The Window He Couldn’t Climb Back Through

Chapter 4

2,169 words

While showering that night, I saw myself in the bathroom mirror.

There were still obvious hickeys on my chest.

Memories of last night flooded back to me uncontrollably.

I shook my head hard, forcing myself to forget everything about last night.

Then I found the roughest washcloth and scrubbed my skin over and over until my whole body turned red.

I clumsily tried to wash away this most unbearable memory of my life.

Sure enough, Chase did not send me any more messages.

I mocked myself, wondering what I was still expecting.

I fell asleep in a blur through my tears.

Early the next morning, while I was still fast asleep, I suddenly felt in my dream that someone was chasing me.

I woke with a start.

But when I opened my eyes, what I saw was a familiar jaw and Adam's apple.

It was Chase, lying beside my bed.

I glanced at the pushed-open window, realizing he had broken into my room through my window again.

Seeing that I was awake, Chase stroked my face with his hand.

I hurriedly turned my head away and pushed him off.

"What are you doing in my room again?"

Chase froze for a second, then laughed at me.

"Why are you still shy?"

I sat up in bed, put some distance between us, and pointed at the window.

"Get out!"

Not only did Chase not move, he asked me with a playful grin:

"Why didn't you text me back yesterday?"

I opened my phone, and he really had sent me a message at one in the morning.

"Did you take the emergency contraception?"

Looking at that cold message, I said sarcastically:

"Don't worry. I took a whole box. I'm more afraid than you are of getting pregnant with your bastard."

Chase's jaw tightened, and his expression darkened.

But very quickly, he gave a playful smile again.

"What? Are you mad at me? How about we do it again as my apology?"

He took a condom out of his pocket.

"This time I'll remember to wear one."

Then he pulled me closer and reached into my nightgown.

A tingling sensation ran through me, but I quickly came back to my senses and struggled desperately.

But at five foot three, I was no match for this six-foot-three man.

"Chase, what exactly do you want?"

"Is playing with me and humiliating me the only joy in your life?"

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