~"The heart always finds more room for love than for the pain it endures."~

The sound of the doorknob twisting could be heard as I took off my earring in front of the mirror that reflected me. Before I could see who had entered, I was met with a familiar presence behind me.

Without a word, he grabbed my small frame from behind and started showering kisses from my neck to my face, ending on my lips.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed, forcefully removing his hands from my body and stepping further away to avoid his kisses.

"And why are you here?" I whisper-shouted, careful to ensure no one hears us.

"Why ask the obvious?" he replied, decreasing the distance between us and grabbing me again, capturing me within his large hands.

"I'm here because you've been avoiding me for the past three days."

No matter how hard I tried to get out of his hold, my attempts failed.

"Do you not miss me like I miss you?"

The woody scent coming from him was intoxicating, just like his presence. His usual black suit rubbed against my pink top and bright blue jeans as he held me firmly.

"Please, get out of here before anybody sees us," I pleaded.

"Why should I?" he asked simply, leaning toward my neck.

Before he could kiss me again, I turned my face away, meeting his disappointed look.

His hands slid down to cup my ass, pressing himself against me.

Before this could lead to something like last time, I pushed him hard, breaking free from his hold for the second time. I took a deep breath before speaking.

"Please leave, Ian," I said calmly.

"No," he said bluntly.

He then lifted me onto his shoulder and dropped me on the bed before climbing on top of me.

"I've had enough of your hide-and-seek games," he said, removing his blazer.

"Now, we'll play the game I want," he added, gripping my neck firmly.

His hands traveled slowly from my neck to the middle of my chest, undoing the buttons of my blouse, then moved to my jeans. He slid them off, leaving my lower body bare. His hands glided over my legs, making me feel every touch, before stopping on my thigh. Leaning closer, he kissed my inner thigh.

Butterflies swarmed in my belly, my mind faltering. My thoughts drifted from what I'd intended, consumed by what he was doing.

I moaned as he slipped his fingers inside my inner walls.

"Look at this," he said, showing me his fingers coated with my fluid. "I'll clean it for you."

He moved his face to my entrance. My belly tightened as I felt his tongue move inside me. I gripped the bedsheets, moaning as he continued.

Shelly's loud laughter outside jolted me back to reality.

Oh no!

We shouldn't be doing this.

"Wait," I whispered, but he didn't stop.

I'd forgotten people were outside. I could hear their voices.

"Wait! There are people outside," I said, trying to push him off.

"So?"

Is he out of his mind?

His friends were outside, and so were mine. They were literally just outside this room while we were here doing this.

They might have heard me moaning.

"Are you serious right now, Ian?" I whispered, panicking.

"I am."

"Ian, this might not be a big deal to you, but it is for me. I don't want anyone knowing what's going on here," I explained. "I don't want them to see us like this. Nor do I want them to know about us"

"Why? What are you so scared of?" he asked, his hands holding me in place.

"You seemed just fine a moment ago," he teased, inserting his fingers again. "Look at her—she wants more."

He rubbed his thumb over my entrance, spreading my juices before inserting his middle finger. My walls tightened around him.

"Am I wrong?" he chuckled.

In no time, his shirt was unbuttoned, his belt was undone, and his pants were unzipped.

His manhood stood on display before me. Wasting no time, he spread my legs and aligned himself with my entrance.

I moaned as he entered me swiftly.

"Oh, fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, thrusting slowly while kneading my breasts.

I bit my lips to stifle my moans as he picked up his pace.

"Ahhh!" I cried out when he pinched my nipple.

"Be quiet, Renae, or they'll hear you," he whispered, teasing. "You wouldn't want that, would you?"

He smirked.

"Wait, I forgot to lock your door," he suddenly said.

"What?!" I panicked, glancing at the door. That meant anyone could walk in on us.

Shelly often barged in without knocking. What if she did it now?

I tried to escape from him inorder to lock the door, but it was futile—he wouldn't let go. I needed to do something about the door.

"Please, let me lock the door," I begged.

Still inside me, he lifted me effortlessly, placing my legs around his waist as he thrust deeper. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable.

"Ian, it's too deep. I can't," I whimpered, gripping his shoulders.

"But your walls are clenching tighter," he whispered.

He moved us to the door, locking it with one hand while holding me with the other. Then, he pressed me harder against him and resumed his movements.

"Ian, I—"

He silenced me with faster thrusts.

Before I could finish my words, I climaxed, gasping for air.

He laid me on the bed, but before I could rest, he flipped me onto all fours.

"Ian, I can't do this anymore," I said, exhausted.

"It'd be unfair if you were the only one satisfied," he said, thrusting into me from behind.

Suddenly, the doorknob twisted.

"Rae!" Shelly's voice called out.

Ian slowed, but didn't stop.

"Rae! What are you doing?"

"Rae! Hello?"

"Yes?" I barely managed to reply.

"Rae!"

"Yes" I replied louder this time.

"Why did you lock the door?"

Think, think, think!

"I'm sleeping!"

"I'm sleeping naked," I repeated.

"Naked? Are you that tired?" she asked.

Ian didn't seem to care about her presence as he entered deeper inside me. I was barely holding back my moan. He was making things difficult for me.

"Yes, I couldn't even change," I lied.

"Okay, sleep well," she said, leaving.

As soon as she was gone, lan gripped my waist tightly, thrusting harder. He groaned increasing his pace. I cried in both pain and pleasure while he continued inside me.

By the time we finished, I was sure I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

He pulled out and he released the hot liquid on the top of my back. I could feel it stickily drip down from my back. I fell on the bed with deep exhaustion.

This isn't right. I shouldn't be doing this.

Just when I thought I had moved on from him, he came barging back into my life—the life I had painstakingly rebuilt on my own, healing the pain I carried for so many years.

And the worst part, I made a mistake. A mistake that made everything more worst.

I slept with him. With today, twice.

Whatever is happening now, I need to put a stop to it. I must end this before I get hurt again.

Everything that happened with him was a mistake.

This is all not right. This shouldn't have happened. And specifically that night shouldn't have happened.

I shall put an end to all of this before I get hurt again.

Ian Logan, what are you doing to me...