Pure Desire

17: revenge is sweet

Everything was forgotten after a week had flown by. After Evelyn had returned from her break from working extra time, things returned back to normal. At least I pretended it to be. Elias kept his distance, as usual and Evelyn didn't ask any questions. If only she really knew what occurred the past weekend when she was gone.

After the incident, I avoided Elias like a big brewing storm. After he practically saw me....naked, I could never face him the same again. I grew hot at the disconcerting memory.

He acted disgusted to see me in that state. I still thought about it every moment everyday. Did he even see me naked? What if he was disgusted for me sleeping in his bed? Oh god, I should have apologized.

I had no courage to face him again. He was most likely never wanting to see me again and I couldn't blame him. After all, he sees me as some prostitute human girl that is fragile and begs for attention.

But here I am, hovering in front of his bedroom door contemplating if I should go in or not.

I raised my fist to the door, sucking in a deep breath, and knocked twice. "Come in," a deep voice commands.

I stormed inside of his room, ready to get it over with only to find it dark and empty. It wasn't long until Elias walked in and turned on the lights. He came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped securely around his hips. Water droplets we're running down his tanned torso and he was dying his hair with another towel but smaller. His silver eyes gazed at me in confusion.

"What are you doing here?" His face hardened. I closed the door while looking at my feet. My cheeks grew hot.

"I'm sorry," I squeaked.

"Why are you here?" He asks calmly, walking to his wardrobe.

I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding in. "I came to apologize, mr. Blackwell." I told him.