Temptress

22|Punishing Myself

Sereia's POV

I blink a few times, my eyes adjusting to the light as I slowly wake up.

The room is still and quiet, with only a soft glow filtering through the curtains.

When did I return to my room?

I looked under the white sheets to find myself still in yesterday's outfit.

The curtains suddenly rolled back and I jumped when I saw Elliot standing in front of me with a scowl on his face.

I observed my surroundings some more.

This wasn't my room, it was Elliot's.

I slowly sat up.

Did I crawl into his bed last night?

I probably did.

I was so tired last night. I was trying to review everything before he woke up.

"Morning," I smiled even though my face probably looked like shit.

The scowl remained on his face and I had feared he found the photo I took of us.

"Why didn't you return to your room last night?" he angrily asked. "I found you hunched over a folder with a pen in your hand."

He brought me to his bed.

"I'm sorry," I innocently smiled. "I just wanted to finish everything. You shouldn't have to be doing these."

He sighed out of frustration and he grabbed his water bottle and painkillers.

"Ugh, I can't even argue with you right now," he said angrily as he took the pills. "My head is killing me and I can't remember shit from last night."

I remembered everything.

I remembered the way how he pulled me on top of him, the things he said, and did to me. I remember it all.

I remembered how wet I got that I couldn't fully concentrate for an hour afterwards.

"So you don't remember anything?" I asked.

I wanted him to remember.

I wanted him to make me feel like that again. I wanted to see that side of him again.

I liked the rush of it all. I got to feel something again that didn't involve taking drugs.

"No," he sighed as he put on his tie. "I'm an idiot for drinking that much when I knew I had a meeting in the morning."

Why couldn't he remember? Am I not someone to remember?

"Is there something I should remember?" he asked as he put on his jacket.

I smiled. "Other than me being the best employee? No."

He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me one of his gentle smiles. "Thank you."

I tried not to concentrate on the fact that his large, warm hands, which were exploring my thighs last night, were now on my shoulders.

He removed his hand and every fibre in my body begged him to put it back. 

Why the hell was my body acting so needy? It's disgusting.

I hate this. I should hate him.

The husband of my enemy is also my enemy.

"Get yourself a nice breakfast, yeah?" he said as he put on his watch. "Just put it on my card, it's on the table over there."

"How haven't you been named the best employer of the century?" I smiled and he smiled with me.