A MISTAKE?
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CHAPTER SIX
Elara’s Pov
My eyes fluttered open slowly as I stretched, the silk sheets cool against my skin.
My hand instinctively searched the other side of the bed, but it was empty. Cold.
Almost immediately, I felt my cheeks heat up until they were practically burning.
He wanted me.
He didn’t hate me.
He actually f****d me.
Even though every moral bone in my body told me this was wrong, I felt an intense, booming happiness radiating through my system.
I was always the girl who said she’d wait for marriage, but in that moment, I didn't care.
What better way to lose it than to the one man you’ve craved for years? I sat up, feeling a sharp, tickling ache between my legs, and I bit my lip, blushing hard as the image of him bending me over that desk flashed through my mind.
"Get off the bed. You’re going home."
Caleb's voice came from behind me, but it wasn't the low, husky rumble that whispered sweet, dirty things in my ear. It was stern…like ice.
My hands tightened around the sheets as I pulled it up to hide my face, smiling to myself. I couldn't look him in the eye—not out of fear, but because I was so shy.
"Caleb, I…"
Suddenly, the sheets were ripped away from my body with a violent jerk, cutting me off.
"Get your damn butt off my bed, Elara! Now!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls.
The joy in me died instantly. My smile fell, and I stared at him, my heart sinking into my stomach.
"You’re scaring me," I whispered, my voice trembling. "That wasn't the tone you used last night."
“Why are you doing this? Why are you still pretending to be cold?” a low grumble escaped from his lips, his eyes held so much coldness, it was practically telling me he wasn't pretending and that scared the s**t outta me.
"I know you want me, Caleb. We... we can have a secret relationship. We can make this work."
"A relationship?" He let out a harsh, mocking bark of laughter. "Why would I stoop that low with you when yesternight was just a mistake."
I froze. My breath hitched in my throat as tears stung my eyes. My heart racing so fast, I feared it might burst outta my chest.
"A... what?"
"A mistake," he repeated, his eyes filled with a terrifying regret.
"I lost control due to my selfishness, you’re my sister, for God’s sake!"
“I let my guard down for one night and now I have to deal with the fallout." He groaned massaging his temples.
"You don't have to beat yourself up," I said, reaching out for him, my heart breaking at his words. "I wanted it too.”
"Don't say it was a mistake, Caleb. It hurts."
He let out a low, animalistic growl, his face twisting in disgust.
"You sound just like them," he spat. "You sound just like those sluts I told you about Elara.”
" I was horny yesterday and you should know every word I said to you was bullshit."
“I just needed to f**k someone, and you happened to be the one standing there. Now you’re clinging to me like some cheap slut after a one-night stand? You're my stepsister for f**k sake!”
"Is the money your family gives me not enough to keep you quiet? Fine. I’ll give you more."
He reached over, yanked open his bedside drawer, and pulled out a stack of bills. Before I could blink, he threw the money at my face. The paper grazed my skin, fluttering to the floor like trash.
The sting in my eyes turned into hot, angry tears. Without thinking, I lunged forward and slapped him, hard, across the face.
The sound echoed like a gunshot as his gaze shifted to mine, burning with an equal fury.
"Get out!" he roared, his jaw working in fury. "Get out of my room and go get dressed, you’re going back to your parents this instant!"
I scrambled out of his room, sobbing so hard I could barely see, even as I rushed into my room and slammed the door shut.
I rushed into the bathroom, ripping my clothes off and stepping into the shower.
I scrubbed my skin until it was raw and red, trying to wash the feeling of his hands off me, trying to wash away the memory of how much I had enjoyed it.
After what felt like hours, I stepped out, wiping the water droplets off my body before I dressed in simple leggings and a hoodie. I grabbed my suitcase and my phone, and headed for the front door.
"Where do you think you're going?" I was halfway down the driveway when I heard him behind me.
I paused, feeling fury running through my veins again. The hell did he just say, I should go back to my parents, like they weren't his? And he's being sarcastic about it again?
"Home!" I yelled back, not turning around. "I’m going home of course!"
He sighed, sounding bored. "Get in. I’ll take you."
"No! I don't want your help! I’d rather take help from a beggar on the street than your pathetic help, stepbrother!" I growled, just so he had understand, I understood the fact I was his stepsister than he did!
He growled, marching toward me with an expression that made me recoil. I thought he was going to hit me, but instead, his arm cuffed around my waist.
In one swift motion, he hoisted me up in a bridal carry, dragging my luggage with his other hand as if it weighed nothing.
“Put me down bloody Motherfucker!” I thrashed and kicked, screaming at him to let me go, but his grip was like iron.
He threw me into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut, locking it before I could reach for the handle. I watched him throw my bag into the trunk and climb into the driver's side.
"Let me out!" I screamed, banging on the dashboard. "Let me out or I’ll destroy this damn car!"
He turned the ignition, the engine roaring to life. "Go ahead," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm.
"If you disturb me while I'm driving and we end up in an accident, we both die. And if you want to trash the car, just remember to drop a ten-million-dollar check when you're done. I don't take repairs."
I slumped back into the seat, defeated.
He was doing it on purpose, he knew there was no way I would get that kind of money? He was a complete asshole.
I recoiled as he drove outta the mansion and we hit the road and after what felt like days, we pulled into my parents' driveway.
I didn't wait for him to help before I scrambled out, grabbed my bag, and rushed toward the front door. I just wanted to hide. I wanted to disappear.
I pushed the front door open, ready to run to my old room, but I froze. My heart stopped for the second time in twenty-four hours.
Standing right there in the foyer, looking at me with a confused smile, was Nicolas…my supposed boyfriend.
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