Temptress

36|The One

Elliot's POV

T W O  D A Y S  L A T E R

I stood at my office window, 60 floors high above the city.

My eyes burned with anger as I looked over the endless sea of buildings.

Everything was just pissing me off.

Every time she stops speaking to me it pisses me off.

I'm trying to do the right thing here by resisting her, but she makes it so hard.

I put the glass of bourbon to my mouth as I watched the heavy traffic below me.

To make things worse, my inlaws were still at home begging me to have sex with their daughter.

AND my parents were here singing the same tune with them.

Why me?

I chugged down the liquor before pouring myself some more.

Why can't she just try to understand my side for once?

I can't cross any more lines with her or I'll never come back.

My phone went off and I quickly grabbed it to see if she texted me.

It was just a notification that my stocks went up.

I immediately flung my phone across the room out of rage.

We don't even have each other's number.

Why didn't I just ask for her number? I should've.

This was pissing me off even more.

I grabbed my glass and drank again.

The door opened and I clenched my jaw knowing exactly who it was.

"What was so important that I had you come here all the way from Paris?" he whined. "I was in bed with three girls when you called."

My hands curled into fists, and his voice plus the city's distant hum only fueled my fury.

"I'm only going to ask you this once," I started giving him the chance to redeem himself. "Did you really have sex with Sereia?"

My back was still turned to him, but I could imagine the look of shock on his face.

"Elliot, where is this coming from?" he asked.

"Answer me!" I snapped.

My temper was too short right now to play around.

I'm usually a calm and collected man, but this woman is driving me insane.

I'm not worth it.

Her ignorant sentence repeated itself in my mind.

Not worth it?

How can she think such a thing?

If anyone in this world is worth it, it is her.

"Did she tell you otherwise?" my best friend of twenty years asked. "We did and if she says otherwise she is probably just embarrassed for being the slut she is."

Twenty years of friendship and he easily lied through his teeth.

It makes me wonder what else he lied to me about.

I turned around and raised my eyebrow to see if I understood correctly. "What did you just call her?"

"A slut," he answered. "Opened her legs right in front of me and begged me. You should consider the people you hire more carefully. I suggest you fire her."