Jenalyn: From the Inside (#3) [Complete]

Chapter 43: Jenalyn

Wednesday, 11:11 A.M. EST

It didn’t take much convincing for him to get up from his chair and lock the door to his office. 

“This isn’t a part of the pissing party Ren has with you, is it?” he asked. 

I was sure he knew the answer but lied to him anyway. 

"I don’t want this to be something that brings light on my situation, Hayden,” he said as he approached me. “I’m not interested if this is anything more than.. a favor we’re doing for each other. I have a wife and kids-"

Intention was already clear in his eyes though. He was just stating what he thought would be obvious before taking action.

I interrupted him. 

Partially because I didn’t want to hear it, but also because Jena has a thing with a quick game of cat-and-mouse before devouring her prey.

“So what’s this whole Ren thing about, then? Huh?” I asked, using his long blue tie to pull his body toward where I lean up against his desk. “You got a thing for younger girls? Or is the wife just not crazy enough?”

It was like the slumber Jena had been in these past few weeks only strengthened her. I didn’t question her actions, no matter how out of character they seemed for the brief moments I came to.

Evan grew tense but worked up being so close to me. Though his forehead practically touched the top of mine, he made an extra effort not to let the weight of his body fall onto me.

“I’ve got urges,” he said between his heavy breathing. I could feel as he lost more and more of himself to the urge he spoke of. “I’m a man… if the opportunity presents itself, how do I turn it down?” 

Tyler immediately came to mind, and how he was presented with an opportunity he couldn’t turn down. 

Hayden would have gotten sad, wondering what she did wrong, and why she wasn’t good enough. She doesn’t know men, so she would blame it on herself.

But I got angry.

"You’re sick,” I said before I knew it was coming. “You literally cheat on your wife because you’re horny-"

Evan laughed, finally allowing some of his weight to rest on me as he pressed his lips to my ear. 

“You’re 17, Hayden,” he whispered, letting his hands find my hips as he gently lifted me onto the desk. “You’re pregnant, locked up in a psych ward, and asking a 27-year-old man to fuck you... I think you might be a little sick.” 

I silently agreed, and allowed him to proceed to eagerly grope my body.