Bathroom wall

Denzel's hand felt cold in my palm, unlike mine which was warm. I applied a lotion which caused my skin to sweat. We went into the party hall. I felt an itch on my back and I tried to reach it. That one move caused a vase on a structure to fall and shatter on the floor. We both froze checking if anyone noticed but they were too enticed by whatever was going on on stage. The gentle music drowned the sound of shattered clay.

"I'm so sorry, Denzel." I shrieked, fearing for my life. He was already upset with me and then he sees me ruin something that belonged to his parents. I am damn clumsy.

"It's okay, my mom won't even know it's gone." He replied smiling charmingly that I did not feel so safe with him. He is hiding whatever outburst that would have unleashed at the garden.

"Let me clean it up." I offered, bending but he stopped me immediately.

"Leave it, Sheldon. It was just an accident." He protested.

"I'm sorry about Hunter. Something else happened and we—"

"That's enough. Let's just get this night over with. We'll leave the moment the fundraising is over, I promise." He assured me and I drew close for a kiss. He does not retaliate and just stared at me. I immediately pulled my lips to myself.

Maybe it will be better if we do the kissing at home. When this entire atmosphere is gone.

We went further into the crowd and I desperately took another glass of wine to keep me more alive from the boredom. Apparently, the rich folks were bidding on expensive items that came from richer forefathers. And a fundraiser was also going on to help struggling companies collect loans to kick off. The first round of bidding was filled with commotion as many bidders relentlessly went higher she higher for a gold box some rich grandma used during her time. The family I was selling it off because it was the least of the old women's treasures.

"Are you going to bid for something?" I asked Denzel who stood beside me, drinking.

"No. I'm not really into these kinds of things. I bet Hunter will find this more interesting. He is a dumb painter." He replied. I smiled, happy that he mentioned something about him. I knew that one day, these two would stop bickering over minor things. Just like Winter and I. I never saw this coming.

"I like art too but I don't paint," I muttered and he swung his head at me.

"I knew you liked art. You had a bunch of it in your apartment. Would you like to bid for something?" He questioned and I refused with the shaking of my head.

"I'm good. I don't want to draw much attention to ourselves." I nervously interlocked my fingers together.

"Too late." Denzel smiled shyly looking in my direction. I checked to see what was making him smile. It was a cameraman focusing on both of us with his camera.

"Dammit, no wonder you were smiling and giving off your handsome face. You just wanted to look good for the camera." I pointed out.

"Not entirely. I was only amused." He pontificated.

I turned around and smiled at the camera, making sure my teeth were revealed enough.

"What are you doing?" Denzel laughed. "You are embarrassing yourself and not me."

"We are in this together, bro," I replied making poses.

"Take it easy super model. You are practically on fire right now." He teased.

I stopped and laughed with him.

"If your mom asks me what I learned or observed, I don't have an answer for her because I have no idea what they're doing." I pointed out.

"You can tell her that but please don't tell her that I didn't explain to you because she'll ask you."

Suddenly, I looked towards Lena a person covered in a black cape-hooded hat stood behind her. The person cut open and tore her dress from behind before running out of the hall. The act caught everyone's attention and Lena's bloodily scared back was left bare for everyone to see. There were noises, commotions, and camera lights flashing on her.

I instantly ran out of the hall despite Denzel's attempt to hold me. I reached outside of the building and saw the person in a black hoodie running toward the gates. She had gone far enough for me to catch up with her. Instead, I picked up a hairpin that had fallen from her cloak. I put it in my purse and ran inside. When I got in, I was dragged to a private family meeting happening in Morgan's office concerning how the media just saw Lena's backs and they weren't pretty. Lena was now wearing a coat in the office to cover her shredded dress. She stood next to Rehan who was holding a box of tissue for her. She was crying profusely. I felt bad for her but I already knew the aftermath of this event will not be epic.

"It was Sheldon!" Lena cried out. "She spoke to me in the restroom earlier, asking me about my scar. At first, I did not understand but she told me she saw it the day we went out together. She did this because I refused to share my personal life with her. I can not believe you would do this to me, Sheldon. I thought we were friends."

I was speechless. And my stupid reason was that Lena was yelling louder than I ever imagined she would. If only she would calm down and find out who tore her dress.

"Sheldon, we are waiting for you to speak." Raven raised her voice and I cleared my throat like a nuisance who didn't know the gravity of the situation. But my throat had been clogged with shock and fear. I feared the marks on Lena's back.

"I did not do it. I'm innocent." I stated unwavering. "Yes, I was worried about the scars on her back but I didn't do this. I am not a psychopath who will force someone to open up about what they are going through. I swear."

"How am I supposed to believe you? You are nothing but a stranger. Why should we trust your statement?" Lena queried, her chest rising and falling.

I took a pause trying to understand trying to figure out what next to say. Denzel was quiet. He didn't look like he was ready to defend me. Hunter was not here to play the hero. I lacked words and I knew there wasn't any way I could convince them that I did not do such a cruel thing to the billionaire's daughter.

So, I sucked up my lip and lowered my head.

Morgan was winning with the ego on his face. He must be proud of himself right now. His biggest trouble was about to get taken down by the same family I tried to be part of for money.

"You have no reason to trust me so easily but if I did such a thing, I would have ran. I wouldn't have asked you about it in the bathroom because I knew I would be blamed the moment this shit goes down. Think about it..."

"I think you did this just for publicity. To show the world something to toss over concerning the Morgan family. Or you probably wanted to be the better sister-in-law. Look around you, Sheldon. Everyone's gone. This gathering has been canceled all because of you. You've created a big problem for us with your stupid stunt—"

"That's it. We are leaving. Come here, Sheldon." Denzel interrupted his father before taking my hand and leading me toward the door.

"I'll hire my best investigators and if you are found guilty, I will sue you in court, Sheldon. You really don't know who you are messing with. You will pay for what you did to me. For ruining my name and image." Lena's voice shook.

I wanted to keep going with Denzel but I felt something drawing me back to tell Lena.

"I should not be the only one you should be investigating. You should also investigate those scars on your back and who is inflicting them on you. You are right, it is none of my business. I get it but I know crime when I see one."

"I can not believe you just said that to me."

"I am not wrong. You better check yourself, Lena. You have some explaining to do. Even your husband is concealing the secret. That is pathetic." I threw it across my shoulder while Denzel took me out of the room. It was not forceful but I just had to move with him.

On getting home, Denzel was not speaking to me. After he saved me from more burning conversations with the Morgans, he didn't speak to me and just kept quiet. Probably rethinking what had happened. I didn't know I would get into such trouble on such notice. My investigating skills were only improving when I started asking about my target people who knew them before I did. I tried having a conversation with Denzel when we were behind the doors of the house but he was not paying attention to anything I was saying. I gave up eventually. When I decided to take a bath, I discovered that I left my headphones in Denzel's bedroom and now, I needed to get them. Playing songs from it might help me fall asleep.

I entered his room on seeing his door open. I heard the sounds of his shower running. He was in the bathroom. I looked around for the headphones but they weren't where I had left them earlier. I had to ask Denzel. Great. I went over to his bathroom door and knocked on the glass door.

"Denzel, did you see my headphones?" I screamed so he would be able to hear me. He did not respond. I could not believe he was still mad at me for what happened. I thought he believed I was innocent. I opened the door ajar and walked up to him who was still under the shower.

"What the hell, Sheldon!" He yelled, alarmed.

"I was knocking for so long but you were not responding. Why are you still keeping malice, Denzel? We are not kids anymore, you have to be mature about this." I scolded him with all I have got.

"The doors are soundproof, you crazy woman." He pointed out and I froze. Biting my tongue at what I had just done. I accused him of not responding when he was not even hearing me from the other side.

I licked my lips slowly and turned shy about what just happened. Denzel only looked at me concerned.

"You messed up today, big time. I do not even know where to start to reprimand you. I feel so angry with what you did and at the same, I feel so helpless and smothered."

"I understand and I'm really sorry for all the stress and pains and humiliation I have caused you. I wish I can turn back the hands of time and do things better but I am telling you, Denzel, I didn't do that Lena. I swear..." I was saying when he stepped out of the shower to stand in front of me. Water was dripping all over his hair and all around his body.

"You should know better than to come in here when I'm like this. When I'm boiling with anger and not even my yelling can fix me." He said holding my chin and keeping my eyes trained on his.

"What are you doing? What are you gonna do?" I asked focusing on his bored eyes.

"I am going to give you what you have always been asking for. But I'm not going to be pleasant about it."

"Are... Are you breaking off the engagement?" I was scared, shattered, and worried. Would all my plans just crumble because of Lena? Because I was not fast enough to catch the culprit that cut her dress? I filtered all positive thoughts and invested my energy in the negative. I just could not help it. Denzel was in one of his dark moods.

"Breaking off the engagement? Haha, do you think doing that will end what's already happening? You're wrong with that logic, Sheldon. You aren't going anywhere until we fix this mess."

"Denzel, it wasn't me," I whined like a kid.

"You damn right it wasn't!" He yelled and I shuddered. The outburst came all of a sudden but I perfectly understood his reaction. How could he trust me? The stranger. All I cared about was money.

These things should make him doubt me.

"Something tells me you don't believe me," I muttered.

"Whatever that is, it's wrong." He grumbled turning to the mirror at the side that was showing both of our reflections.

"Thank you for believing me," I whispered.

"It's the highest I can do since you have been standing here and staring at my naked body." He rolled his eyes.

"I didn't come here for this. I was looking for my headphones actually." I said smiling.

"You must be daydreaming to think I can let you walk out of here after what you've done to me tonight. And the most annoying of them all was seeing you with Hunter. It makes me paint a perfect picture in my mind of what happened between you two in that club."

I took a step backward chuckling awkwardly. "Nothing happened."

"I know. You've always been innocent and a good girl."

"Denzel,"

"I want you still." He cooed putting his lips on mine. He dived in, sucking on both of my lips aggressively. The kiss was a long course. I wrapped my hands around his neck when he started sucking on my neck in the course of giving me a hickey. I held him close so distance wouldn't make him stop. Then, his hands gripped my waist. He lifted me up and my legs bound around his torso. He carried me to the wall right under the shower spray. He pinned me against the wall and his other hand peeled my light underwear from my ass. He put two of his fingers into my opening and he only dribbled the flesh around just to prepare it for a penetration. I was not entirely wet. I wasn't turned on enough. After how badly I've wanted this, I desired foreplay. So, I started touching him, stroking his length as fast as I could. His face turned crimson red as I worked on him like a pro. I made sure to give equal play to his balls as well. He exhaled whenever I stroked down slowly. It was like I was dragging his only source of life. My action made him remain his finger inside of me as he started strumming quickly. Fingering me with all his got. My abdomen heated up and I was letting out some juice on his fingers. I eventually took his hand off me and dropped it on his member, then I made him touch himself along with me. He made low throaty groans as I increased our pace.

"Now, you can go in," I said loving how rich hard he was. He was thick and his veins had popped out. His erection went into me slowly. I sat on him, letting him place me the way he wanted. He did not let me swallow up his cock at once and I was hanging on the wall. I felt full and hitched to him. It took his first few shakes inside of me for me not to hurt from the friction.

With so much water sprinkling on us from the showers, Denzel started moving inside of me. His hips were positioned perfectly for the thrusts and he made sure each pound sent a message. I was shaking on the insides. The pressure was causing something powerful in me and I felt like I was about to explode into a million bits.

"Your pussy is so tight around my cock. I'm losing my mind, Sheldon. It's going to take a while to get fast enough." He peeved against my ear. I couldn't think of words to say to him. I only felt him working and hitting hard to make the friction easier. He seemed to stop taking measures not to hurt me and started fucking me with every ounce of anger he had built up inside of him. I was being nailed into the wall, literally. His entire body kept me in place so that I won't fall. But the constant invasion past my thighs had me stumbling and bucking against his chest. He used one of his hands to press my hip to hold still so he could enforce his masculinity on me. I couldn't hear myself moan clearly because the shower and our skin making maddening contact drowned everything else.

"Oh, please, Denzel! You're tearing me apart!" I cried out in his ear when I knew the effect of his thrust was gonna weaken me.

"We all get..." Hard pound. "...Torn apart..." An energetic thrust. "...sometimes, don't we?" A rough swinging of his hip.

I looked toward the roof making all sorts of sounds. They represented what was feeling inside — a tornado swirling inside.

I came eventually but I was on that journey alone. Denzel was still going and stimulated my nipples along the way.

"Oh my! I don't think I'm gonna make it." I cried out when he started getting inches taller inside of me. I felt it and I knew he was gonna come anytime soon.

"Oh, yes you are Sheldon. Just relax and let me do the work."

"Denzel! Are you there yet?" I asked preparing myself for his outpour.

"Trust me, baby." He only answered. I went through more minutes of vengeful thrusts before another wave hit us both.

"Denzel, p...pull out," I said when I remembered he wasn't putting on protection before all this.

"I'm sorry, Sheldon. Too late." Suddenly, he poured his seeds inside of me and my eyeballs disappeared into my head. My lips were left agape. It felt so magical and liberating at the same time.

After emptying himself inside of me, he pulled out slowly...

I grabbed onto his shoulders as he carried me away from the wall.