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I continued reading through the chat…
Amorris: What about you Olive?
That was weird. Vincent had added me to the group chat because he couldn’t just ‘leave his girlfriend out, but I rarely texted in it. I never really hung out with his friends either, so it was just as rare for someone to mention me directly.
Vincent put his chin on my shoulder and grumbled, “Didn’t know you two were so friendly. He even asked you
specifically!” His arm snaked around my waist, and I felt his fingers scratch at me through the fabric of my shirt. My stomach turned.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I sighed and moved his hand away. from my phone.
itsOlive: i’ll go with vincent
Then the group continued texting amongst themselves, but Emily was notably silent.
Before I could close it, the messenger app lit up: New conversation with A…
Thank G*d I’d deleted my old messages from Aaron.
Vincent instantly perked up beside me,” Ooh… Who’s that?”
I pulled my phone away and looked at him, “What?”
He rolled over onto me and pinned me underneath him. Then he smiled and asked, “Is it some admirer I don’t know about?” I felt his hips grind into me slightly, and his eyes were half- lidded with temptation. Staring up at him, I felt nothing.
“Oh, so you can have a mistress, but I’m not allowed to have a lover?”
His eyes seemed panicked for a split second, but he quickly regained his composure. “A mistress? Are you just mad I haven’t been around to feed you?”
With that, his hand slipped past the hem of my short nightgown and slithered up to my hip. It squeezed
uncomfortably as he put his fingers between me and the bed.
The thick skin of his palms was a little rough, but it always used to make me feel safe. Now, the instant his hand touched my skin, I thought back to the night he f*cked Emily in the hotel room right beside
Aaron’s.
I wished it was his hand on me…
But I didn’t stop Vincent’s advances. Maybe my time with Aaron had cured my usual sex aversion. Maybe I could even o*gasm with Vincent. If I slept with him more-gave him what he wanted-he’d give up on Emily and be all mine again.
Then I could rip that away from him, too.
I watched his eyebrows twitch slightly as he shifted above me. He was already shirtless. He was still fit, but maybe he’d been too caught up with work lately because his abs weren’t as defined as they used to be. He narrowed his eyes and leaned down slowly. The mattress sunk under his elbows at my sides as his hands trailed up to my chest.
I didn’t move. His hands made awkward tents in my nightgown as they pawed at my breasts, but still, I didn’t respond. Vincent was much more excited than I was. At my lack of protest, he eagerly pulled the hem of my camisole up to my waist.
“You’re so beautiful, babe… You’re always so beautiful,” he breathed, but his compliments sounded so far away.
My body shivered as the open air chilled my exposed skin. A kiss at my collarbone was followed by Vincent’s hands kneading my breasts. I felt his d*ck grow bigger as it hardened, and it pressed harshly against me through my underwear.
I felt nothing.
Looking up, I asked, “Do you love me?”
“Love you…? Of course I love you, babe.” He licked and sucked at my nipple, and I felt disgusted. A wave of nausea rolled through me as I gripped the sheets.
“Only me?” I added, but I didn’t know what I wanted to hear. I was already underneath him now.
“Only you, Olive.”
My heartstrings twisted. In a matter of seconds, my breathing became short and I pushed Vincent away before dashing to the bathroom. I collapsed onto my knees as I retched. Eventually, Vincent followed me, patted me on the back, and asked what was wrong..
“I think the sandwich I had earlier was bad… I made it yesterday morning.” I couldn’t help smirking, but at least I wasn’t facing him. What I really wanted to say was that the idea of sex with him made me sick.
“Okay… Are you alright? Did you still…” He trailed off as he hinted hesitantly. He didn’t give up, did he?
“I think I should just sleep it off. Could you get me some water?”
“Yeah, I can do that. And I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow.” He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving, and I glared at his back as he went.
Having drank the water, I climbed back into bed. I turned my back to him and said, “You should rest, too. You have work in the morning.”
Vincent didn’t say anything. He turned away as well, already used to me avoiding his touch in bed, and was snoring softly after a while.
Once I was sure he was asleep, I ducked under the covers with my phone.
Aaron had messaged me half an hour ago, after all.
Amorris: Don’t worry about bringing me a gift
itsOlive: really? i was thinking of sending you a real beauty…
Amorris: If it looks exactly like you I’ll take it
itsOlive: then i’ll wrap myself nice and pretty for you
Amorris: Aww
Amorris: But all I want is a kiss
He was such a flirt that I couldn’t stand it. I was trying to start a more steamy conversation, but he had to go and make it wholesome and innocent. What was with this guy and kissing?
Oh, but my heart flutters at the memory of how he kissed me at the gala…
Amorris: Get some sleep cutie
Amorris: I’ll see you next week <3
And just like that, a week flew by.
Vincent came to pick me up from campus on the afternoon of Aaron’s birthday. He was on the phone when I got in the car, and he sounded impatient. “I know there’s a detour, but it’s already rush hour. We’ll get caught in traffic.”
It was immediately obvious that he was talking to Emily, but I was m*ntally prepared for it. I buckled my seatbelt and sat back. I feigned nonchalance while I eavesdropped.
In my peripheral, I saw Vincent’s brow furrow. His tone soured, “Yes, I’m picking up my girlfriend. Call a taxi or something.”