Talking Body 18+ | Lorenzo Berkshire

Chapter 2

Ava walked down the corridor, stomach content after a hearty dinner in the Great Hall. The aroma of roast chicken and mashed potatoes still lingered in her mind, making her mouth water even though she wasn't hungry anymore. She couldn't wait to crawl into bed, pull the covers over her head, and lose herself in a good book.

As she approached her dorm, Ava noticed something odd on her bed. A small, black box lay perched atop her duvet. Curiosity piqued, she hastened her steps and reached for the mysterious package. She read the sign above it.

'Such a tease.'

Heart racing, she flipped open the lid to reveal its contents. Inside lay a pair of lacy black panties—the very same ones she had left at Lorenzo's house after their one-night stand. Ava's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and confusion. How had they ended up here? And who had put them in this box?

Deep down, Ava knew the truth. It could only be Lorenzo. He was the only one who knew about their night together.

Frustration mingled with embarrassment and rage as Ava scrunches the panty in her grasp. With a heavy sigh, Ava tucked the box under her arm and sank onto her bed. She couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that gnawed at her stomach.

As she lay there, lost in thought, Ava couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. Regret for the impulsive decision that had led her to Lorenzo's bed, and regret for the tangled mess it had created. But amidst the chaos of emotions, one thing was clear—she needed to confront Lorenzo and put an end to this madness once and for all.

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Ava West

The morning light filtered through the stained glass windows of the Great Hall, casting a warm glow over the Slytherin table where Me, Sage and my boyfriend sat. I picked at my breakfast, trying to muster the courage to face what lay ahead.

With a shaky breath, I excused myself from the table, ignoring the concerned looks from Sage and the curious gaze of my boyfriend. "Where are you going? You haven't finished eating." Damian grabs my hand, rubbing it with his thumb.

"I'm not really hungry."

He furrows his eyebrows. "Are you sure? You barely touched your breakfast."

I give him a peck on the cheeks. "Positive. I have to grab some stuff before I head to Ancient Runes anyway." I turn to Sage, giving her a smile. "I'll see you later." She smiles back, giving me a nod.

As I made my way out of the Great Hall, my heart pounded in my chest, echoing the rhythm of my footsteps.

I navigated the winding corridors of Hogwarts, slipping back inside the Slytherin common room, my mind consumed with thoughts of Lorenzo—my enemy, my mistake. His room loomed ahead, a daunting reminder of the confrontation that awaited me.

Bracing myself, I knocked on the door, steeling my nerves for what was to come. The door creaked open, revealing Lorenzo lounging on his bed, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I assume you received my gift?" he sneered, his tone dripping with distaste.

I squared my shoulders, refusing to let his arrogance intimidate me. "We need to talk," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me.

His smirk faltered, replaced by a look of surprise. "About what?" he replied, feigning innocence.

I didn't have time for his games. "You know damn well what," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. "That night."

His expression darkened. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I remember it well."

I took a step closer, my hands trembling with anger. "Listen to me, Berkshire," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You need to keep this between us. My boyfriend can never know."

A sinister smile spread across his face, sending a chill down my spine. "And what if I don't?" he taunted, his words dripping with malice.

I clench my jaw. "It won't be good for you. Everyone will know that you slept with a mudblood," I warned, my voice laced with desperation.

But Lorenzo only laughed, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, West," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realized that I was in far deeper than I had ever imagined. Lorenzo held all the power, and I was at his mercy.

But as I stared into his cold, calculating eyes, a fire ignited within me. I may have made a mistake, but I refused to let it define me.

"That night was a bloody mistake!" I burst out.

He climbs out the bed, making slow strides towards me. I back away, matching his movements. I continue to retreat until my back hit the closet. He place his hands on both sides, trapping me. "Did you like it?" He quietly ask.

"W-What?"

"I said," He leans closer. "Did you like the way I fucked you?"

I softly gasp at his words. It's like my breath has been taken away with one simple question. How dare he. "I was drunk. I don't remember any of it." I seethe.

"Don't lie to me, West." He grumbled.

I did in fact remember. How he touched me. How it felt when he was inside of me. And I hated every single bit of it.

I try to push him off but he grabs both of my wrists, pinning it on the side of my head. I wince at the impact of my knuckles on the wooden closet.

He lowers his lips, leveling it at my ear. His breath tickling the side of my neck. "You disgust me." My face contorts in disbelief. He pulls back, dropping my hands harshly as he withdraws his grip.

"Get out." He said in a low voice.

My mind felt foggy so it took me a minute to process what he said. "Get the fuck out!" He repeats, raising his voice this time. I scurry out of the room, slamming the door shut.

What the fuck just happened?