DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

CHAPTER 7: Seduction

Dave's fingers tightened around her wrist, pulling her toward him, his grip firm but not painful. Patricia's breath caught in her throat as their faces were just inches apart.

The warmth of his body pressed against hers, a silent invitation she wasn't sure she was ready to accept. His gaze was intense, dark with an unspoken desire that both terrified and enticed her.

"You don't have to think. Just feel"

Dave whispered, his voice so low it sent a shiver through her spine.

Patricia's heart hammered in her chest as she tried to pull away, but Dave's hand remained on her wrist, holding her gently in place.

She murmured, her voice trembling as she tried to regain control of the situation.

"I can't-"

But he was persistent, his grip not letting go.

"Don't think about him"

He urged, his words slow and deliberate.

Patricia's eyes flickered between his, unsure of what to do, her body betraying her as she found herself drawn to him despite the warning bells going off in her mind.

The space between them felt impossibly small, and she couldn't deny the rush of feelings that swept over her-confusion, longing, desire, and fear all mixed into one.

Dave stepped closer, and Patricia's breath hitched, her body almost instinctively stepping back, but he was right there with her, his presence suffocating and magnetic.

"I know, you want this, Patricia"

He said, he shows his big d*ck so harder.

"Patricia, feel my dick it's beating for you."

Dave holds Patricia's hand. He put it into his short.

"You're blushing Patricia. Aren't you going to hold it?"

Dave in his lustful and flirticious move.

Patricia bit her lip, her mind spinning.

"I don't, I can't.."

She couldn't find the words, the fear in her chest making it hard to breathe. But even as she said that, she couldn't deny the way her pulse raced, the way her body ached for something she couldn't even explain. She wanted to pull away, but she didn't. She didn't move. She didn't stop him.

"Dave..."

She whispered, her voice barely audible, and he leaned in even closer, his lips just barely grazing her skin.

Dave's eyes never left hers, his gaze intense, like he could see every fear, every hesitation.

"You don't have to think, Patricia. Just enjoy yourself with me."

He whispered, his voice soft but firm, drawing her in.

"Again, just feel it. That's worth it."

She swallowed hard, the words sinking into her like a weight she couldn't escape.

"Dave, I'm with Jordan.. you are his bestfriend and this isn't-"

She said, her voice shaky.

"I know..

He interrupted, his voice gentle but insistent.

..but we're not talking about him. We're talking about us. I know you've been wanting to have sex with me for a long time."

Patricia closed her eyes, the conflict inside her growing with each passing second. She had always done the right thing, always put others first. But now, as Dave's presence pressed against her, she felt a pull that was almost impossible to resist. It wasn't just physical-it was something deeper, something she hadn't allowed herself to admit. Something she had hidden from, buried beneath layers of guilt and responsibility.