Her Secret

32|All On Me

He was still fast asleep in the same position that I left him in.

I decided to stop looking at him and forced myself to go to sleep without making up anymore scenarios for the night.

...

I turned around as my eyes fluttered open.

I looked to see if he was still sleeping next to me but he was gone.

"Elianna," I heard his voice say sternly as he existed the closet while buttoning up his shirt.

I jumped up. "Ye-yes?"

"We need to talk," he said with a serious look on his face and my heart started beating faster.

What if he knew? What if he could actually read minds?

What if I said everything out loud last night. Who knows, maybe I'm a sleep talker and he never told me so that he could hear all my secrets.

It's definitely the latter!

"Enzo, it meant nothing. I swear!" I started to defend myself.

He raised his eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Oh, I guess it wasn't the latter.

Or he could be playing dumb?

"Nothing. What did you want to talk about then?"

He sat down next to me on the bed and I moved a little to give us some room.

He cleared his throat. "Well, um, I need your help."

"You need my help?" I laughed. "For what?"

He looked down. "The things you said about Seb were they true or were you just trying to get under my skin?"

I nodded. "I wasn't lying."

"Then what can I do to 'deserve him'?"

"Stop being such a jerk to him," I said honestly.

"I am not a 'jerk'," he answered back and I actually felt offended.

"How can you lie so early in the morning?" I asked him.

He laughed throaty which echoed down to my pussy and made me wet.

I immediately closed my legs and tried to not make what just happened to me obvious.

"Then what should I do then to stop being a 'jerk'?" He asked.

Why was he acting so hot right now?

Focus, Elle!

"Well, um, you can talk to him. Let him know how much he means to you. He told me you have never called him your best friend," I admitted.

"Why would I call him my best friend when he already knows he is? That is a waste of energy."

I immediately facepalmed myself.

This man is never coming back from the grave he dug.

"You're being a jerk again," I said. "In order to keep a friend, you have to waste your energy sometimes."

He walked over to his desk and picked up his book.

"Waste your energy sometimes," I heard him mumble as he scribbled in the book.

I stood up and walked over to him. "Are you writing this down?"

He nodded. "Yes, am I not supposed to?"

He is so cute. I can't!

He looked back to me. "What's next?"

"How about we take baby steps? You can work on that for now and after, we can do something else."

He put down his pen and notebook. "Okay, sounds good. Let's head down for breakfast."

I shook my head. "You go first."

"What? Why?"

"There is something I need to do first," I told him.

"I can wait until you're finished," he offered. "See I'm not a jerk?"

I shook my head. "No, it's okay. You have to go to work soon. I don't want to waste anymore of your time."

"You sure?" He asked and I nodded.

"Okay," he said before walking out and closing the door behind him.

As soon as I heard the door shut, I physically relaxed.

I was tensed our whole conversation.

I picked up a new pair of undies and headed to the bathroom.

All he did was laugh. Have I gotten that bad?

I don't like him. I just have lust, a lot of it.

Back home, I used to have sex whenever I wanted.

Here, I can't even get touched.

I wonder if Enzo would let me sleep with other guys. I could have one night stands.

He has to be secretly doing it too. There is no way he can keep himself so composed all the time.

Then again, he doesn't have feelings.

I shook my head. I can't sleep with other guys. What was I thinking?

That's cheating!

Whether I'm actually with Enzo or not, I made a vow and I will keep said vow.

I hate cheaters with all my life.

My ex cheated on me and I gave him a chance then he cheated again.

He is the whole reason why I am in this mess.

I gave up on relationships because I don't want to be repeatably cheated on like some idiot.

I have feelings too and no one ever seems to care.

However, everything's on me. It's my fault that I gave him the chance to cheat on me again.

Now I'm here wet like an umbrella on a rainy day just because my husband laughed.

This is all on me.