𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓

ELENA

Alcohol enters my body and now I know why people are so addicted to it. I don't hesitate before taking one. Two. Five more shots. I'm crazy right now and I love the feeling.

As the alcohol courses through my veins, I can feel my inhibitions slipping away, replaced by a rush of exhilaration and freedom. I don't hold back as I reach for another shot, then another, and another. The world spins around me, but I'm too caught up in the moment to care. This feeling of recklessness and abandon is intoxicating, and I revel in it without hesitation.

With each sip, I lose myself in the chaos of the party, surrounded by flashing lights and pounding music. The laughter of friends and the blur of faces merge into a kaleidoscope of sensations, heightening my senses and amplifying the thrill of the night.

In this moment, I'm alive in a way I've never felt before, embracing the wildness and spontaneity of youth with abandon. The allure of the unknown beckons me forward, and I surrender to its irresistible pull, eager to explore the depths of my own desires and impulses.

As the night wears on, I find myself craving more, chasing the high that comes with each shot and each reckless decision. In this haze of euphoria, I'm invincible, untethered from the constraints of reality and free to embrace the chaos within. And as I raise my glass once more, I know that this feeling, this rush of adrenaline and liberation, is something I'll never forget.

"Do we have to go right now? I saw handsome guys who asked me to be a little naughty for them." I explain as Jeremiah is carrying me bridal style.

 "No, Elle, I'm sorry but we have to go now." My cousin explains. 

"but what about the guys?" I ask concerned. 

"They're getting punched by Alex and the others." I pout and continue ranting about the night. 

"Oh and a guy was like 'let's make love' and I told him that I'm not some kind of a constructer to make something so ask someone who's building stuff, they can help" I explain, enjoying the car ride. 

"Such pervs" I hear Jeremiah mutter. 

"Wait, Where's Summer and Olivia?" I ask him. 

"Andrew and Atlas are getting them home soon, they got lost and I had to take you so I didn't have time to find them."

We finally reach the front porch and I suddenly can't walk straight. "I don't want to sleep." I tell Jeremiah as he drops me to my room but looks like he's not taking no as an answer. He's so strict. Pfft. I'm never going to be like him.

I'm staring at the ceiling. I'm bored. It's time to have some fun.

ZADE

I hear knocks on my door and that disturbs me from my paperwork. I tell whoever is out the door to come in. What is she doing here? She looks sleepy and tired. "You should have came tonight. It was so fun" Elena says, stressing on the 'so' as she comes closer to me.

 "I had work" I tell her, unknown what explanation to say. 

"Is work more important than me, Zade? I just turned 1,2,3" she starts counting her age on her fingers. "Who cares about my age? I'm not wasting any time on counting, right, I mean that's what babies do." 

She keeps pushing me, her hands on my chest, until I fall on the sofa. She sits on my lap and starts undressing her self. 

"Elena-" I grunt. 

"No, Zade. I want you right now, I don't give a damn if you don't want me back" she says exposing her naked body. So gorgeous. So mine. 

"Elena this is wrong" I tell her. It takes all of my power to stop my self from pinning her on the sofa and eating her raw. 

"Please, Zade" She pleads but I know what's right.

 "You're tired" I tell her as I gently pull her up and carry her to her room. 

"Zade, what if someone sees me like this?" She asks. 

"No one's home" I reply. 

"What about Jeremiah?" She questions again.

"He's sleeping" I reassure her. I look straight, trying so hard not to look at the body in my arms. I open her door and gently place her on the bed. "Go to sleep, Butterfly"

Just as I am about to leave, She asks "Can you put me to sleep?" 

"You're not with any clothes on. I don't think this is appropriate." I reply. 

"So? Who cares? Can you not put me to sleep? After all, I can't sleep" she tries to convinces me but fails. I want my best moments with her when she's not drunk. I don't want to make a mistake. 

"good night, Elena."

As I retreat to my bed, Elena's bold advances linger in my thoughts, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me. The intensity of her desire, fueled by alcohol, leaves me grappling with uncertainty. Was her longing for me genuine, or merely a fleeting impulse of the moment?

Despite the undeniable attraction that pulses between us, I find myself anchored by a steadfast commitment to honor Elena's dignity and well-being above all else. Surrendering to our desires in her current state would betray the trust and respect that form the foundation of our connection.

As I lie in the quiet of my room, the weight of responsibility weighs heavily on my shoulders. I know that safeguarding Elena's vulnerability is paramount, even if it means sacrificing the chance for immediate gratification. Though every fiber of my being longs to reciprocate her advances, I understand that true love requires patience, restraint, and above all, a deep-seated respect for each other's boundaries.

With a heavy heart, I resign myself to the solitude of my thoughts, hoping that Elena will come to understand the depth of my feelings when the haze of intoxication clears. In the meantime, I'll stand guard over her slumber, silently promising to protect her from harm, even if it means denying the fervent desires that pulse within me.