Free Web NovelChapter 65: Jerk off
Lyvana’s mind raced, the sound of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, the wet fabric of his shirt clinging to her skin. He wasn’t listening to logic, and he wasn’t listening to "no."
She realized that she was trapped in a six-foot stall with a man who wanted to ravish her. If she fought him, he’d only get tighter.
Then she thought of screaming but... um, that might actually be a bit odd.
Think, she commanded herself. At least get him out of the shower and into the open.
"Mark..." she said softly. "I do want you," she murmured, forcing a small, teasing smile that felt like lead on her face. "But you’re doing this wrong."
His brows drew together. "What do you mean?"
"I had plans for us tomorrow night," she said gently. "We’re supposed to spend the whole night fucking till morning. But today..." She let out a long, weary sigh, letting her shoulders slump against the tile. "I’m completely exhausted, Mark. I’m not in the mood at all. Not like this."
For a moment, he just stared at her. The predatory tension in his body eased, replaced by the look of a man reconsidering his strategy. He liked the idea of fucking her all night. He liked the idea of her anticipating him.
"What do I do today then?" he asked, his voice still low, his hand sliding down to her waist. "Because am already hard for you, Lyvana. I’m not just going to walk away like this."
Lyvana felt a surge of pure, cold disgust. She stepped out of his personal space, her eyes snapping from fake warmth to icy dismissal.
"Jerk off," she said flatly. "You’ll feel better."
She didn’t wait for his reaction. She simply shoved past him, the wet towel clutched to her chest, her shoulder brushing his soaked jacket as she exited the stall.
"Shut the water on your way out," she called over her shoulder.
A few minutes later, Mark stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
His hair was still damp, with water trailing down his neck. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Lyvana was standing in the doorway, already dressed, scrolling through her phone like nothing had happened.
"Get some sleep," she said, heading out of the room.
"Where are you going?" he demanded.
"I’m sleeping with Emily," she said over her shoulder.
She didn’t stop walking. Mark glared at her, but he was too tired to argue. He didn’t even bother to take the towel off or find a blanket. He simply slumped onto the edge of the bed, his damp skin sticking to the sheets. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
As soon as his head hit the pillow, the restless thoughts of obsession and anger were gone. He fell into a deep, heavy sleep.
On the other side of the city however, the air was thick with a different kind of tension.
Julian paced the room like a caged lion, his face showing nothing but boredom. Every time Ethan spoke, Julian looked more annoyed.
"Why are you bugging me about some girl I had a fling with?" Julian asked.
Ethan stood up, his eyes flashing with anger. "Because of you, I lost my girl! Emily won’t even look at me because of what you did to Lyvana. You better go make things right with her, Julian. Now."
Julian didn’t even stop pacing. He just waved a hand dismissively. "Maybe later. Right now, we have bigger things to do. Let’s finish the project in San Jose first. Once the money is in the bank, we can go out and get more girls."
Ethan took a step toward him. "She is not just a ’mere girl,’ Julian. You loved her. You don’t remember because you lost your memories in the accident."
Julian stopped pacing and turned to look at Ethan, his eyes looking cold and empty.
"Can I see her photo."
Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He swiped through photos online until he found a photo of Lyvana. It was a candid shot of Lyvana entering into Aurora.
Julian took it, then gazed at it for a long moment.
"She’s beautiful," Julian said. "But not my kind of girl."
"I know, but you liked her... a lot."
"Look, Ethan. I will deal with ’girls’ after the project is done, alright? Stop acting like a child over a breakup and focus on the business."
Ethan stared at his cousin. He realized the man standing in front of him wasn’t the man who had been softened by love. This was the old Julian, the ruthless, hidden CEO and the cold-blooded Mafia boss who ruled the underground.
His memories of Lyvana, along with the attraction was all gone with his memories.
Maybe he needs to see Lyvana once more, Ethan thought desperately.
I have to get her to San Jose, Ethan thought. He needs to see her in person. A photo can be ignored, but her smell, her voice... surely he can’t ignore the way his own heart beats when she’s in the room.
But how could he make that happen?
Emily wouldnt even pick his calls. And If Ethan forced them into the same room, would Julian remember her, or would he break her heart all over again by looking at her like a stranger?
A knock sounded on the door.
Both men turned as Catalina stepped into the room. She was perfectly dressed.
"My love," Catalina said too sweetly. "I thought I heard you come in," she said. "The maid finished packing our bags. They said we are leaving tonight. Where exactly are we going?"
Julian didn’t even look at her as he straightened his cuffs. "I am going to my apartment, and you are going to my parents’ house."
Clarisse froze. The color drained from her face. "What do you mean? I am your wife. We should be living together."
"We are. Just that I will be leaving at dawn to San Jose. I will come to you in a few days when I get back. You’ll be more comfortable at the estate with my mother."
"Do I even have a choice?" she shot back angrily.
Julian finally turned to look at her.
"You always have a choice," he said coldly. "You can get a divorce."
"Dream on," she said sharply then turned and walked out back toward their hotel room.
