nice to have you Elena. Is this your first time?”“No no

CADE“Don’t call me again. You’re all dead to me.”Then the line went dead.For a second I just stared at the phone in my hand, her voice still echoing in my head. She sounded cold, broken and final. Then the rage hit. It hit me so hard I couldn’t hold it. I hurled the phone at the wall with everything I had. It shattered on impact. Papers, a glass, the lamp everything on the desk went flying as I swept my arm across it and shouted a raw, “Fuck!”The sound of the phone breaking pulled me up short.I stood there breathing hard, staring at the pieces scattered across the floor. Then suddenly I remembered her new number had been on that phone. The only link I had to Emma. The only way to reach her again. And I had just destroyed it in a fit of temper like a goddamn child. The reality of it crashed down on me all at once. I walked over slowly, dropped to my knees, and picked up the largest piece. A sound came out of me that I hadn’t made in years; it was a broken, helpless cry.All my life

EMMA/ELENAWe’re still locked in a stare with my breath being the only thing I can hear and my heart pounding in my chest.Oliver leans forward slowly, giving me every chance to pull away. When I don’t, he kisses me. The kiss is gentle and sweet, nothing like the claiming heat I am used to. It asks instead of takes. A soft whimper leaves my throat. He answers by pulling me closer, lifting me until I am straddling his lap and I can feel him hard and heavy beneath me, the thick length of him pressing right against the damp fabric of my panties. My nipples are already tight, pushing against the thin shirt and into his chest as the kiss deepens, still slow, still careful, but full of something that makes my stomach flip.Heat spreads through my body rapidly and before I know it, I’m rocking forward into him trying to get more friction. A low groan rumbles out of him. His hands settle on my waist, fingers flexing.“Fuck, Elena,” he breathes against my mouth. “You’re killing me.”The name

OLIVEREmma.The name sounds so good now that I have said it out loud. Better than Elena ever did. Looking back, the odd way she flinched or went quiet whenever someone called her Elena should have told me sooner. The name never suited her. It sat on her like something borrowed. Emma just fits. I catch myself smiling as I drive, repeating her under my breath like an idiot. Emma. The road is still half-empty this early, which means I have time. When I pass the little flower shop on the corner I pull over without talking myself out of it and get some white and soft pink roses, nothing loud, and the large coffee she always drinks when the morning looks heavy. I sat both on the passenger seat and kept going, till I arrived at the office. The office is already moving when the elevator doors open. My eyes find her desk the way they always do. There she is, but something is off. Her shoulders are curled in. She stares at the screen without really seeing it. Even from across the room the