OLIVIA
The room felt heavy with the aftermath of our s*x, a mixture of tangled sheets and lingering emotions. As I dressed in front of Ely, I couldn't shake the unease that gnawed at my conscience. I had allowed myself to be swept away by passion, to lose sight of the promises I had made and the path I had chosen.
"Get out of my house, Ely," I commanded, my voice more resolute than the tumult within me.
Ely's lips curled into a knowing smirk, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "And why would I? I just want to spend more time with you," he replied, his tone unnervingly composed.
I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling up within me. "Ely, why did you do this? You can't just barge inside my home and have s*ex with me!"
His expression darkened, as if he was taken aback by my outburst.
