His Forever

"Aah! It feels so good!" Loud moans filled Eloise's cozy house. She wondered if Isla had brought back a date. If so, she should have informed her. She wanted to walk away when she heard another familiar voice. "Didn't you want this w***e! You have been begging for this for a while now!" A loud familiar yet horrifying voice full of lust and dominance filled the small house, sending a chill down Eloise's body. Her legs froze as she tried to forget what she heard. It can't be true. "Please! Aah! Drake, please don't stop," the pounding sound and the smell of s*x only made it even more brutal for Eloise as she took slow terrified steps toward the source. She only hoped that Isla's date would be a different Drake. She didn't want to believe it could be him. How is that even possible? He absolutely adored her. She had suffered enough. He knew it. He would never do that to her. "Beg me harder, you dirty minx! How dare you seduce me in her head?" Drake dirty-talked with Isla, spanking her buttocks as he slammed her from her back. "Aah! aah! Please..." she whimpered, her voice raspy from all that hard work. "Louder, b***h!" He spanked her again as she let out a louder moan. "Didn't you eavesdrop on us and f****d yourself? You dare send the audio to me!" He grabbed her hair, forcing himself on her. But she loved every bit of that rough s*x. She had dreaded it for a long time. And now that she was practically getting it on Eloise's bed was like a dream come true to her. Eloise froze as she saw the two from the little gap in their room. The last bits of their clothes fell scattered everywhere. Did they have s*x at every corner of that room? They really went far, indulged in that forbidden lust. Isla was a hot mess, while Drake was mercilessly f*****g her from behind. She had never seen that carnal side of him. She couldn't tell if it was the real Drake or the sweet guy whom she dated all the while was the real him. She wiped her eyes, hoping all of that in front of her to vanish. But it was real. Nightmarish real! The taste of this betrayal will last forever. Her soul had become bitter out of it. "I hate you...!" Eloise was finally able to speak. She was shivering and shaking, teardrops threatening to fall. Drake and Isla stopped, flustered. When did she enter the room? Wasn't Eloise supposed to be away for another two hours? Why was she here so early? But they were not in a position to ask. Isla covered her body with the blanket, smirking a little as if to mock Eloise. But when a flustered Drake looked at her, she acted as if she was equally embarrassed. Eloise scoffed at that. What were they trying to portray after getting caught like that? "Eloise, I can explain!" Drake quickly got out of bed, feeling overwhelmed. He felt like his heart would fall out of his chest. He was clumsy, his pulse palpating. Sweat beads formed on his forehead. He had not expected Eloise to be back so soon. "There is nothing to explain, asshole. It's over." Eloise screamed, tears rolling down her cheek despite her wiping her tears several times. Why? Why was she crying over a cheater? Drake looked for his clothes. Eloise took that opportunity to run from that offending situation, his life, and the relationship she had treasured. Eloise didn't bother to take her belongings, unaware of where to run. She had no place to go in the city. But she didn't want to stay in that house any longer. How could he bring a woman to the home he shared with her, even if it was his property? How could he have s*x with another woman in the bed where they slept together? Did she mean nothing at all? Does all the time she devoted to him mean nothing? As if that wasn't enough, it started pouring badly. Eloise kept running, unsure if it was a good thing or bad. Now, no one could see her crying. But where was she supposed to go? She had nowhere to take shelter. She felt abandoned, broken, and used. Eloise regretted not slapping him at least once. She should have at least taken her belongings when she left. But right then, she just wanted to get as far as possible from that place, away from Drake. How could he do that to her? He had chased her for an entire year when she refused him because of the difference in their status since they met on that fateful night at Phoebe's party. Before she agreed to his proposal, he assured her it would never be a problem. He tossed that in favor of someone she despised. Why does it have to be Isla? Not that if it were anyone else, she would have forgiven him. But since he cheated on her with Isla, it made her think that he was seeking revenge on her. The more she cried, the more the image of her boyfriend f*****g the woman she despised flashed through her mind. She looked at her matching couple's ring, trying to take it off her finger. But it was too tight. She cried louder in her miserable state. Why did he do that to her? What was she supposed to do now? Her eyes were cloudy with tears. She just ran wherever the path led her, sometimes taking small breaks to catch her breath or process some overbearing thought. She was wet, miserable, and cold. But that did not bother her. What mattered to her was that, regardless of how much she ran, the pain wouldn't decrease. It only kept increasing, making her suffocate. Was she about to die? Eloise stopped, crouching on the ground. She didn't care that it was the footpath and people might see her. What she was feeling on the inside was much more intense. "Eloise, stop. Let me explain." She heard Drake calling for her. At first, she thought her ears were ringing. But on hearing the honking sound, she looked at the road. It was Drake in his car. Again, his betrayal flooded her mind. As if the pain she was in was not enough, seeing him made her feel like a sword stabbed her right in the middle of her heart, where it hurt the most. "I hate you, Drake. Go f**k yourself or Isla." Eloise screamed, rising to her feet. The surrounding people turned to look at them, whispering or simply staring at the fuss. But Eloise did not care. Drake didn't want to be judged or be in such a situation. He hissed, getting out of the car to follow her when he saw Eloise running towards the foot-over bridge. He hated getting wet, but he couldn't let her go. He knew Isla was a mistake. But he couldn't go back to the past. He only hoped that Eloise would forgive him. Eloise was practically jumping the stairs to get away from Drake. She could feel him chasing behind her. It was frustrating her even more. Why chase her after doing what he did? And why was he repenting it now? Why did he do it in the first place? She would never forgive him. Loyalty was the first and foremost thing for her in a relationship. The tears, the rain, and the overwhelming feelings clouded her mind. She wasn't paying much attention. As she walked hurriedly over the bridge, turning back numerous times, she bumped into a firm chest. With a thud, she fell to the ground. It was the worst day of her life. She groaned, crying harder. "Why? Why? Why can't anything go right?" She kept sobbing, trying to rise but failing due to a sharp pain in her ankle. She groaned, holding her sprained ankle, crying because of her miserable fate. Drake was getting close to her. But she wasn't able to rise without hurting her ankle. Why was the stupid ankle hurting so much despite the terrible ache in her heart? Her heart began beating faster. She didn’t want him to catch her. For a moment, she couldn’t think of anything. Then she looked at the man standing before her with hope, even though she couldn't see his face. He was towering over her, and the umbrella was hiding his face. Eloise was still struggling to rise to her feet and contemplating her next when an arm reached toward her. When she looked up to see her rescuer, she felt stunned, forgetting everything else for a split second. It was Asher Williams, the cold, arrogant brother of her student.