Imperfect match ~ Olum

Chapter 3

Owen Roelofs' Point of View

29th September 2023

TW: Swearwords

"Hah, as if that had ever happened!" I laughed at what he had just told me. He slowly turned his head to look at me. He looked honest, but I didn't believe him. I obviously assumed it was a lie, but slowly realised by the expression on his face that it wasn't. "You are kidding. Right?" I asked, starting to feel a bit unsure if he was telling the truth or not. There's absolutely no way that that actually happened...right? He sighed and looked away from me again. "Right?" I asked again, feeling uneasy by the fact that he hadn't just admitted that he was lying. "It's a couple of years ago by now, but it's still burned into my memories... Heh... burned..." he spoke quietly, looking honestly hurt and guilty. I stayef quiet, really not believing it. "Are you seriously telling me that it's your fault that two people died?" I asked, feeling really confused, and worried for the fact that he was even telling ME about this. I've treated him terribly so far, yet he's telling me this. And to be honest, it feels more like a type of a vent to me about it, and not like a way to tell me to be scared of him. I slowly leaned my head on his shoulder, gently placing my hand on his chest. I felt my heart starting to beat faster as I did so. What are these feelings...? Am I seriously in love with this guy? This annoying motherfucker? I hate him! Why would I...? His shirt was loose, and I tugged down on it a bit. He pushed me roughly away, taking his shirt off, then mine. And then he pulled me back on him. He knew exactly what I wanted at that moment, and didn't even think twice. I let out a quiet moan, something in me just wanting him to do something to me. He grinned, placing a hand on my waist, and the other grabbing my hand and pushing me down on the couch. Without any words exchanged, he pressed his lips up against the skin on my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him continue, but also wanting him to go further. Wait... why would I ever want that. My eyes widened and I tried pushing him off. He let go of me with a smug yet questioning expression on his face. "Can't take more than that?" he asked, winking at me, also slowly moving his hand down on my hip. I gulped, feeling very mixed emotions about this. 'Cause one side of me wanted to moan 'Yes daddy', but I have pride and would NEVER let a person such as myself fall so low. So I need to get out of this. I blushed, pushing him off me and getting up from the couch. "What the fuck is the matter with you? One second you want me to fuck you, the next you wish I was dead." he said with a laugh, putting his shirt back on in the process. I groaned, rolled my eyes, and shook my head. "What's on your mind? If you have something to say to me, say it!" he said with a sarcastic laugh. "I only have three things to say to you." I said, feeling super pissed off all of a sudden. "Go on then." he said, crossing his arms. "Fuck you. Go fuck yourself. And stay the fuck away from me!" I shouted at him, running up the stairs and locking myself in the guest room.