Her Seduction

The fuck-up

|Melanie Rose's p.o.v|
I woke up in a cold, empty bed, with no one beside me. The feeling was foreign yet familiar. I had lived without Elijah before, but, could I live after him.

I rolled out of the comfortable bed I was left alone in and descended to the bathroom. I was angry at myself for caving and giving myself to him again. It's like we're on some ixion wheel which continued to pull us back and forth.

I stayed in my room, flicking through books, when Selena bursts in, interrupting abruptly my ongoing thoughts and emotional attachment to one book.

She was wearing a tight black dress that accentuated her legs and figure perfectly. Her hair was done up in a near ponytail and her makeup, not smudged in one place.

"Sí?"

"Elijah wants to see you." She was fidgteting while playing with the necklace chained to her neck. A nervous trait. Oh great, he's obviously in a fücking mood.

"Okay." I bluntly respond and she nods her head, indicating that something definitely is wrong. She looks worried for the first time, well I've only known her for a short time. But since I met her, her poker face never faltered, until now.

She left my room with an edgy look and a vast nod before closing my door.

I slipped on a wine red satin shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone and a pair of tight black jeans. I added a pair of black stilettos to adjoin my ever faltering confidence as I know I'm going to have to hold my ground infront of Elijah. He's ruthless when he's angry and will say anything to hurt me, but I can't let him.

As I walked down the hall to his office, I hear glass shatter and a loud yell to accompany it. I'd never heard him so angry; I wasn't even inside and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't debated running. But it was too late. By feet didn't work with my brain, it was as if I made the journey into his office without actually realising.

I was met with jet black eyes and a fire that couldn't dare to be covered. It was more than evident that he was angry,no, he was raging. All the pent up anger, all the feelings he'd brushed under the rug, they were coming to surface now and I was going to feel the wrath.

"Glad you finally made it." His voice was nice. Too nice. It was laced with a sinister tone that matches his grin and firey eyes.

My mouth was dry and I struggled to breathe, let alone form a coherent sentence. "Nothing to say?" He pondered sarcastically. If he wasn't already so angry, I'd have absolutely no trouble putting him in his place. "I bet you're wondering why you're here." He gives me a fake pout and I lower my eyebrows to prevent myself from rolling my eyes, and tipping this maniac off the edge. God only knows what he's capable of when he's emotionless. "Use that smart mouth Melanie-Rose."

His attitude clearly isn't faltering and I'm more than over taking his shit. "Are you going to tell me why I'm here or are you just wasting my time?" I look at my nails, picking at them nervously to avoid the deathly stare I know I'm receiving.

In a matter of seconds, the door is slammed shut and my back is slammed against the wall. He takes my jaw in his hand as he forces me to look up at him. Images of Alejandro flash through my head as I'm stuck in the past once again.

"Alejandro." I whisper more to myself than anyone but Elijah heard me as I feel his grip loosen slightly and I force my eyes open. The fires still as evident as ever but it's dimmed slightly.

"Why am I here Elijah?" I croak.

"I told you about a traitor earlier," he began his snake eyes watching my every reaction to what he was saying. He nods over to his desk, gesturing for me to sit down as he takes the seat across from me. "Landon, the man you slept with-" he inhales sharply, leaving me utterly confused by the change in conversation. "Did you know he was the traitor?" My ears deceived me. He just asked me if I knew who was ratting his ass out to my deranged ex.

"Are you fücking kidding me?" I scream in annoyance. His stance falters as my voice pierces through him and echoes around the room. "You think I'm helping him betray you to my oh so loving ex?" I laugh, sounding like a deranged psycho. "Eres un jodido idiota." My voice is shaky as I stand up, composing myself to leave.

"It just seemed coincidental that the only other man you slept with, since being here, is the traitor ratting me out to the man you were once engaged to." I turn back, in time to see him shrug looking absolutely effortless but anxious at my response. He's seriously deluded if he thinks I'll listen to him and forgive him this time. I'm back to my silent state until I can form an understandable sentence.

"Forced upon." I breathe quietly.

"Who's to say he's the only man I slept with since being here?" My comment clearly surprised him as it does myself. He takes a step back brushing his suit down and clearing his throat.

He stays remotely quiet but inhales an exaggerated breath, before, turning his back to me and taking his seat behind his desk once again. "I thought you had more respect for yourself than that Melanie-Rose." His words weren't said out of hatred, he sounded hurt. How could he be hurt when he just accused me of betraying him again! I can't keep doing this back and forth with him- like we're on some tennis court. I'm always the one to take the hit at the end. I get whiplash from the amount this Bipolar asshole changes his attitude towards me.

When I'm around him I never know if we'll end up screaming at eachother, or fucking, or both. But I know I need to distance myself before this becomes to serious.

"And I thought we were past this stage." I sigh, unable to look him in the eye.

"When will you learn to trust me?" I look up at him, the brokenness evident in my eyes. The green in his mesmerising eyes had been restored as he searched mine. He seemed taken aback by my sudden calmness and question. "I thought we were over this whole betraying thing. Remember what happened last time?" Still, silence.

"You were just a distraction." He replies aimlessly.

He continued to stare at me aimlessly. Noiselessly. He's daring me to challenge him back, but that's what he wants. He wants me to yell back at him so he can use whatever hurtful insults he has stored in that self conceited head of his.

But i won't give in to him.

I push my chair back in frustration and storm out trying to distance myself from him before I say something I know I'll regret later.