UNTIL I MET HER

CHAPTER NINE

Bethany arrived home, exhausted, and headed straight to the restroom to shower. Afterward, she slipped into a short transparent net gown with long cape which she wore on top and tied around her waist. She took her medication and lay down on her bed, feeling the weight of her emotions.
Just then, her father, Will, entered her room. "B, are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Bethany turned to him, forcing a smile. "Yes, Dad, I'm fine."
Will nodded, his eyes lingering on her face. "I'm heading out soon, I'll be back tomorrow. I have a business meeting to attend."
Bethany nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, Dad."
Will asked, "Is there anything you want me to get you?"
Bethany's eyes lit up slightly. "I would really love vanilla cupcakes."
Will smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He went to her and kissed her forehead, his touch warm and comforting.
Minutes later, Megan entered the room. "Hi, Will," she said, her voice cheerful.
Will turned to her, his face softening. "Meggie," he replied, opening his arms for a hug.
Megan hugged him tightly, and Bethany watched, a small smile on her face.
"I'll head out, okay?" Will said, his voiceaudible."Okay, Dad. I love you."
Will's voice was warm. "Love you too."
As Will left, Megan and Bethany listened to the sound of his car driving away, the silence between them comfortable and familiar.
Megan entered the room, a concerned expression on her face. "Hi," she said softly.
Bethany looked up, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Megan hesitated before nodding. "I was worried about you, so...how’d it go?"
Bethany's eyes rolled. "Well I ended up having my n*****s in Ethan’s mouth"
Megan’s smile filled the room "What, Omg that’s ….B, how was it?"
"Uh I’m definitely not gonna tell you that.."Bethany replies
"Fine keep it to yourself "
Megan nodded again, her eyes filled with empathy. "B, did you tell Liam?"
Bethany's voice was laced with frustration. "Yeah, he didn't take it too well."
Megan's curiosity got the better of her. "Does he still have feelings for you?"
Bethany's shrug was noncommittal. "I'm not sure..."
Megan's eyes widened in surprise. "Did you tell Ethan you have feelings for him?"
Bethany's hesitation was palpable before she mumbled, "Uhm, I kinda told him I don't."
Megan's confusion was evident. "What... why?"
Bethany's hand rubbed her temples, her eyes closed in pain. "Because... hum... 
"Are you okay?"Megan looks at Bethany with a mix of worry and concern
" I just have a little headache, I’ll be fine"
Megan's expression softened. "Okay, I'll leave so you can rest... But I just want to say, don't deprive yourself of a chance to be happy because you think every guy's like Liam."
Bethany's eyes snapped open, her voice sharp. "Why'd you say that?"
Megan's explanation was cut short by Bethany's interruption. "Megan, so you think I'm depriving myself of happiness?"
Megan's hands rose in a calming gesture. "You know what, I'm gonna go."
Bethany's apology was whispered. "Sorry... I'm just tired."
Megan's lips brushed against Bethany's in a gentle kiss. "I love you, okay?"
Bethany's smile was weak, but she nodded, her eyes closing as Megan left, heading back to the institution.
As Seth turned, he spotted Ethan. Seth, oblivious to the tension, called out, "Hey, man, sorry about the other day."
Ethan's gaze remained fixed on Megan as he replied, "It's cool, don't worry about it. Just don't do that next time."
Seth raised his hands in a placating gesture, and Ethan shook his hand, Seth saw Megan approaching.
Megan's slow turn allowed her to take in the scene before her. "Hi," she said, her voice neutral.
Seth quickly moved to her side, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss. As they pulled away, Seth's hands roamed her body, pulling her gown up slightly.
Ethan's patience wore thin. "So, are you guys f*****g done?"
Seth grinned. "Ethan, the F word."
Ethan's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking to Megan. "Megan, shouldn’t you and Bethany be together?"
 "Bethany's not really in a good condition. I think you should give her some space and time... I'm glad she broke up with Liam." Megan spills out the beans
Ethan's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what?"
Megan's voice was firm. "Babe, let's go."
But Ethan stopped them, his grip on Seth's arm tightening. "Seth, you know this is f*****g important to me."
Megan sighed. "Fine... she broke up with Liam."
Ethan's determination was clear. "I'm going to see her."
Megan's warning was gentle. "Well, you're in luck. Her dad's out till tomorrow."
Seth reminded Ethan, "The match is coming up. We need to practice."
Ethan's priorities were clear. "I'll deal 
with that later. Thanks, Megan."
Megan's hug was brief before she turned to leave with Seth. "Bye."
Seth called out, "Bye. I'll drive you home after practice."
In the evening, Bethany made her way downstairs to take her medication, unaware that Ethan was following closely behind her. As she reached for the drug, it slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. Bethany tried to bend down to pick it up, but Ethan was quicker, moving in close to her. Startled, she turned and hit him, her hands instinctively flying to his chest.
"Oh my god," she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.
Ethan's voice was low and husky. "Hey, baby girl."
Bethany's hands dropped from his chest as she took a step back, her eyes narrowing. "Don't you have anyone staying with you when your dad is out? Your door wasn't locked."
Ethan's gaze roamed her face, his eyes burning with intensity. "I can take care of myself," Bethany asserted, trying to sound braver than she felt.
Ethan's movements were fluid as he knelt to pick up the fallen medication. Bethany's eyes followed him, her heart racing. As he stood up, his gaze swept over her body, his eyes lingering on her curves like he wanted to devour her whole. Bethany's breath caught in her throat, her skin tingling under his scrutiny.
Ethan's voice was low and husky, his words dripping with desire. "You sure about that?" He moved closer to Bethany, his eyes fixed on hers.
Without warning, he placed his hands on top of hers, holding them down on the slab. Bethany tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was firm. As she struggled, her cape began to slip off her shoulders, threatening to expose her further.
Ethan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "The next attempt you make, you're going to have just that gown on you."
Bethany's face flushed with embarrassment and fear. She looked down at her body, then back at Ethan, her eyes pleading with him to stop.
But Ethan just smiled, his gaze roaming her body, lingering on her panties. "So, what do you say?"
Bethany's struggles ceased, her body frozen in surrender. Ethan's smile grew wider, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Please stop looking at me with those eyes," Bethany begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
But Ethan's gaze didn't waver, his eyes devouring her like a starving man. Bethany felt exposed and vulnerable, her heart racing with fear.
Ethan's voice was husky, his words dripping with desire. "I thought you said you liked it. Besides, I'm not looking at you... I'm looking at your body."
He licked his lips, his eyes fixed on hers, before removing one hand and using the other to hold both of hers. He moved his legs between hers, his gaze roaming her body.
"Everything’s perfect. I don't like the fact that you still have your panties on, though."
As Bethany tried to pull her hands away, her cape slipped off her shoulders, leaving her exposed. They locked eyes, the tension between them palpable.
"It eventually came off you," Ethan said, his smile growing wider.
He looked at her, his eyes burning with intensity, before licking his lips again. His hand moved into her gown, touching her thigh, and Bethany shuddered.
"Let's make a deal," Ethan whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "I'll take my hand off your hands if you don't struggle. You okay with that?"
He looked into her eyes, waiting for a response. Bethany nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I need you to talk to me," Ethan urged, his eyes never leaving hers.
Bethany remained silent, her eyes cast down, as Ethan moved closer, eliminating the small distance between them. His voice was low and menacing, his words laced with frustration.
"Baby, you know I f*****g hate it when you ignore my questions."
Ethan's hands delved deeper, his fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh, causing Bethany to shudder. He pressed against her, his touch firm, demanding a response.
"I asked you a question," he growled, his patience wearing thin.
Bethany nodded, her movements slight, as Ethan's hands explored her body. She placed her hands on top of his, her touch hesitant, as if unsure of what to do.
Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity. "I believe those pretty lips can move," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction.
With a gentle yet deliberate motion, Ethan slid his finger into her panties, his touch sending shivers down Bethany's spine. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting slightly, as she struggled to process the sensations coursing through her body.
Bethany's voice was barely audible, her words laced with resignation. "Ethan, I'm... I'm okay with it."
Ethan's gaze lingered on hers, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation. Satisfied, he removed his hand, his movements deliberate.
"That wasn't hard, was it?" he asked, his tone low and husky.
Bethany tried to cover herself, pulling her cape up, but Ethan stopped her, his grip firm. "Not part of the deal," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Bethany's frown deepened, her eyes flashing with anger. "You don't get to be mad at me. It wasn't part of the deal."
Ethan's smile was wicked. "You're gonna have to change that mood."
Bethany's whisper was laced with frustration. "You're annoying."
Ethan's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I am indeed."
Bethany's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze locked onto his lips as he leaned in, his mouth claiming hers in a passionate kiss.
Bethany attempted to move her hand, but Ethan's grip was unyielding. He placed his other hand on her breast, and she hesitantly lowered her hand, surrendering to his touch. Ethan's lips crashed onto hers, his kiss intense and all-consuming. His hand remained on her thigh, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her skin.
As they kissed, Bethany's breathing grew labored. She placed her hands on Ethan's chest, grasping his shirt tightly, and he finally broke away, allowing her to catch her breath.
"Is this the highest you've ever gone?" Ethan asked, his voice husky with desire.
Bethany nodded, her eyes locked onto his.
Ethan's response was a low, primal growl. "Fuck... I'm gonna have to change that."
He smiled, his eyes burning with intensity, and tried to kiss her again. But Bethany stopped him, her hands firm on his chest.
"Stop... please, I can't continue," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan's gaze searched hers, his eyes filled with desire. Bethany's eyes met his, her expression pleading for mercy. The air was thick with tension, their bodies still entwined, as they hung suspended in a moment of raw emotion.
Ethan's voice was low and intense. "So, you broke up with Liam?"
Bethany's response was hesitant, her eyes darting away. "Who, uhm, how?"
Ethan's frown deepened as he gazed at Bethany, his eyes searching for answers. She raised her head, but remained silent. Ethan's movements were deliberate as he bent closer, his mouth inches from her ear. His hands gripped the counter, his fingers tense.
"When?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Bethany's voice was barely audible. "Today..."
Ethan's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "You f*****g know what I mean."
Bethany tried to move away, but Ethan's legs trapped hers, holding her in place. "You're not getting out of here till you answer my question."
Bethany's gaze met Ethan's, her eyes wide with unease. "When I..."
Ethan's interruption was swift. "When you went to his room."
Bethany's nod was slight, her eyes dropping to the floor. Ethan's voice was laced with frustration. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Bethany's shrug was minimal. "Because I didn't think it was important."
Ethan's anger was palpable, his movements swift as he closed the distance between them. "You didn't think it was important?"
Bethany retreated, her back against the counter, until she finally sat on the stool beside it. Ethan's eyes never left hers, his hands moving to her laps, spreading her legs, claiming her attention.
Bethany's voice was laced with unease. "Ethan."
Ethan's gaze remained fixed on her laps, his eyes burning with intensity. "Why'd you break up with him?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Bethany's discomfort grew, her words hesitant. "Ethan, I don't think you should be here."
Ethan's gaze shifted to hers, his eyes locking onto hers with an unnerving intensity. Bethany breathed in, her chest rising slightly.
"Why'd you break up with Liam?" Ethan asked again, his face serious, his jaw clenched.
Bethany tried to stand, but Ethan's grip was firm, holding her in place. "You're not ready to admit it," he whispered, his voice dripping with conviction.
Bethany's confusion was evident. "Admit what?"
Ethan's eyes blazed with emotion. "You know how I feel about you, Queen. You've been trying to hide how you feel, and I must say, it's been getting on my nerves."
Their gazes locked, the tension between them palpable. Bethany's breath caught as Ethan's eyes dropped to her chest, his hands moving to her breasts. He traced the netting, his finger finding her n****e, and Bethany moaned quietly, her body betraying her.
Bethany's voice was firm, her eyes flashing with determination. "Ethan, stop this."
Ethan's smile was confident, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "You like me," he stated, his voice low and husky.
Bethany stood up, her movements swift, and faced Ethan. "Whatever this is... stop, Ethan. I know you, the other girls might want you, but I don't... I won't... ever want you."
Ethan's gaze never wavered, his nod slight. "You sure about that, baby girl?"
Bethany's rejection was absolute. "I'm not your baby girl."
She tried to leave, but Ethan's grip was fierce, his anger palpable. He spun her around, trapping her against the counter, his body pressed against hers.
"Let me go!" Bethany struggled, her voice rising.
Ethan's frown deepened, his hands moving into her gown, his fingers hitting her sensitive area. Bethany's gasp was audible, her body betraying her despite her protests.
"Ah," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bethany's moans filled the air as she succumbed to the pain, her struggles ceasing. Ethan's grip on her tightened, pulling her closer to him. His arousal pressed against her, sending shivers down her spine. She trembled, her body betraying her.
"Don't touch me," she pleaded, her voice weak.
Ethan's response was a gentle move, brushing her hair aside. "I'll correct the sentence you just made," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
His hand delved into her panties, and Bethany's pleas grew desperate. "Please, please don't."
Ethan's frown deepened as he inserted his finger into her. Bethany's moans grew louder, her body responding despite her protests. He moved his other hand to her breast, his touch rough, causing her pain.
"You'll want me, Queen," he declared, his voice confident.
As he continued to touch her, Bethany's legs widened, granting him access. Ethan's caress on her breast grew harder, her body wracked with pain and pleasure.
"You're going to beg for me," Ethan declared, his voice dripping with confidence. "Every part of your body is going to crave me."
Bethany's hand moved to his, but he pulled away, his finger slipping out of her with a sudden, angry motion. He held onto her tightly, preventing her from falling, but Bethany struggled to free herself from his grasp. A pained moan escaped her lips as she tried to stand on her own, her legs trembling beneath her.
"You can't stand on your own, Queen," Ethan sneered, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
Bethany turned to face him, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I don't need your help," she spat, trying to take a step forward. But her legs buckled beneath her, and she almost fell.
Ethan caught her waist, his grip firm as he lifted her up carefully. "Hands on me," he ordered, his voice low and husky.
Bethany breathed in heavily, her eyes locked on his. She knew she was at his mercy.
"There's no way you're getting to your room on your own," Ethan declared, his eyes burning with intensity.
"I'm fine... I don't need your help," Bethany insisted, looking down and biting her lip. Ethan's chuckle was low and husky, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Is this funny to you?" Bethany demanded, her eyes flashing with anger.
"You're reacting to just one finger in you," Ethan teased, his smile growing wider.
Bethany's retort was sharp. "Oh, I'm sorry if all the girls you've fingered or had s*x with are not virgins."
Ethan's expression faltered, his eyes narrowing slightly. He fell silent, his gaze fixed on Bethany. She looked away, her eyes closing in mortification as she realized her mistake. She had inadvertently revealed her virginity.
"Oh no..." she whispered, her eyes flying open to meet Ethan's gaze.
"Hands on me, baby girl," Ethan whispered, his voice low and husky.
Bethany hesitated, then placed her hands around his neck. Ethan's hands moved to her legs, grasping them firmly before spreading them around his waist.
As Bethany's body made contact with Ethan's, she gasped quietly, her eyes darting up to meet his. Ethan's devilish smile spread across his face, and he continued carrying her up the stairs, his arousal persistently pressing against her. Bethany felt a surge of pain and pleaded with him to stop.
"Stop, stop... Ethan, please stop," she begged, her voice laced with desperation.
Ethan halted, his gaze locking onto hers. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Bethany's eyes narrowed. "Are you doing this on purpose?"
Ethan's expression turned unapologetic. "Queen, it's not my fault. I can't control my arousal. I can feel your n*****s pressing against my chest, your beautiful legs wrapped around me, and it's only my trousers keeping me from ripping your panties off you."
Bethany's eyes remained fixed on Ethan's, her face a picture of shock and discomfort.
"Please, just take me to my room," Bethany requested, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and continued walking. Bethany bit her lip, fighting to hold back her moans as his arousal continued to rub against her with each step. She buried her face in his chest, trying to escape the sensation.
When they reached her room, Ethan opened the door and carried her inside. He gently laid her on the bed, his body hovering over hers. Bethany slowly removed her hands from his neck, and they locked eyes.
"I knew you were a virgin since Megan's birthday party," Ethan revealed, his voice low and husky.
Bethany's eyes widened in surprise. "You knew, and you didn't even bother to tell me... wow," she breathed, her voice laced with shock.
She tried to move away from him, but Ethan's hand shot out, cupping her breast. Bethany's moan was barely suppressed, her body betraying her despite her attempts to resist.
"I suspected you were a virgin during the truth or dare game," Ethan said, his eyes locked on Bethany's. "You confirmed my suspicions when I tried to f**k you ...when we were together at the party. Even when drunk, you knew how to stand your ground when you didn't want something."
Bethany smiled, a hint of amusement on her lips.
"You told me you'd never been with anyone before, and you’ve been f****d" Ethan continued. "It was obvious you were a virgin."
Bethany's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with skepticism. "Were you a different person then? Because I'm pretty sure the Ethan I'm talking to now would have taken advantage of my drunken state and had s*x with me."
Ethan's expression turned serious. "That's called r**e, and I might be many things, but I'm not someone who tries to force himself on a girl without her consent."
Bethany's eyes widened in amazement, her gaze fixed on Ethan's.
"As I said back then, I want you to want me as much as I want you," Ethan whispered, his voice husky. "I want to be the only one who drives you insane, who hears your beautiful moans." His hand caressed her breast, sending shivers down her spine. "I want to be the one who sucks your n*****s, who f***s you so hard that even when I'm not with you, I'm the only thing you're thinking about."
Bethany's breathing grew heavy, her hand reaching out to touch Ethan's face. He looked at her lips, his own lips parting slightly. 
"Give me a sign, baby girl," Ethan whispered, his eyes burning with desire. "I need to know you feel the same way about me."
Bethany's response was immediate. She leaned in, her lips meeting Ethan's in a tender kiss. Ethan's hands roamed her body, caressing her breast as his tongue danced in her mouth. Bethany's quiet moans were muffled by their kiss, her lips biting gently into his. Ethan deepened the kiss, his passion igniting.
Slowly, Bethany raised her legs, wrapping them around Ethan's waist. He settled between her thighs, his body pressed against hers. Breaking the kiss, Ethan gazed at Bethany, his chest heaving with excitement.
"I hope the sign's enough," Bethany whispered, her voice husky.
Ethan's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "More than enough, baby," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.
He lay down on the bed, pulling Bethany beside him. She snuggled close, her hands roaming his chest. Ethan's eyes locked onto hers, his face inches from hers.
"You said you might be many things," Bethany said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan nodded, his eyes clouding over. "Yeah... I might be cool with some things, and other times I might not be. I can be so f*****g rough sometimes, and gentle some other time."
Bethany's voice was laced with concern. "Emphasis on the rough."
Ethan chuckled, but his smile was tinged with darkness. "I'm not perfect, Queen. I have a side of me that I'm trying to control. It might make me do things to you when it shows up, but I always apologize after I've calmed down."
Bethany's curiosity got the better of her. "Things like?"
Ethan hesitated before responding. "I never let it get far..."
Bethany pressed for more information. "Ethan, things like what?"
Ethan's voice dropped to a whisper. "Like f*****g you, like touching you without your consent."
Bethany's sigh was deep and troubled. "Is that the only way it goes away?"
Ethan nodded grimly.
"How many girls have you...?" Bethany started to ask, but Ethan cut her off.
"I lost count," he admitted, his voice flat.
Bethany's whispered "Oh my God" was barely audible.
"So, you have to have s*x with me when you can't control that side?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Ethan shook his head. "I won't. I just need you to be away from me when you notice something's different and wrong with me."
Bethany's eyes searched his face. "When last did it happen?"
Ethan's jaw clenched. "The day Liam tried to r**e you. I confronted him, left him bleeding on the field."
Bethany's eyes widened. "Ethan, when did it start?"
Ethan's expression turned evasive. "You need to rest."
Bethany nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She closed her eyes, and her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep.