Eleanor suddenly slapped me, leaving me dazed. Her eyes were misty with anger as she confronted me. "Shawn, do you really think I'm that kind of girl?" she shouted. My chest tightened with a twinge of guilt, but anger quickly took over. "If other guys can have you, why can't I?" I growled, crushing my lips against hers again. Eleanor fought back fiercely, even biting down on my lip hard enough to draw blood. I yelped but responded by grabbing her roughly, no longer holding anything back. I was lost in a haze, too blinded by jealousy to notice her tears or the resistance I had felt as I pushed myself into her. It was the last thing on my mind, and all I did was move like a hungry beast, devouring every inch of Eleanor. Finally, I collapsed beside her after releasing all of myself on her, exhausted, the anger and alcohol burning away. Eleanor quietly got up and began putting her clothes back on. As I watched her, I recalled my actions just now. My face burned with regret as I
Eleanor let out a bitter laugh. She asked, "Shawn, did you think I was that kind of girl just because of how I acted around you?" "I only did those things because I was afraid you'd tell my mom," she continued, her voice breaking, "I never wanted to be on that website. The first and second time I tried, you showed up and outbid everyone—it was like you were doing it on purpose!" I was caught off guard by her words. "Eleanor, I was wrong. You can hit me, yell at me, whatever you need to do," I offered sincerely. I stood there, fully prepared to take whatever she had to throw at me. Eleanor bit her lip and raised her hand, but the slap never came. Instead, tears rolled down her cheeks as she collapsed into my arms. "Why did you have to hurt me like this?" I held her awkwardly, murmuring apologies as she sobbed, "I'm sorry, Eleanor. It's all my fault. I'm really sorry." Eventually, when she calmed down, I sat her on the bed, gently wiping away her tears. "Did someth
It was midnight when a slender girl in a sheer dress knocked on my door. I squinted my eyes as I recognized the familiar face standing in front of me. It was Eleanor Holt, and she froze when she saw me. She quickly knelt and pleaded, "Shawn, please don't tell my mom about this. I'll do anything you ask." I stared at Eleanor in shock and pushed her hand away. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine she would do something like this. Eleanor and I were technically siblings, though not by blood. I was adopted by Aunt Macy, while Eleanor was her biological daughter. When Aunt Macy took me in, I was already in my early teens, and Eleanor was only about eight years old. From the day I arrived, Eleanor made it clear she did not like me. Over the years, we barely spoke to each other. After I started working, I moved out of Aunt Macy's house and only saw Eleanor during weekend dinners with Aunt Macy. Other than that, Eleanor and I lived separate lives. So, running into her under
I shook my head and stared at the closed door for a long time before finally looking away. After that encounter, there was no way I could sleep that night. … The next morning, I showed up at work with dark circles under my eyes. In the afternoon, Robert called, eager to hear how last night went. "It was alright," I responded flatly. "Just alright? What the hell, Shawn! Since when did you become so picky?" Robert exclaimed in disbelief. I yawned and said, "Whatever, man. I didn't sleep well last night, so I need to catch some rest." "You spent all night with her, and all you can say is 'alright'?" Robert scoffed. "I've got to see what makes this girl so special." That instantly jolted me awake. "Robert! I'm warning you—don't you dare try to book the coin I bought yesterday!" Robert grew annoyed. "What's your problem? Can't we share the fun?" "I'm not joking around. Just leave this one alone. There are plenty of other coins on that site," I stated seriously. Noting my
For a moment, I was too stunned to push Eleanor away. It was not until I felt a sharp pain and heard knocking at the door that I snapped back to reality. "Dinner's ready. Come out, you two," Aunt Macy called from outside. I quickly pushed Eleanor's head away, her face flushed red as she avoided my gaze. "Coming, Aunt Macy!" I called out, trying to calm my racing heart. Eleanor glanced at me once before rushing out the door. By the time I made it to the dining room, she was already seated at the table. "What took you so long, Shawn?" Aunt Macy asked as she served me a plate. I remained composed and replied casually, "Just had to take a quick work call." Sitting across from Eleanor, I quietly ate the food Aunt Macy served. Eleanor kept her head down the entire time, her cheeks still noticeably flushed. I found myself stealing glances at her, confused by her shyness. She initiated everything, and given what she was involved in, I figured she should be more used to this. Ye