All Yours

XV

SEX SEX SEX!!!!
That was pessimistic girl^^ she stole my phone and decided to write that smh..anyways

AURORA

After sprinting up to my room, I dove under the blankets like a child hiding from monsters, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. Every shadow in the room felt alive, creeping closer with each passing second.

Get a grip, Aurora, I scolded myself. He's not here. He can't be here.

After a few minutes, I peeled the blanket from my face and tried to regulate my breathing. I decided a shower might help wash away the lingering fear clinging to my skin. Besides, I needed to feel refreshed and ready for tomorrow's interview.

The moment I stepped under the scorching hot water, I let out a sigh of relief as it cascaded down my body, soothing my tense muscles. The steam enveloped me like a warm embrace, and for a brief moment, I felt normal again, like the nightmare was just a figment of my imagination.

I scrubbed every inch of my skin as if trying to erase his touch, even though he hadn't laid a hand on me tonight. The memory of his presence, his voice, and his smirk, was enough to make my skin crawl.

After finishing my skincare routine, I checked the time. 1:03 a.m. Dammit. I groaned, knowing my precious beauty sleep was slipping further away.

I padded out of the bathroom, my damp hair leaving droplets of water trailing behind me. Just as I turned toward my bed, a scream clawed its way up my throat, though it came out faint and strangled.

There he was.

Standing at the foot of my bed, his tall frame bathed in the faint moonlight streaming through the curtains. His signature black hoodie and dark jeans clung to him like armor, but tonight, the hood was down, revealing his face in all its smug, infuriating glory.

He tilted his head slightly, a cheeky smile curling his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief and something far more dangerous. My body locked up, frozen under his intense gaze. How the hell did he get in here? Again?

"Miss me?" he asked, his voice low, silky, and taunting.

Before I could scream or throw something at him, he started moving toward me with slow, predatory steps. My fight-or-flight instincts kicked in, and I bolted for the door, my hand barely brushing the handle before his shot out like lightning.

With one powerful motion, he slammed the door shut, his palm pressing it closed with a force that made the wood rattle. The sound echoed in the room, and I flinched at its finality.

My breathing quickened as his arms circled my waist. Panic surged through me as he effortlessly lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing. A startled cry escaped my lips, and in the blink of an eye, I was airborne.

I landed with a muffled thud on the soft mattress, the impact knocking the air out of my lungs. Before I could scramble away, he loomed over me at the edge of the bed, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes scanning me like a predator deciding how best to devour its prey.

"Get the hell out of my house," I snapped, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound firm.

He didn't respond. Instead, he climbed onto the bed with the fluidity of a panther stalking its prey. I tried to retreat, scooting backward until my spine hit the cold, unyielding headboard.

"Stay away from me," I hissed, but the tremor in my voice betrayed me.

Lorenzo's lips curled into a smirk as he leaned closer, his hands bracketing my sides, caging me in. The heat of his body was overwhelming, making it impossible to think straight. I turned my face away, pressing my cheek into the mattress to avoid his penetrating gaze.