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Elena's POV

Sun rays penetrated into my eyes directly, I felt my head ache alot. I was in the hotel room -with Jason!

That was when I remembered what happened last night between me and that handsome stranger. His presence was comforting and unfamiliar. I got down from the bed and saw him standing on the mirror and wearing his shirts and pants. Look away immediately.

He noticed my uneasiness and walked to me. You enjoyed it last night, you saw everything…you don't have to look away now.He said. My throat hitched and I swallowed hard. How did this happen?

Jason stirred. His voice, flirtatious as he draw closer to my ear, broke the silence. Morning,he murmured, he peeked my cheeks which send cold shivers down my spine.

Morning,I replied softly, my mind still racing. What does this mean now?

He grabbed my waist, running a hand through his dark curls. Need a ride home?he asked casually, his blue eyes locking onto mine.

I blinked, caught off guard by how nonchalant he sounded, as if spending the night together was no big deal. Uh, sure. Thanks.I shouldn't expect more than this from him right?

I slowly got out of bed, pulling my clothes from the floor. The weight of his gaze on my body followed my every move, the way his lips parted like he was going to say something but he didn't. But when I looked up, he was already slipping into his jacket, pretending not to notice my struggle to steady herself.Does he feel anything? Or am I just another girl?

Jason stood up, tossing on a shirt, his tattoos peeking from under the fabric. He caught me staring and flashed a grin. Ready?He asked and I nodded slowly.

We stepped outside, the crisp morning air still carrying the warmth of last nights encounter. I climbed into the passenger seat, Jason started the engine, his hand brushing the gearshift. A soft rock tune played through the speakers, filling the silence, but it did nothing to ease the tension simmering between us.

He glanced at me, his face serious, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my pulse race. You know,he said, his voice low, smooth, and possessive, from today onward, youre mine. You can come to my house ir call me on phone anytime, any day.

His words made me feel uneasy, heavy and undeniable. No one goes into his room twice but did he just invite me to his room again?

My chest tightened. Y-You mean it?I stammered, my cheeks burning as his gaze didnt waver. Joy surged through me but I maintained. What does being 'his' really mean?

As we drove, I stole glances at him. The way his hand gripped the steering wheel, strong and controlled, made my heart race all over again. His jaw clenched slightly, lost in thought, and I couldnt help but marvel at how effortlessly attractive he was. The memory of his kiss still lingered on my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. How did I end up here?

Auroras POV

As I walked through the dimly lit corridor, my steps echoed softly against the marble floors. It's been weeks since we hardly greet each other or even eat together after the horrible incident and how my secrets were exposed by her (Elena!).

But then, I caught a glimpse of Lucas through the slightly ajar door to his study. The sight of him made my heart twist painfully.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I walked in. Lucass head lifted, his gaze meeting mine briefly, his expression cold and detached. Without a word, he turned his attention back to his laptop, as if I was merely an interruption. I could feel the tension in the air, a thick wall between us. He didnt want me here—he barely tolerated my presence.

Ignoring the reaction, I sauntered over to his desk and sat on top of his desk, forcing a smile that I hoped looked confident. "Lucas…"I said softly, leaning forward to meet his eyes, hoping to spark even a flicker of warmth. "Its my birthday today. I was wondering if youd like to celebrate with me?"My voice softened, as I tried to infuse it with a touch of romance, the way I always used to.

He let out a sigh, one that felt as heavy as a door slamming shut. "Happy birthday,"he muttered flatly, not even looking up this time. "But Im sorry, Aurora. I cant celebrate with you."His tone was distant, cold, and final.

I forced a small, shaky smile, though I could feel the cracks spreading across my heart. "Oh… its okay. I see youre busy with work."My voice wavered, but I tried to keep the bitterness out. "We can celebrate some other time,"I added, attempting to mask my disappointment with a bright, hopeful smile.

But Lucas only shook his head, his jaw tight as he stood and moved to the window, his back turned to me, hands in his pockets. I watched him, every movement feeling like a rejection.

After a long pause, he spoke, his tone firm but weary. "Aurora… to be honest, Ive already contacted a real estate agent. Hell find you a nice place. Ill cover all your expenses, but I no longer want you in my house."His words were like a punch to the chest. I felt the hot sting of tears gathering, spilling over before I could stop them.

What!?I gasped, my voice breaking as I choked on the lump in my throat. I struggled to hold myself together, but the pain was unbearable. Is this… is this about Elena? Lucas, why cant you just get over her? She has a fiancé now!My words came out in a pleading whisper, raw and desperate. I could barely see through my tears, but I reached out, my hands trembling as I held onto a last shred of hope. Why… why cant you be with me? Love me, Lucas.

His gaze flickered, but he didnt meet my eyes. He looked away, his jaw clenching, as if trying to suppress any hint of emotion. "Aurora, Im forever grateful to your father for saving me when we were kids. Ill always support you financially if you need it. But theres no future between us."His voice was steady, emotionless, a final nail in the coffin. "I dont want to discuss this again."

With that, he gently but firmly guided me to the door, opening it with a cold finality. Before I could protest, he shut the door behind me. The sound of it closing was deafening, a hard, echoing blow that left me hollow and empty.

The last remnants of hope drained away as I slid down the door, collapsing to the floor in a pool of broken sobs. My whole world had just come crashing down, and all that was left was a fierce, burning pain. If I couldnt have him, then no one would. I wiped away my tears, the sadness hardening into something dark and bitter.

A grim smile crept onto my lips as I took out my phone, my hands still shaking. I dialed a number, waiting as the line connected.

Frederick…I murmured, my voice taking on a tone I barely recognized in myself. I have a job for you.A cold satisfaction settled over me.

No one would take Lucas away from me.