SELENE POV
I furrow my brows as I catch sight of Elijah staring at Freya with a blank expression on his face.
It somehow irritates me, the way he's looking at her.
On the other hand, Freya's face turns pale as she slightly jerks her hand away from mine, and I let it go when I feel Megan glaring at me.
Not that I was scared or anything.
If Freya finds out he's the guy he hit, she'll want to leave, and I don't want that to happen.
Let's hope Elijah stays quiet and Megan too.
I clear my throat to get his attention and give him a smile.
"Where were you?" Megan asks, looking between me and Freya.
A nervous smile appears on Freya's face.
"Ocean wanted to go outside, so we took him to the nearby park," Freya explains, trying to fill the air. Megan's eyes narrow at her.
Megan turns her head towards me, completely ignoring Freya's presence, and gives me a tight smile.
Jealousy coats her face and words as she speaks.
"Well, Elijah was getting bored and he wanted to see you, so," she says, glancing towards Elijah who nervously smiles at me.
It's not like they've come for the first time, but everything just feels so awkward right now.
"Of course, I'm glad," I reply. "Let's get inside."
I look at Freya, who is still lost in her thoughts, and nudge her shoulder.
She looks at me, and I motion for her to go inside.
She hurriedly moves inside, opening the door for others to enter.
As I enter inside, Megan speaks up, "I want to talk to you."
She walks towards my room, and I turn around to look at Freya.
Standing beside her is Elijah.
Anger rushes through me as I see both of them standing together.
"Make yourself at home, Elijah," I say to him, giving him a tight smile, before turning my attention to Freya.
"You can go to sleep if you want. It's kind of late for you," I tell her, and she nods her head.
Without looking at them, I turn around and walk to my room.
As I enter, Megan looks at me, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What do you want to talk about?" I ask as I close the door behind me.
"So you have no idea what I want to talk about?" she says, stepping closer to me.
"I honestly have no clue," I reply.
"And you have no idea that you were in her room while she was naked?" she continues, causing me to roll my eyes.
"I didn't know she was naked when I entered her room. You showed up the moment I stepped inside."
"Not to mention the door was closed, and you opened it yourself," she adds, leaving me in disbelief.
"Look, Megan, if I wanted to hide, I wouldn't have opened the door. Can you please stop talking? I'm really tired and just want to sleep," I say, making my way to the bed and sitting on it.
"What were you doing in her room in the first place? That bitch was trying to seduce you, and you don't see a problem?" she says, her voice filled with jealousy and anger.
Grabbing her shirt, I pull her closer to me and look up at her.
"Keep your voice down," I say, wrapping my fingers around her neck and pulling her down to her knees, which she obliges.
"Remember one thing, you can't tell me what to do," I whisper near her ear, tightening my grip on her neck and pressing her face against my mouth.
"But—" she tries to speak, but I cut her off by biting her ear, causing a moan to escape her lips as I smirk.
My hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head up as she looks at me.
So weak, so naive.
"Don't think about it," I say, brushing my thumb against her lower lip.
I take her into a deep kiss, biting her lip hard as my hand tightens in her hair.
I suck on her tongue, pulling her closer to me.
Her breath hitches as she pats my chest, signaling for me to give her room to breathe, but I continue playing with her tongue, nipping it hard.
When it becomes too difficult for her to breathe, I let go of her, and she falls to the floor. Audibly panting, her eyes glazed as she looks up at me.
A smirk appears on my face as I look down at her, knowing she won't question me again.
Women love attention!
I get up, making my way to the door and leaving the room.
As I step into the hallway, I notice it's empty.
Heading towards the kitchen, I freeze at the sight in front of me.
Freya is leaning against the kitchen island, a rosy hue on her cheeks as Elijah gazes down at her.
She never blushed for me.
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