Jayden
I stepped out of the taxi and ignored my stepsisters, heading straight to my hostel. I trudged upstairs, my mind preoccupied. As I reached my door, I noticed it wasn’t locked.
I distinctly remembered locking it before leaving. A shiver ran down my spine as I pushed the door open slowly, caution etched on my face. When I finally entered, I saw Yvonne sitting on the bed.
“Yvonne?” I called out, my brows arched.
She sprang up from the bed, worry etched on her face. As she saw me, her expression transformed into a bright smile. Then, she rushed to me, throwing her arms around my waist in a tight hug.
I gently pushed her away, my eyes narrowing. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
“I missed you so much,” Yvonne said, trying to hug me again.
But I shifted back, my frustration growing. “Hold on, how did you get in here?”
She looked sheepish, responding. “I actually stole a key from you. I’m really sorry, but I just couldn’t bear not having it. I’m your girlfriend, after all.”
“Can you leave?” I sighed, exasperated. “I want to be alone right now.”
However, her face crumpled, and she started crying so loud and hard that I feared people would hear and get the wrong idea.
“What is it now?” I asked in a whisper, trying to placate her. “Why the hell are you crying?”
“You didn’t even call me,” she sobbed. “You didn’t text me or tell me you were leaving. You left on Friday, and this is Monday. I got no text from you, nothing. I was so worried. I called you, but you didn’t even pick up. You didn’t even reply to my messages.”
I rubbed my temples, feeling guilty, and let out another sigh, a deeper and louder one. By my face, one could see how exhausted I was.
“I know I’m at fault, and I’m really sorry about that. I had some… little family issues I was trying to resolve.”
“So, have you solved your family issues?” she asked, her face laced with worry.
I nodded. “Yeah, I have. Anyway, please, can you just leave now? I really need to be alone and rest.”
Yvonne’s expression remained resolute. “No, I won’t leave. I’m going to stay here with you.”
“Do as you wish then,” I gritted. “Don’t just disturb my rest.”
Just as I was about to head to the bed, Yvonne grabbed my face and smashed her lips against mine, kissing me deeply. I was taken aback, but soon I found myself getting lost in the kiss, returning it with equal passion.
That’s when the door swung open, breaking the spell. I pulled away, opened my eyes, and turned to face the door. My stepsister, Allison, stood there, her eyes wide with shock and her jaw dropped.
She quickly composed herself, bowing down with apologies. “I’m really sorry,” she muttered before turning around and rushing out.
I followed suit, excusing myself and chasing after her. I shut the door behind me and caught up with her, who was still hurrying down the hallway.
When I grabbed her hand, she yanked it away, apologizing profusely. “You should go back to her; she’s probably waiting. Sorry for the interference.”
I gave her a cold, stern look, grabbed her hand again, and started walking away with her, pulling her along. I pulled Allison to the staircase at the back of the hostel, a route rarely used by anyone. The door leading to it was usually locked, casting the area in a dim, eerie light.
Then, I slammed Allison against the wall, her eyes darting around in surprise. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion.
“Why did you suddenly leave?” I demanded, my eyes narrowing.
Allison laughed. “What do you mean by that question? Did you expect me to stand there and watch you kiss your girlfriend? It makes no sense. I had to leave, of course.”
I glared at her, my lips curling into a snarl. I leaned in, about to kiss her, but she turned her head away.
“Don’t expect me to kiss those lips that just touched hers a few seconds ago,” she spat, her voice venomous. “It’s not possible. Over my dead body.”
I grabbed Allison’s chin aggressively, turning her face to meet mine. “Is that so?” I asked, my voice icy and my eyes locked on hers.
She nodded, her voice firm. “Yes. Now, let me go or I’ll scream.”
I held her in place, my hands trapping her against the wall. “Why did you come to my room in the first place?” I demanded.
Allison’s expression turned cold. “I don’t want to explain anything to you, Jayden. Just forget about it and forget that I even came here.”
She tried to push me away, but I didn’t budge. “Can you please let me go and take your hands off my chin?” she asked, her voice rising. “I don’t want to scream.”
But I didn’t care. I crashed my lips against hers, my legs pinning hers against the wall.
“Scream,” I whispered against her moving lips. “Scream, baby, I want to hear you fucking scream.”
As I kissed her, my hands held her face fiercely, my fingers digging into her skin. I grasped her chin, my eyes blazing with intensity.
She eventually pushed me off, slapping me hard across the face. My head spun, and I looked back at her, noticing her ragged breathing. My lower lip throbbed in pain, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood. It was clear she had bitten me, but I refused to release her.
“Allison, it seems you’ve forgotten,” I began, my voice steady, “but let me remind you.”
She glared at me, her fingers parted, poised to scratch my lips.
“You. Are. Mine,” I growled, my voice low and possessive. “Your body is fucking mine. You know what that means? You can’t stay away from me. You can’t leave me. I won’t let you! I hope you haven’t forgotten you were the same person that committed yourself to me, dearest sex partner.”
Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at me. “You’re really crazy, aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice trembling.