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?"
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Temptress
Romance𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 "From this day forward, I will dedicate my life to avenging my sister's years of misery." ꕥꕥꕥ Sereia Sinclair, a shattered young woman consumed with anger and vengeance has dedicated her life to...