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Eliza

One Week Later

Two whole weeks and not one fucking message.

Who does that? Who moves someone into their fucking house and then ignores them like this?

I get we aren’t dating or anything, but fuck.

You’d think with me running their fucking company that they would at least call to see if the building is still standing.

Ryan is just as pissed off because they haven’t even mentioned me.

He has wanted to say something a few times, but I told him not to worry about it.

They are probably living it up with Erica.

It will be interesting to see how they act when they come back.

Although, they are going to get a rude awakening when I quit.

I haven’t found a new job yet, but I am looking for one.

I can’t separate my feelings for them from work any longer.

I can’t pretend I don’t like them, because I do.

I am setting myself up to get my heart broken, and I am not doing it.

I never went back to Troy because I want to heal.

That means it would be stupid to beg for the attention of two men who clearly do not respect me.

Every part of me wants to be a petty bitch and have them come home to a disaster of a home, but I can’t do that.

The house is pristine, mostly because I stay in the guest room.

Everything in this fucking house reminds me of them, and it makes me angrier by the day.

I stopped trying to message them a few days ago when they still hadn’t read a single one of my messages.

If they have listened to any of the voicemails, they know I am angry at them.

Not that I think they give a fuck, though.

It is late, and my eyes are burning from how long I have been reading, so I change into a T-shirt with just panties on before shutting the light off and crawling into bed.

At first, I think I might actually fall asleep, but I don’t.

Instead, I toss and turn until I give up and stare at the ceiling.

Over time, my eyes get heavy, and I doze off.

I am startled awake when the blanket is suddenly yanked off my body. It’s dark, but I make out two figures in the room. I let out a bloodcurdling scream when I try to move away, but my ankle is grabbed.

“Stop!” I scream and try to wiggle free from their grasp. I feel as though my eyes are playing tricks on me when he gets closer, and I recognize Julian.

“Juli, stop! Wait. Please wait,” I scream at him as he and Calder make fast work of getting my clothes off.

“Scream louder, kitten. No one can hear you,” Julian chuckles as he forces my legs apart and kneels between them.

“Juli, please. Please, stop. Just slow down,” I beg, trying not to sob.

I don’t understand what is happening right now.

They go two weeks without saying a single word to me and then come home to do this?

Julian ignores my pleas for him to stop, and my heart sinks when Calder tosses him a bottle of lube.

“I’ve been waiting to feel this pussy for two weeks, kitten,” Julian says as he pushes two fingers into my pussy.

“Juli. Wait. Please,” I choke out as he pushes deeper.

My body immediately betrays me when he starts to fuck me with his hand, and I let out a small moan.

A mix of feelings flood my body, but I am so damn confused.

Why would they do this? Why not just talk to me?

After six years, you’d think this could at least be a conversation, right?

“You keep saying no, kitten, but I don’t believe you,” Julian says. When he starts to pull his jeans down, tears finally break free, and I start crying. I never thought they would do this to me. I have wanted this from them for so long, but not like this.

By the time Julian has his clothes off, I am fighting hard, trying to get away from him. When he leans into me, I start hitting his chest and trying to push him away. I am no match for his strength, though. He pauses for a second to position himself before surging his cock into me.

“Fuck!” I scream out as my back arches off the bed. He is fucking huge, and his cock stretches me wide as each bar of his piercing is forced inside of me.

“Fuuuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” Julian groans.

“Please stop,” I beg. “Please, I don’t want this. Not like this. Please, Juli.”

“Shhh. Let me use this tight little cunt,” he says with a soft voice as he starts to rock his hips and fuck me deep.

I continue trying to push him away as I cry, but he quickens his pace to the point that he is railing into me.

My body is responding, and I can’t stop the noises that flood out of me.

“Juli, please,” I groan.

“Be a good girl and take my cock,” he grunts, slamming in deeper. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”

“Please stop. Please,” I beg when I feel the pressure building to an impossibly high peak. I am about to come, and I can’t make it stop. “Please, I don’t want to come. Please, Juli.”

Julian chuckles as he hooks his arm behind my knee and starts ramming into me harder and harder.

It’s all too much, and I can’t stop the loud, unhinged moans that come out when my orgasm explodes out of me.

He drops my legs so he can lean into me again and rest on his elbows over top of me as he continues to rail into me.

When I open my eyes for a second, our gaze locks. I try to turn away, but he grabs my face and instantly stops. The look on his face is not evil or menacing; it’s confusion.

“Please get off me, Juli,” I whimper. “Please.”

Julian sits up and I practically throw myself off the bed so I can run out of the room and into the bathroom. I don’t bother trying to keep them out. I am sobbing so hard that all I can do is drop down in front of the toilet as I start throwing up.