Soren winks. “I’m into pain, though, if I’m the one inflicting it.”
“I know. I quite literally witnessed you spank Ellie.”
“Jealous?”
My eyes nearly jump out of my sockets. “Pardon? Jealous of what?”
“Of the fact that it wasn’t you who was getting spanked?”
“You’re fucking insane, Soren.”
He freezes. Then, he slowly pulls away, taking a small step back. He’s looking at me with narrowed brows, giving me a good look-over, from head to toe, a couple of times.
“That is the first time you’ve called me by my name in years.”
I blink. “And?”
“And… don’t do it again.”
“Oh, I’ll continue calling you by your name just to piss you off. Do you hate your name? Does it fall under the same category as when I call you a bastard?”
His jaw clenches. “I’ll break your nose again, Sloane.”
“Try me, Soren.”
When his name slips my lips, I take a small glance down. It’s as though some higher power has forced me to do it, and for a moment, I cannot breathe. Air won’t enter my lungs, and time seems to freeze, surrounding us with a tension so thick that a knife could pierce right through it.
Because I see his cock twitch in his sweatpants, and in an instant, he’s as hard as a rock.
???
I should’ve brought more clothes — more sleepwear. Since I thought I’d be all alone, I brought the usual things I wear. A set of silk shorts and a tank top. It’s thin, in a light shade of pink. The shorts have a small bow on the waistband, and the tank top has two small bows on each strap. The only issue is that my chest is on the bigger side, and the top doesn’t cover a damn thing. He’ll think I chose to wear this for him.
A groan comes from me, and I sit on the floor of the bathroom, trying to figure out my next move. There’s no extra bed, and none of the staff are awake for me to ask for an extra bed or even just a mattress. Meaning, we’ll have to squeeze together in a bed that’s designed for one person.
I run my fingers through my hair, standing up and pacing back and forth in the small bathroom. My hair falls down my waist in loose waves, and right now when I’m not supposed to look good, I look extremely hot.
“Relax, Soph,” I mutter. “He’d rather die than actually try touching you.”
That’s what I’d like to believe.
However, he already did. He bit my lip hard enough to draw blood and cause it to bruise. Although it wasn’t a kiss, it was too physical, too intimate to have his lips on mine. Add that to the fact that his cock came to life after I did something as simple as call him by his name, and I’m fucking done for.
My phone’s on the kitchen counter, charging. I don’t have anything else on me except the dirty clothes I took off beforeshowering, a small bag to put them in, and my toiletries. There’s no way out except to face Soren.
With a deep breath, I look at myself in the mirror, nodding.
“You’ve got this, Soph.”
My mind wants to overthink, as per usual. However, I manage to shove all thoughts to the back of my head and take a moment to calm myself, before exiting the bathroom. Soren’s nowhere to be found in the common area, and dread fills me when I reach for the door of the bedroom.
Before I can back down and try to talk myself out of this, I push the door open. My smile is instant, because he’s not here, either. I don’t bother turning the lights on and immediately head for the bed. The slippers come off, and I’m under the covers in record time, snuggling the covers, pulling them up to my neck.
The bastard can sleep on the floor for all I care.
I close my eyes, trying and forcing myself to fall asleep before he gets here, but it’s futile. I hear his footsteps, and he’s silent. It takes me a moment to realize he’s reached the bed, and I don’t dare to turn around and face him.
More than anything, I’m confused.
