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𝐄 𝐋 𝐈 𝐉 𝐀 𝐇 • 𝐉 𝐎 𝐇 𝐍 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍

I had no idea what I was doing, but deep down I knew this was wrong, what. I'm doing is totally wrong and I can't even blame the alcohol. Because I'm the one who drank every ounce of it.

I pull away from Jayden which parts her lips away from my neck, this sensation feels good, yet so wrong and forbidden.

"What's wrong?" She asks, almost trying to gain back her breath, I know she doesn't want this either, which is what is also making this wrong.

She connects her lips back onto mine, trying to let her tongue in on her own accord. I pull away once more as her hands try and fiddle with the buttons of my shirt.

"This can't happen Jay." I admit and sigh, I know I'm under the influence of alcohol but I'm a good person, I don't use people, I don't take advantage of them. That's not who I am.

"What do you mean? Why?" She asks and folds her arms like a young child who can't have sweets or chocolate. She stands up from the counter and is now standing in front of me trying to intimidate me.

"Jay-" I try to talk but am interrupted by her voice.

"-No, you're not interested and don't think I'm worthy of your time." Shock and anger runs through my veins.

"Did I say that?" I growl and stare at her, she sighs and looks away from me.

"Did I?" I repeat, demanding a response in which I don't get, I'm trying to understand where this is all coming from but I can't.

"Just because I don't give you pleasure it doesn't mean you're not worth my time." I huff and run my fingers through my hair and walk away from her.

"You know what Jayden, we should've never made this stupid deal." I admit and look at Jayden, I know deep down I may not mean the words but at the moment the alcohol is spilling a small truth in the lie.

"Stupid deal?" She huffs and rolls her eyes at me.

"You shouldn't have been there in the first place!" She exclaims and raises her voice at me, I look at her and walk closer until there is hardly any space between us two.

"You can't tell me Jayden. That this is what you want." I move my hand between us two and I look down at her.

She stays silent which is exactly the answer I'm looking for.

"That's exactly what I thought Jayden, we don't even like one another, we're not doing all of this sexual business." I add and walk away from her.

"You're just scared." She fires back, scared of what exactly?

"Of what?"

"You're a virgin Elijah that's why, an old virgin." Now I know the alcohol is talking, her bitchy side has come out which hasn't in awhile.

"And you'd know, how?" I add and smirk, but she doesn't know how to answer. Because she doesn't. She knows nothing about me other than the fact I have a sister and an ill mum, she's done her research knowing I'm an old doctor.

She mutters under her breath but I allow her to save it, I open the chalet door and close it right behind me leaving her alone in the wooded space. I sigh as soon as the fresh air hits my lungs I pick up the alcohol bottles as well as the glasses and walk to the mansions kitchen.

I place the items on the side and sigh as I pour myself a large glass of water, I felt the coldness arise and the breeze go down my neck as the garden door opened.

"Elijah?" Her soft voice broke me from my thoughts, I sighed and turned the tap off and stopped the water from running.

"Save it Jayden." I announce and leave her again, downstairs in the kitchen while I head up the stairs holding the banister as my support. I sigh as I hear Olivia moving around in her bed, the rustling sound echoed to the hallway which only made me want to investigate. I opened Olivia's door wider and watched as her not so peaceful body slept. I sigh and watch as her eyes flutter open along with the sweat on her forehead running down to her cheeks.

"You okay?" I whisper. I know there is still alcohol in my system and Liv can probably smell it from here, but I push all of that aside when it comes to family.

"I'm scared." She adds and looks around the room.

"Why?" I ask quietly, she sighs and sits up on her bed.

"I heard banging on my window." I look and stand up to face her window, I watch as a twig is scratching along the see-through surface.

I stuck my hand out of the window and snapped it with my bare hand, watching as the fragments fall to the ground outside.

"All fixed." I add and earn a small smile from my sister.

"Thank you, but Elijah..." I turn to face her before I begin to open the door and leave her so she can go back to sleep but she calls me with a worried look still painted on her face.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" She asks and I chuckle.

"Okay." I add. I move the chair next to the door closer to her bed and there she lays down and faces me, I close the door tightly and allow the light to thin. I rest my head back against the back of the chair and chuckle as I hear the light snores forming from my little sister who has instantly fallen asleep in my presence.

I look at her and see her peaceful face laying comfortably on the expensive pillows that Jayden owns. My mind travels and memories and flashbacks play in my mind, I have no idea what happened, but what I do know is that I won't be drinking that much alcohol with anyone again. I sigh and close my eyes up tight, trying to ensure that my body can now rest even though it's three o'clock.

𝐉 𝐀 𝐘 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 • 𝐄 𝐕 𝐀 𝐍 𝐒

I feel ever so stupid, this isn't what we both want, it's what I want to get over this stupid arrangement with my family, with Jonas...

I lay back against my pillow and watch as the ceiling fan spins so slowly, I sigh and try and take in deep breaths for my stupidity. I've got to know better than that, he's not the type to take advantage of some girls. Use them to pleasure himself. He isn't like that at all and if he ever did do anything like that with anyone, it would be with someone kind, smart... 'normal'. I toss and I turn but I decide to just take my whole dress off and leave it on the floor, I took my bra and pant set off along with it and also placed it on the floor on top of my dress.

I turned on my left hand side and began to breathe heavier. My eyes got heavy and trying to keep them open was almost torture. I closed them tight, not witnessing any light come through.

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The morning arose too quickly, I was tired... Exhausted in fact. A knock emerged on my door and all I did was ignore. I couldn't be bothered with the day, everything was so much effort and I could hardly pull myself together.

"Jayden!" A stern voice shouted, I roll my eyes and force myself to sit up.

"I'm just showering and I'll be down." I reply back to my father who leaves the other side of the door. I go to the en-suite and ensure that every section of skin is cleaned and the memories have been erased.

I get in the shower and turn the knob, allowing the hot water flow down onto my head and down my spine, I smile in satisfaction when I can feel my back being pulled down with the heavier weight of my hair being pulled down along with it. I use the body wash and scrape the lotion over my body, layering my skin with the scented product. I wash myself off and allow the bubbles to remove themselves from my skin.

I look up to the ceiling and felt the rush of warmth travel to the ends of my hair, I run the shampoo through my scalp, tugging at it slightly as I get every root possible. I run the mixture down to the ends of my hair and slowly wash it out with the water, I probably use too much shampoo and conditioner, but does it really matter?

I finish off by adding my conditioner to my hair and letting it sit for a few minutes while I quickly shave my legs. I grunt and groan when I can't reach the areas that need to be sorted.

Finally finishing was great, my legs were now soft and I was now clean, however, the shower didn't remove any of my memories that I had. My headache had returned for revenge as I sigh and try and find some clothes while I'm standing in my cotton towel.

My two o'clock memories tried to come back and haunt me. And they did pretty well.

All I tried to do in the end was apologise to Elijah, but I couldn't even get a word in. He was angry... Not even that, he was hurt. I hurt him with my dangerous tongue.

Guilt consumes my body and I already feel awkward as it is, I haven't even seen him this morning and I already feel this way. I have no motivation and my headache is only getting worse as the minutes go by.

I decide to wear my favourite pair of black leggings along with a simple black top, my clothing choice matched exactly how I felt... Shit.

I sigh and shove my wet hair up in a messy bun– allowing it to save me from even more frustration.

I look at myself and my appearance in the mirror one more time and almost feel careless. My hair is a mess, I haven't put a lot into my complexion today and my clothes... Let's not go there. I'm dreading the day as it is and it's only eight o'clock.