Temptress

26|Guilt

Elliot's POV

I gently closed the door as I tried to forget the way how her tear-filled eyes looked at me a second ago.

I'm such an asshole.

But I can't do what we both want.

It's not right.

Olivia married me even though she knew I wouldn't love her.

I have to respect her. I have to respect our marriage because she respects it too.

I have to honour the vows I made to her, even if we are not romantically involved.

And Blake.

What kind of best friend would I be if I did something with the woman he has a thing for?

This is just lust. Pure lust.

I just need to ignore it until it passes.

I need to draw that line again between us.

The bedroom door opened and she wiped her eyes.

She was now dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"I have to go."

I shook my head. "No, it's late in the night. If you're uncomfortable I will go."

Her eyes filled with tears again and she held them back.

A strong one she is.

"No, it's not that," I struggled to say. "I just got a call from the hospital. It's my father."

My eyes widened. "I'll start to pack."

She shook her head. "No, stay. You still have a meeting tomorrow. I'll go to the airport and see if I can catch the next flight to Chicago."

"I'm not letting you go alone," I told her. "I don't care about the meeting."

She looked down. "Elliot, it's fine. I can go alone."

I ignored her.

"Pack your things," I told her as I picked up my phone. "I'm calling the pilot."

She continued to look down.

"Now, Sereia," I ordered.

I was tired of her trying to be humble.

She really thinks I would just let her catch a commercial flight when her father is in the hospital?

"Okay," she muttered before disappearing into the room.

I called the driver and pilot before I returned to the room to pack my things.

The air between us was tense as we silently packed our things.

I mean we were about to do something sexually related only a couple of minutes ago.

Not the best time to have small, useless conversations.

I hate her for how she's tempting me.

It's not her fault that I am extremely attracted to her, but I still hate her.

I'm sure she's no fan of mine after I left her high and dry.

Guilt consumed me as I kept quiet.

I didn't want to hurt her, but I also didn't want to hurt Olivia and Blake.

No matter how I handled the situation, someone would get hurt and I would still feel like shit.

I zipped up my suitcase before standing up. "Ready?"