Bumping Accident | Englot

Chapter 19

Engfa's POV

It's around 5 in the morning as I make my way back from the club. I haven't changed out of the clothes I wore to Charlotte house, feeling guilty for leaving midway through meeting her dad. I hope I didn't give him a reason to dislike me.

Despite the fatigue, I'm excited about my upcoming date with Charlotte. I consider texting her to see if we can have it tonight, even though it's a bit last minute. I just can't wait.

As I pull into my garage and enter the house, too exhausted to even get anything to eat so I just go straight to my room, I collapse onto my bed without even bothering to change. Sending a quick text to Charlotte to let her know I'm home, I don't expect a reply, given the early hour. But then my phone rings, and it's Charlotte calling.

Answering, I'm greeted with Charlotte's voice immediately. "Hey, why did you get home so late? Have you eaten anything?" she asks, sounding a bit stern.

I can't help but laugh. "The real question is, why are you awake so early?"

"Engfa, answer the question," she insists, her tone a bit intimidating.

"Okay, okay, don't kill me, please. I had to stay a little longer to order more beverages, and I'll eat something when I can drag myself out of bed," I explain.

After a moment of silence, Charlotte sighs. "Cute eyes, are you still there?" I ask.

"I don't like you working so late. I understand it's your club and you have to manage it, but all this work could make you sick," she says, her tone softening.

Now it's my turn to be quiet. It's always been like this—club, late nights, and exhaustion. "I know, beautiful. I'm working on it, I promise," I assure her. "Why are you awake so early, though?"

"Olivia had a bad dream, so she woke me up and asked to sleep with me," she explains.

"Oh no, is she okay?" I inquire, concerned.

"Yeah, she's fine. She's snuggling with the dog pillow thing you got her," she replies, chuckling.

"Can I ask you a question?" I venture.

"Sure," she replies.

"I know I literally asked you out a few hours ago, and it's kind of last minute, but do you want to have the date today?" I ask tentatively.

There's a brief silence that makes me nervous. "Yeah, sure, we can have a movie night, and I can make you food since you haven't eaten," she suggests, melting my heart with her concern.

"Are you sure? We can go out or do something," I offer.

"Yeah, sweetheart, I'm sure. It'll be fun," she reassures me.

"I adore you, Charlotte Austin," I confess, feeling a rush of affection.

"Go to sleep. I'll see you later," she says, and we bid each other goodbyes before hanging up. Snuggling into my pillow, I close my eyes, feeling grateful for someone like Charlotte in my life.

Later, I'm startled awake by a noise downstairs, but I don't think much of it. Then I hear my bedroom door open. Am I dreaming? Slowly pulling the covers from my head, I see Charlotte standing in my room, smiling at me. "Are you real?" I mumble incredulously.

"Why wouldn't I be real?" she teases, smirking.

I quickly check my phone and realize it's 6 PM—I've slept in. How? On one day that I needed to wake up early I didn't.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Char. I thought I set an alarm," I apologize, feeling embarrassed.

She walks up to me and sits down on the bed. "It's okay, sweetheart. I understand," Charlotte reassures me. "No, no, I'm such a bad person to have a crush on. Why do you even like me? I'm really sorry," I continue to ramble.

Charlotte places her hand over my mouth, stopping my self-deprecating chatter. "Everything is fine, Fa. I can go make the food, and in the meanwhile, you can take a shower and get ready," she suggests.

Pouting, I reluctantly agree, and we both get up. After a quick shower and getting ready, I join Charlotte downstairs. "It smells really good in here," I remark as I walk into the kitchen, surprising Charlotte.

"You scared me," she admits, chuckling.

"I'm almost done. We can take everything to the living room and eat there if you want," she suggests.

I help her with the final preparations, and soon we're seated in the living room, enjoying the meal Charlotte prepared—spaghetti. I take the first bite and I can't help but moan a little bit at the taste. From the corner of my eyes I can see Charlotte looking at me.

Charlotte’s POV

"This is so freaking good," Engfa remarked between mouthfuls. I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "When's the last time you actually ate something?" I question.

She looks at me and swallows the food that she has in her mouth. "So how was your day?" She asks which makes me roll my eyes. "Engfa." I say sternly. "The dinner at your house." She mumbles.

"Engfa why?"

"Cute eyes I fell asleep and plus I live off of take out." She says and takes another bite.

I don't want to ruin the date so I just nod and we settled on a movie, and as it progressed, Engfa moved closer, intertwining our fingers. Despite my initial flinch, her warm smile reassured me, and soon we were engrossed in the film, her playful fingers dancing over mine.

As the movie reached its climax, our actions took an unexpected turn, and before I knew it, we were in Engfa's room, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. Perhaps it was the wine emboldening me, or maybe it was just the undeniable chemistry between us.

Engfa's touch was electric as she pressed me against the wall, her kisses sending shivers down my spine. She shoves her tongue in my mouth without warning and deepens the kiss which makes me moan.

I push back from the wall and push her on the bed and straddle her lap. I lean down and trail kisses down to her neck. She quickly flips us and starts kissing me again. And then moves onto my neck which makes me close my eyes.

But amidst the rush of desire, haunting memories resurfaced, threatening to consume me. Images of Liam forcing himself on me flashed before my eyes, overshadowing the present moment. I shake my head trying to get rid of the thoughts but they've already taken over.

"Get off me!" I cried out, my voice trembling as I pushed Engfa away, my heart racing with panic.

I watched in horror as Engfa stumbled backward, her lip now bleeding from the unintentional collision. Guilt washed over me as I realized the extent of my reaction.

"Fuck, Charlotte, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Engfa's concern was palpable, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. I don't think she realized that her lips is bleeding. There's a look of worry and hurt in her eyes that I've never seen before.

I couldn't bring myself to respond, the weight of my past suffocating any words that threatened to escape. Engfa slowly gets up and walks toward me which makes me flinch really hard.

Engfa hesitated for a moment before retreating, and then goes out the door, her footsteps echoing down the stairs. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the silence, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the painful realization of what had just transpired.

Fuck, what just happened, did she leave?