UNTIL I MET HER

CHAPTER FOUR

The next day, Bethany woke up feeling miserable. She rushed to the restroom and threw up, then Megan came in to check on her. Bethany washed her mouth and emerged, looking pale.
Megan offered her some painkillers, which Bethany took gratefully. But as the fog cleared from her mind, she remembered the previous night's events - being in the restroom with Ethan, kissing him while drunk. She felt a wave of panic wash over her.
"No, no, no, oh my God," she exclaimed. Megan asked what was wrong, and Bethany confessed, "We kissed... I was drunk." Megan's response was casual, "f**k, that's nice." But Bethany was distraught, remembering that Liam was her boyfriend.
Megan advised her to talk to Ethan, but Bethany's head was throbbing. Megan asked when she had started drinking, but Bethany didn't want to discuss it.
Megan handed Bethany a gown to wear to the institution, saying, "You can wear this." The gown was revealing, with a short hem and tiny armholes. Bethany thanked Megan, who replied, "Sure. I'm gonna give you some time, okay?" Bethany asked if Megan was going to the institution that day, but Megan didn't respond.
Just then, Seth walked in shirtless, catching Bethany's attention. Megan noticed and warned her, "Don't even think about it." Bethany laughed, and Megan left the room.
Bethany took the opportunity to freshen up, entering the restroom to take a bath. Fifteen minutes later, she emerged, applied cream, and got dressed in the yellow mini-fitted gown with singlet arms. She packed her hair into a ponytail, put on her shoes, and rushed to the institution.
Bethany rushed to the field to meet Joe, who greeted her with concern. "You were really drunk yesterday night," he said. Bethany acknowledged, rubbing her sore head, and asked where Ethan was. Joe told her Ethan was in his room, number 11.
Bethany made her way to the room, drawing attention from the guys as she passed. She entered room 11, closed the door, and stood facing it. Ethan, wearing only his trousers, approached her from behind, placing his hands on the door and pressing his body against hers.
"Hey baby girl," he whispered, his breath on her shoulder. Bethany turned to face him, his bare chest catching her attention. "We need to talk," she said firmly.
Ethan smiled, perceiving her scent, and leaned in closer.
Bethany stood firm, telling Ethan that nothing had happened between them and that he should leave her alone, reminding him that she had a boyfriend. Ethan's face fell, and he removed his hands from the door, revealing his bare chest to Bethany's gaze.
"You should be resting," he said, concern etched on his face. "You were really drunk last night." Bethany shot back, "Whose fault is that?" implying that Ethan was responsible for her state.
The conversation escalated, Ethan's eyes narrowed, accusing Bethany of worrying about her boyfriend Liam finding out about their encounter. Bethany denied any connection with Ethan, saying, "There is no us."
Ethan's voice took on a sensual tone, "That's not how you felt when our tongues were crossing each other. Bethany denied any feelings for Ethan, calling the kiss a mistake made while drunk. Tell me, Queen, how did you feel when you woke up and remembered our tongues were down each other's throat?" Bethany's response was immediate, "I felt disgusted."
Ethan's face darkened, and he stepped closer to Bethany, placing his hands on the door and trapping her. "You sure about that?" he asked, his eyes boring into hers. Bethany insisted, "The kiss was a mistake. I was drunk, I had no idea what I was doing." She repeated 
Ethan's gaze lingered, his expression unreadable. "I'm not referring to the kiss anymore," he said, his voice low and mysterious, leaving Bethany wondering what he meant, he walked away, heading to the counter, with Bethany following closely behind. He grabbed a drink, and Bethany reiterated, "We only kissed last night." Ethan's response was skeptical, "Did we?"
Bethany's anger flared, and she knocked the cup out of his hand. Ethan frowned, warning her, "That's the last time you'll do that... don't try me, Baby girl." Bethany nodded, attempting to leave, but Ethan was too quick. He grabbed her waist, pulling her to the slab, and sat her down.
"Let me go," Bethany demanded, but Ethan's grip only tightened. "We kissed, yeah, we did things," he said, his eyes locked on hers. He moved his hands to her hair, and Bethany pulled away, "Don't touch me."
Ethan's face moved closer to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. Bethany's heart raced, unsure of what Ethan would do next. The tension between them was palpable, and Bethany's attempts to push him away only seemed to draw him closer.
Bethany warned Ethan, "Don't touch me," but he ignored her, moving his mouth closer to her ear. "Those lips tasted so good yesterday, I'm sure you'll taste even better today," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
Bethany tried to stand up, but Ethan's hands on her waist held her in place. Her gown rode up, exposing more of her skin. "Queen, the more you struggle, that gown on you keeps getting shorter," Ethan teased, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Bethany looked down, trying to pull her gown down, but Ethan held her hand. "You wanna know something?" she spat, her voice venomous. "It's very obvious that I kissed you only because I was drunk. You know why?"
She moved closer to him, her eyes locked on his. "Because no one in their right senses would want to be with you." Ethan's smile never wavered, but Bethany's words seemed to strike a chord.
"You put on that face so people can fear you," she continued, "but deep down, the truth is you are all alone. For real, who in their right mind would actually kiss you?" Ethan's expression faltered, and he let go of her hand, his eyes clouding over with emotion.
Bethany's smile only seemed to enrage Ethan further. He grasped her neck with one hand, his fingers tightening around her skin. Bethany struggled against him, but he held firm. In a desperate attempt to break free, she widened her legs, but Ethan only took advantage of the opening.
"Stop, stop!" Bethany begged, her hands grasping at Ethan's wrist. But he ignored her pleas, his eyes fixed intently on hers. "You're not drunk now... let's find out," he whispered, his finger tracing her lips.
Bethany trembled, "No, no, please don't." But Ethan's grip only tightened, silencing her. He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Bethany tried to turn away, but Ethan held her fast, his body pinning hers.
As he continued to kiss her, Bethany's legs widened further, allowing Ethan to settle deeper between them. His tongue explored her mouth, and she breathed in sharply, her body betraying her resistance. Her hands dropped limp, exhausted, as Ethan's passion consumed her.
Ethan stopped, his chest heaving, and gazed at Bethany with a mixture of anger and desire. "Next time you want to talk, make sure you control that mouth, or I'll control it for you," he warned, his eyes narrowing.
Bethany struggled to catch her breath, her legs still open from Ethan's previous demands. He glanced at her thigh, and she instinctively tried to close her legs, but Ethan's voice stopped her. "Now, you leave those legs open, okay?"
Bethany nodded, still trying to process what was happening. Ethan moved closer, his hand slipping into her gown, and Bethany tried to close her legs again. Ethan's anger flared, and he hit her p***y, making her shake. "What did I just say about this, Queen?"
Bethany frowned, and Ethan nodded, hitting her harder. She placed her head on his chest, and Ethan observed her, licking his lips. "Nice, I guess you're even more stubborn than I thought."
Ethan's hands moved to her panties, trying to remove it, but Bethany relented, "Fine, fine, I won't close my legs." Ethan slowly withdrew his hands, and Bethany tried to pull her gown down, but Ethan grabbed her wrist, his eyes locked on hers.
Just as the tension between them seemed to escalate further, a knock on the door broke the spell, leaving Bethany breathless and uncertain.
Liam's voice echoed outside the room, "Ethan, it's Liam." Bethany's eyes darted to Ethan, who held her in a tight grip. She tried to remove his hand, but he only held her closer. "Ethan, please don't do this," she begged.
Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his lips curling into a sly smile. He pulled down her singlet arm, exposing her skin. "Stop, what are you doing?" Bethany protested, but Ethan just frowned.
"You want your boyfriend to find out?" he taunted, raising her gown. Liam's voice came again, "Ethan."
Bethany trembled as Ethan removed the ribbon from her hair and pulled down his trousers. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice low and menacing. Bethany hesitated, "What?"
Ethan spun her around, his hands moving between her thighs. He placed his fingers on her panties, and Bethany shook. "Open those legs, Queen," he commanded. Bethany widened her legs, and Ethan started rubbing her surface. She moaned, trying to turn, but Ethan held her fast.
 Ethan beckoned, "Yeah, come in." Ethan called out, his fingers still moving. Liam entered the scene, and Ethan began rubbing Bethany's skin, causing her to moan. Ethan frowned momentarily but then continued. "Liam, what's up?" he inquired as his fingers kept moving, eliciting louder moans from Bethany.
Liam suggested, "Uh, we can talk later." Ethan insisted, "No, we can talk now." In a fit of anger, Ethan forcefully hit himself against Bethany, prompting her to tightly grip the slab. Liam, sensing the tension, decided to leave. Ethan then attempted to intrude further by moving his fingers into Bethany's panties.
"Stop, stop, please stop," Bethany pleaded. Ethan halted, allowing Bethany to catch her breath. "He's gone," Ethan remarked as he adjusted his trousers and observed Bethany facing away, her hand on her stomach. Confused, Ethan asked, "What's wrong?" Bethany turned to face him.
"Why'd you do that?" Bethany questioned, placing distance between them. Ethan cautioned, "Don't take another step backwards." Despite his warning, Bethany attempted to leave. Enraged, Ethan grabbed her waist and forcefully carried her to the slab. Bethany struggled as her singlet arm slipped down, revealing half of her breast.
"Let go of me," Bethany demanded, feeling trapped as Ethan tightened his grip. She stopped resisting when she realized her breast was exposed. "You don't listen," Ethan scolded, daring her to repeat her actions. Bethany struggled to free herself from Ethan's grasp, finding it challenging.
Bethany firmly stated, "I'm never going to like you... you know that, right?" Ethan's hands wandered down to her thighs and then to her stomach. Bethany, feeling uncomfortable, held his hand tightly, questioning, "What are you doing?" Ethan placed his hands on her stomach, causing Bethany to close her eyes. As he focused on that spot, Bethany took a deep breath and rested her head on Ethan's chest. However, when Ethan tried to pull her gown down, Bethany moved away, meeting his gaze.
"Please stop whatever this is," Bethany pleaded. Ethan defended himself, "I didn't do anything... You didn't want your boyfriend to find out about us, so I helped you out." Bethany, with a faint smile, responded, "By trying to have s*x with me..."
Ethan provocatively asked, "Would you have preferred it if I f****d you in front of him?" Bethany expressed her disappointment, "You were so much nicer yesterday." Ethan dismissed the notion of being nice, stating, "I'm not nice, don't call me that... I was making it up to you, baby girl." Unsettled, Bethany called him crazy and attempted to leave, but Ethan angrily grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, their eyes meeting.
"You're gonna have to take it slow with that word... you know there's something about you that I love, call me crazy again " Ethan confessed, frowning. Bethany turned away, prompting Ethan to grab her face and lean in, focusing on her lips. Bethany interrupted, demanding, "And..." Ethan, undeterred, declared, "I'll f**k you till you can't speak anymore," his gaze shifting to her breast as Bethany turned away.
Bethany pleaded with Ethan, "Please take your hands off me." Ethan's expression darkened, and he frowned. "I didn't f**k you last night, I f*****g wanted to, but I didn't," he growled.
Bethany looked up at Ethan, and he removed his hands from her face. She pulled her singlet arm up, and Ethan's gaze fell upon her. "You can't go out like that," he said, handing her his jacket. Bethany took it, smiling, and hit it against Ethan's chest before rushing out.
Ethan's anger flared, and he grabbed Bethany, carrying her to the couch. She struggled, but he held her hands up, pinning her down. His hands moved to her breasts, and he pressed them, his fingers teasing her n*****s. "I'll wear it," Bethany conceded.
Ethan pulled her singlet arm down, his fingers tracing her n****e. "I can deal with your stubbornness, trust me," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. Bethany turned away, and Ethan stood up, putting on his shirt. "I'm gonna go... feel free to stay here," he said, leaving Bethany breathless.
Bethany dressed properly, putting on Ethan's jacket, and headed out. Liam saw her and approached her...
Liam grasped Bethany's hand, preventing her from leaving. "What were you doing in there?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. Bethany hesitated, "I came to see Jamie... I wanted to give him his jacket, but I haven't seen him yet, and I was cold, so I wore it."
Liam raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Bethany nodded, and Liam pressed on, "So, you know his room number?" Bethany replied, "Yes." Liam asked, "What's it?"
Just then, Ethan appeared, his eyes fixed on Bethany as he licked his lips. Bethany tried to leave, but Ethan stopped her. "You wanted to see me... I was quite busy," he said, his voice low and husky looking at Bethany.
Liam looked at Ethan, his expression disapproving. "Oh yeah, about that... You have things to do, right, Bethany?" Bethany nodded, trying to leave, but Ethan blocked her path. "Hold up... why's she leaving? I'm sure what you have to say is nothing serious."
Bethany looked at Ethan, her hand tightening on her gown. Liam sneered, "Yeah, like you said, you were busy... You have different girls in there every day." Bethany's eyes widened, "Really... hmmm."
Ethan's face darkened, and he frowned at Liam. Liam continued, "Ethan's a fucker, not a lover." Bethany tried to leave again, but Liam grabbed her, his hands wrapping around her waist. Ethan's eyes flashed with anger as Liam said, "Bye, B."
Liam's gaze fell on the jacket, and he frowned. Bethany felt uncomfortable, trying to free herself from Liam's grasp. "Bye," she said, finally breaking free. She turned, almost colliding with Ethan, who caught her. "Don't touch me," she warned, her eyes blazing. Ethan looked at her, his expression intense, before Bethany freed herself and left.
Later that afternoon, Bethany headed to the basement to retrieve some items. As she opened the door, she was met with a shocking sight: Liam was having s*x with Ella. "Liam!" Bethany exclaimed, her voice laced with surprise and disgust.
Liam stopped, pulling up his trousers as Ella smiled and left the room. "It's not what you think, Bethany," Liam said, but Bethany was having none of it. "You were just having s*x with Ella!" she accused, trying to leave.
Liam grabbed her, holding her in place. "Get your filthy hands off me!" Bethany demanded, struggling to break free. Liam sneered, "Filthy, huh? Says the girl who was f****d by Ethan Smith."
Bethany's eyes widened in shock at Liam's words. "Liam, let me go!" she pleaded, but Liam carried her to the couch. "This is all your fault, you know that right," he said, his voice low and menacing.
As Bethany looked at Liam, he realized she was wearing Ethan's jacket. "I'm going to rip that jacket off you," Liam snarled, tearing it off Bethany's body. "Jamie hasn't been in this institution for a week, Bethany.
Tensions escalated as Liam pinned Bethany on the couch, and Bethany, feeling trapped, called him a cheat. Liam retaliated, mentioning Ethan Smith, leaving Bethany surprised. As the situation intensified, Liam's actions became forceful, causing Bethany to resist and plead with him to stop. Liam's anger turned to passion as he tried to kiss Bethany, but she slapped him. Undeterred, he grabbed her waist and started kissing her neck. "Stop, please!" Bethany begged, but Liam ignored her pleas.
As he pulled down her singlet arms and touched her butt, Bethany hit his chest, In a moment of distress, Bethany managed to escape and hurry out of the the basement, feeling overwhelmed and shaken. She almost fell, but Ethan caught her, holding her steady as she trembled with shock and anger.
Bethany on the verge of collapsing found support in Ethan’s hands, his hands wrapping around her waist. Bethany trembled with emotion. "Queen, it's me," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. Bethany turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear. "Please take your hands off me," she begged, trying to wriggle free.
Ethan's expression turned stern. "What the f**k happened to you?" he demanded, his voice firm but laced with concern. Bethany hesitated, then whispered, "Liam... he tried to... he tried to have s*x with me."
Ethan's face darkened, his eyes blazing with anger. "Where the f**k is he?" he growled, his hands tightening around Bethany's waist. Bethany trembled, "He's... he's in the basement."
As Ethan turned to leave, Bethany grabbed his arm, her voice desperate. "No, please don't leave me... please don't go." Ethan's expression softened, and he pulled her into a gentle hug. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered.
Bethany's eyes welled up with tears. "He tore your jacket... I'm sorry." Ethan smiled wryly. "It's fine, it's just a jacket."
But Bethany's shaking grew more violent, her body burning with fever. Ethan's face filled with worry as he carried her to a nearby room, laying her gently on the bed.