Sereia's POV
I blink a few times, my eyes adjusting to the light as I slowly wake up.
The room is still and quiet, with only a soft glow filtering through the curtains.
When did I return to my room?
I looked under the white sheets to find myself still in yesterday's outfit.
The curtains suddenly rolled back and I jumped when I saw Elliot standing in front of me with a scowl on his face.
I observed my surroundings some more.
This wasn't my room, it was Elliot's.
I slowly sat up.
Did I crawl into his bed last night?
I probably did.
I was so tired last night. I was trying to review everything before he woke up.
"Morning," I smiled even though my face probably looked like shit.
The scowl remained on his face and I had feared he found the photo I took of us.
"Why didn't you return to your room last night?" he angrily asked. "I found you hunched over a folder with a pen in your hand."
He brought me to his bed.
"I'm sorry," I innocently smiled. "I just wanted to finish everything. You shouldn't have to be doing these."
He sighed out of frustration and he grabbed his water bottle and painkillers.
"Ugh, I can't even argue with you right now," he said angrily as he took the pills. "My head is killing me and I can't remember shit from last night."
I remembered everything.
I remembered the way how he pulled me on top of him, the things he said, and did to me. I remember it all.
I remembered how wet I got that I couldn't fully concentrate for an hour afterwards.
"So you don't remember anything?" I asked.
I wanted him to remember.
I wanted him to make me feel like that again. I wanted to see that side of him again.
I liked the rush of it all. I got to feel something again that didn't involve taking drugs.
"No," he sighed as he put on his tie. "I'm an idiot for drinking that much when I knew I had a meeting in the morning."
Why couldn't he remember? Am I not someone to remember?
"Is there something I should remember?" he asked as he put on his jacket.
I smiled. "Other than me being the best employee? No."
He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me one of his gentle smiles. "Thank you."
I tried not to concentrate on the fact that his large, warm hands, which were exploring my thighs last night, were now on my shoulders.
He removed his hand and every fibre in my body begged him to put it back.
Why the hell was my body acting so needy? It's disgusting.
I hate this. I should hate him.
The husband of my enemy is also my enemy.
"Get yourself a nice breakfast, yeah?" he said as he put on his watch. "Just put it on my card, it's on the table over there."
"How haven't you been named the best employer of the century?" I smiled and he smiled with me.
"The games have been ridged from the beginning."
He picked up his cologne before he sprayed it on his slightly tilted neck.
Soon enough the whole room smelt like him.
I curled my fingers tightly in the bedsheets as I felt my body wanting to submit to his scent.
"I'll see you later, okay?" he said as he pushed his phone in his back pocket. "Oh, there's one more thing I forgot."
My heart raced as he began walking towards me.
When he reached, he leaned forward as he stretched his hands towards my thighs.
Does he remember now?
His hands slightly brushed against my right thigh and I swear I bit my lip so hard that I cut it.
The area between my legs throbbed as I felt my wetness run.
Why is he doing this to me? It's supposed to be the other way around.
He picked up the charger beside me and moved away. "I can't believe I forgot to charge my phone."
My cheeks burned with the sting of embarrassment.
"See ya," he simply said as he walked out looking at his phone.
An overwhelming feeling of guilt hit me.
Violet is going to hate me.
...
Curled into a ball, I let the tears flow freely.
I was currently on my room's floor in complete darkness.
The dark scares me.
Whether it's because I can't see what lurks around me or the fact the my sister died in the dark, I don't know.
I just wanted to get high and forget about everything.
I deserved to be punished for my selfishness.
I deserved to suffer in the dark.
How could I let such thoughts linger in my mind and arouse my body?
He is my target. I need to hate him.
I curled myself in tighter.
I didn't know how many hours had passed, but I knew that I had been here for a long time.
As soon as he left, I ran right back to my room. I didn't finish reviewing the statements and I certainly did not get the 'nice breakfast' he told me to get.
Every torturous second, my mind kept running back to him.
Has his meeting finished? Did he suddenly remember what happened last night? What is he doing?
Ugh, I need to get him out of my mind!
I hate my mind.
It runs 24/7 when I never asked it to.
It's spiteful. It only thinks of the things I want to avoid.
Three firm knocks on the door echoed through the room, followed by his voice. "Sereia?"
I muffled my crying to keep the room silent.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I closed my eyes as I squeezed myself the tightest I ever had.
"Do you want me to open the door, sir?" a woman's voice asked and there was silence for a minute.
Soon enough the door opened and the lights switched on.
"Sereia," I heard his voice say and I burst into tears as I hid my face.
"I'll leave you two," the woman's voice whispered before I heard the door shut.
He kept quiet for a moment and I wished that he would just go away like that lady.
I suddenly felt his hand on me before he lifted me into a hug.
He didn't ask any questions, he just hugged me.
I let all the self-hatred I had for myself escape me in the form of tears.
He slowly rubbed my back as I did so.
When I didn't have any tears left to cry, I pulled away from him.
His soft eyes were there to greet me with comfort.
He smiled slightly as he used his thumbs to wipe my tears away.
"You know Teddy also takes away tears too," he said and I laughed.
He pulled me into a hug again, and I fit against him like a missing piece of a puzzle.
I closed my eyes as my head rested against his warm chest.
His warmth seeped through the fabric of my clothes, a soothing contrast to the chill that had settled in my bones.
He was my boss and the husband of my enemy, yet I felt so close to him.
"You know you can talk to me anytime you need to, right?" he asked in his gentle tone.
Here comes the pity party I've been running from my whole life.
"You don't need to be doing this," he said.
"Yes, I do," I replied firmly. "I need to be punished. I need to punish myself."
He sighed as his arms gripped firmer around me. "No, you don't."
"You don't know me."
"I don't," he agreed. "But that doesn't mean you should be torturing yourself in the dark. No one needs to do that, no matter who they are."
His words will change when I'm done with him.
He would probably be the one to lock me in a dark room.
We finally released from our hug.
He positioned his fingers at the corners of my mouth and forced them upwards.
He smiled. "There's that beautiful smile of yours."
I watched him until a natural smile appeared on my face.
"Promise me that you won't do this again."
I stayed as I looked down.
He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up. "Promise."
I stayed quiet.
"If anything happens you can come to me," he reassured me. "Just promise me."
I continued to hold my silence but he gave me a stern look.
"I promise," I submitted to his demand and he pulled me into another hug.