Author pov:
As Evana entered the party, heads turned, and whispers rippled through the room. She exuded an aura of confidence and power, her dazzling bad b***h look stopping everyone in their tracks. She moved with purpose, her every step commanding attention, a goddess of witty charm amidst the crowd.
Jake's eyes widened in amazement as Evana entered the room. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, mesmerized by her transformation. She looked stunning, more beautiful than he had ever seen her, and he found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Throughout the dinner and cake cutting, Jake's parents marveled at Evana's presence, impressed by her poise and elegance. But Evana had a different agenda. She had come to confront Jake, to demand answers about their undefined relationship, and to make him pay for his betrayal.
Jeon curiosity and anxiety grew with each step he took behind her. They reached his room, and as Evanna entered, he closed the door behind them, the click echoing in the silence. He approached her, intending to compliment her, but she gave him no chance.
Evana spun around, her eyes blazing with determination. She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the couch, pushing him down with a firm, yet graceful, force. Jeon surprise was palpable, his eyes wide as he tried to comprehend the shift in her demeanor.
She leaned over him, her voice low and controlled. "You never committed to me, Jake. We were never official, but you knew from the beginning how much I liked you.
And yet, you never mentioned that you're still in contact with your ex."
Jeon opened his mouth to speak, but Evana didn't allow it. She pulled her hair up, using his free hand as a makeshift hair tie, and bent down towards his crotch, unzipping his pants slowly. His breath hitched, and he was instantly hard, a reaction that made Anna blush briefly before she steeled herself.
"Evana, my one and only," he murmured, his voice tinged with longing and confusion.
Hearing him call her like this always weakened her knees, but not tonight.
Tonight, she had a purpose.
She had prepared meticulously for this moment, even involving her best friend Ayra.
Earlier, Ayra had discreetly placed a bowl of wasabi next to the sushi, ensuring no one suspected what Anna was about to do.
Anna took a spoonful of wasabi into her mouth. Jake's eyes widened in shock, but she gave him no time to argue or retaliate.
She took him into her mouth, delivering an intense, wasabi-fueled blowjob. The sensation was overwhelming for Jake, who whimpered in pain, the spicy burn mingling with the pleasure i, t sonfusing, almost surreal mix.
His reactions—his gasps and whimpers— were music to Evana's ears. She felt a pang of sympathy but pushed it aside. He needed to understand the pain she had gone through.
Just as he was about to reach his peak for the third time, she pulled away abruptly, leaving him on the edge, helpless and whimpering.
Without a word, Evana stood, smoothing her dress. She looked down at Jeon, his face a mix of pleasure, pain, and bewilderment.
She kissed him mischievously on his cheeks and left the party .
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