Chapter 5 Got Busted?
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Her pupils dilated blankly for a few seconds, her lips slightly parted, as if a light within her had suddenly been extinguished. Then, her lips were sealed once more.
Why did it always have to end up like this? She didn't want this, yet she couldn't control the tide of desire that rushed over her, overwhelming and unstoppable. It made her feel demeaned. She didn't want this at all.
The orange light in the bedroom cast a glow on the white sheets, their creases shifting and playing, reminiscent of ripples dancing across a lake.
Rebecca's sporadic sobs infused the room with a seductive tension, while Matthew, utterly unrestrained, acted like a creature reveling in untamed pleasure, completely lost in the throes of passion.
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In the end, Rebecca, in a state of unconsciousness, was lifted by Matthew and carried to the shower. She was cleaned there and then transported back to the bedroom.
She lay on the bed, eyes closed, her cheeks still flushed with a rosy hue, her fair skin looking flawlessly soft and tender after the shower.
She looked like rose petals drenched in a downpour, delicate and irresistibly pitiable.
She was nineteen, an age in the bloom of youth.
Matthew couldn't help but pinch her cheek. In her slumber, Rebecca furrowed her brow and pushed away his hand. She rolled away, her silence speaking volumes. Having once again succumbed to her desires, she felt deeply frustrated with herself.
Oblivious to her inner turmoil, Matthew made sure to tuck her in before he left. The pink floral-patterned silk quilt accentuated her alabaster skin.
For a moment, Matthew had considered staying.
But in the end, he walked away.
When Rebecca opened her eyes again, daylight had already filled the room, her mind sluggishly piecing together the events of the previous night.
She was working on her design drafts, then he came in, and then...
Wait, where were her design drafts?
Hoisting herself up with a sore back as if she had endured a marathon’s trial, Rebecca hurriedly scoured for the drafts she had hidden. Upon discovering them intact, she exhaled a breath steeped in relief.
The night had indeed been a close call.
After washing up and going downstairs, she noticed Matthew's absence, which slightly relieved her, sparing her the awkwardness.
Rebecca quickly finished her breakfast and went all the way to school when she received a call from Keith. "Miss Mischief, when will you deliver this month's design drafts? You've already fallen a week behind."
Keith Reese was the only person who knew about her past in Boston, aside from Aunt Sara. They had met by chance at Boston University, and after his graduation, he introduced her to this part-time job.
She fell ill earlier this week and subsequently fell behind. She had planned to catch up last night but got held up by Matthew, and that’s what caused the delay.
"Well, get a move on. I've got news for you. The company will select two designs from this batch to feature as the centerpiece offerings for Valentine's Day. If they pick yours, you’ll get twice the cash. So give it your all, yeah?" Keith was very optimistic about Rebecca's designs.
Though young, Rebecca's designs were bold and spirited, and he was certain that given time, she would become an exceptional jewelry designer.
"I'm really sorry for the delay. I've been tied up with something these past few days. But I promise to deliver them to you by this weekend." Rebecca said, a bit ashamed.
Upon returning home from school in the afternoon, Rebecca locked herself in her room until dinner, when Diana knocked to call her downstairs.
It was then she realized Matthew was also present. She hadn't noticed his return.
But as the owner of the house, he wasn't obliged to update her on his whereabouts.
She politely greeted him, "Good evening, Mr. Weller." She then headed back upstairs.
Matthew didn't respond but watched her hurried departure. A discerning observer might notice the shadows in his gaze.
Late into the night, Rebecca finally finished her work. Stretching her neck and coming back to her senses, she found Matthew standing behind her, his expression grim. "Still up at this late hour?"
He picked up one of the drafts. "Great work."
Oh no. She got busted!!!
Despite his seemingly complimentary words, Rebecca could smell a hint of danger.
Had she been unable to keep it secret after all?
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