Elianna's POV
I twisted and I turned for the millionth time as I laid in bed.
I was trying to go to sleep but hundredths of thoughts ran through my mind.
I even changed into my white, comfy, satin pajamas so that I could fall asleep easier.
Some of them were about dance and Haze but most of them were about Enzo.
Everytime I tried to distract myself, he kept popping up.
I couldn't even make my fake scenarios because he would pop up there too.
He was everywhere.
I checked the time and it was one in the morning and he still had not come to bed as yet.
I was having wild thoughts about him and how I messed things up because I was scared.
"Don't do it, Elle. He is probably asleep somewhere," I whispered to myself as the thought of going to apologize to him crossed my mind.
I had to do it.
My conscience was bothering me and I needed to fix it in order to sleep.
That is just who I am. I don't like being in the wrong.
I got out of bed and tip toed out the room.
The house was silent. Nothing could be heard except the air coming out of the vents on the roof.
It was one in the morning after all.
I walked down to his office where I saw the light under the door.
He was still up.
I knocked on the door and waited for his response.
"Yes?" His voice faintly said.
"Enzo, it's Elle. Well, Elianna to you but I sometimes call myself Elle. I don't know why, it's a habit but I know you call me Elianna. I forget sometimes..." I trailed off when I realized I was ranting. "Can I come inside? I need to talk to you."
It took a while before he answered. "Come."
I slowly opened the door to see him behind his desk working.
I frowned. "Have you been working this whole time?"
"Yes and I need to get back so what do you want?" He asked me coldly.
I turned around. "It can wait."
"No, wait," he said as he cleared his throat. "You're already here so save your energy. What do you want?"
I turned around. "I want to talk."
He sat back in his chair and pointed to another chair which was in front of his desk. "Well, talk."
I quickly sat down in the chair before looking down in shame.
I couldn't do it. I couldn't look into his eyes.
"I'm really sorry about everything I said last week. I shouldn't have said any of that."
"Why are you apologizing?" He asked. "You meant what you said."
I looked up at him and shook my head. "I didn't. All that stuff about your bloodline I didn't mean it. Maybe I do hate you a little bit but that's it."
He watched me keenly. "Are you saying this because you want your phone back?"
I shook my head. "No."
I barely even missed my phone this week. I was too busy sulking.
"I guess I am sorry too," he said. "For trying to kill you and calling you an annoying bitch."
I chuckled. "I don't think other husbands and wives are like this."
"Wait, you're saying that not all married people try to kill and say they hate each other?" He asked sarcastically and I laughed.
"I know, it was a big surprise when I learned it!"
He shook his head. "Why did you do it? Do you get mood swings sometimes? Is that something I need to be aware aware of?"
I shook my head. "No, it's not that."
He stared into my soul. "Then what is it?"
I need to change the subject immediately.
"I'm sorry for calling you a murderer. I knew you didn't like that word and I still used it."
"We can forget it, Elianna," he said.
"Why?" I asked. "I can help you. Maybe that is what's stopping us from being stable friends."
"Stop," he ordered and I stayed quiet.
He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes as he leaned back into the chair.
At that moment, he looked so calm and relaxed.
I closed my eyes and held on to the chair as that feeling I had for him came back.
I just needed to get laid once and I knew it would go away.
"I acted that way because you turned me on," I admitted to him and his eyes instantly opened.
"What?" He asked sounding surprised.
"Maybe Seb was right before. Maybe we just need to sleep with each other and we won't be so angry at each other all the time."
"Elianna, Seb was wrong. He was just trying to get us to hook up."
"Does it matter? I need you right now," I said desperately. "Don't tell me you don't feel the same way."
He gulped down and stayed silent.
"Never mind, forget I even brought this up," I said as I got up feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Elianna," he said as he closed his eyes.
"Please, don't make me feel anymore embarrassed than I already am."
"Come here," he said and I looked over at him. "Doing this doesn't mean I want to have anything to do with you. You're still annoying."
I walked over to him. "And I still hate your guts."
He pulled his chair from behind the desk. "Sit."
I contemplated for a while before I sat down on him so that I was facing him.
He put his hands around my waist. "Help yourself," he said.
I slowly started to grind myself against him.
"This does not mean anything," I said as I started to feel a bulge in his pants.
I started going faster as I felt my panties becoming wet.
"Help me," I begged as I held on to him and I rubbed myself against him. "You want this too."
He used on hand to squeeze my breast and the other to squeeze my ass.
This action caused me to moan slowly as I picked up the pace even more.
I started to take off my top but he stopped me.
"I'm not having sex with you, Elianna."
I stopped. "Are you kidding me right now? I need you."
"Do it yourself," he said and I watched him.
He was dead serious.
"You're a jerk," I said and he shrugged.
"You brought this on yourself."
"Please?" I begged feeling vulnerable.
"If you're not going to do it, get off of me," he said harshly and I could cry.
I grabbed on to him and pressed myself on him even harder.
I rubbed myself against him harder and harder.
"Enzo," I moaned as I tried to grab his hand to help me but he pulled it away.
I was tired and sweaty. I couldn't do it by myself.
"Please," I begged one last time.
"Get off of me," he said. "A woman who can't even pleasure herself is pathetic."
"I am not pathetic!"
"Then do it!" He shouted back at me.
"I hate you so much. I'm not sorry for ever saying any of that and I am not pathetic!"
He pissed me off now. I am not pathetic!
I looked into his eyes and started again.
It didn't work but I pretended like I came and he watched me blankly.
"You're a shit faker," he said before lifting me up and placing me on the desk.
He pulled down my underwear and his pants before I felt him inside of me.
My mouth opened to scream as I felt his length but he quickly covered it.
"It's almost two in the morning, Elianna," he said softly.
I could feel myself even wetter just by his touch. He was doing things to me.
He made rough, deep thrust into me and I gripped on to him for support.
Tears trickled out of my eyes as I felt pain. It was a good pain.
I squeezed my legs shut so he could stop but he just pushed them open.
He put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer as he thrusted himself deeper into me.
His strokes were steady and rough.
I buried my head on his chest to stifle the loud moan I was about to let out.
My finger nails scratched his back as I continued to grip on to him.
A loud moan escaped me.
I didn't think I could take it anymore so I tried to move back but that only made me fall flat on the desk.
I held on to anything I could hold as he picked up the pace and made his strokes rougher.
"Please," I begged as I started to shiver.
My back arched as he made one, last deep stroke into me before I climaxed and came all over his desk.
He pulled out and walked out, leaving me with the best feeling I've ever felt in a very long time.
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Jaw dropped! What do you guys think about what just happened? Were you guys expecting that?