Only his

Ch15

📍 Time: 10:12 PM

📍 Location: Sheard Residence — Upstairs Bedroom

📍 POV: Mixed (Nobody, Karen, Drew)

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Nobody's POV

The Sheard mansion welcomed them in with stillness.

After the arcade, the laughs, the food... and that ring—bold, diamond-heavy, and loud like a threat—the silence now felt louder than everything that had come before it.

Upstairs, the air changed.

Drew opened the door to their bedroom and let Karen walk in first. She didn't notice how he didn't turn on the lights. How he stood in the doorway just watching her like a hunter who had finally brought home his kill.

She slipped into the closet, grabbing nightwear. Something soft and black. Her hands were steady, but her heart wasn't.

He walked to the dresser, pulled out a pair of shorts, but didn't move to change.

Then came his voice.

Low. Smooth. Final.

"Take off your clothes."

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Karen's POV

I turned around slowly, clutching the silk to my chest.

"I don't want you to see me naked."

He didn't flinch. Didn't even blink. Just stood there—brows slightly raised, arms crossed like he was waiting for me to figure out something obvious.

"I'm gonna see you naked when I fuck you anyway, baby."**
His voice was low, like a secret.
"So either you take them off yourself... or I'll do it for you."

He stepped forward one step. Not fast. Just enough to make the air go tight.

"Either way," he continued, "we're getting in that shower together. You got two minutes to decide how you wanna play this."

Two minutes?

I stood there frozen.

His smirk widened.

"Time's ticking."

I swallowed hard. "I told you—I'm not taking off my clothes in front of you. And I'm not showering with you either. I want to be alone."

He tilted his head.

Then came the laugh.

Not joyful.

Not normal.

The kind that made my stomach twist.

He laughed like I had just told him a joke that made him high.

"You think you get privacy from me?" he asked, dark amusement dripping from every word.

Then, fast as lightning, his hand was around my wrist. He pulled me close until our bodies were nearly touching. I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"You think you got a say in anything that happens between us?"

My heart was thudding so hard it felt like I was vibrating from the inside out.

"I let you walk around thinking this was your choice. It's not."

I tried to back away. His grip tightened.

He didn't choke me—but the threat was there.

"Last time I'm gon' say it. Take. That. Sh*t. Off."

I trembled, but I didn't move.