I accidentally got drugged and ended up in bed with my nemesis for twenty-four hours straight. Afterward, my friend asked how it was. To save face, I bluffed: "All looks, no substance. I didn't feel a thing, and it was over." My nemesis just happened to overhear me. With a smirk, he dragged me back to that same hotel room. He pressed me down, slowly removed his hearing aids, and mouthed the words: "If I take these off, I won't stop." "Don't cry and beg for mercy like last night." "Anyway... I can't hear you." 1 Riiip— I tore Julian's custom-made shirt in half. Lying on top of him, my fingers traced erratic paths over his abs, eliciting low pants from him. Just as I reached for his belt, he grabbed my hand, signing frantically. I barely made out that he was saying no. "Damn it, Julian! Do you want me to die here?!" "I'm like this, and you still won't touch me? Is it because you can't get it up?!" "If you can't, get me another man!" I started sobbing. Who knew I'd get drugged at a gala? And this drug was potent—it burned away all my reason. If I didn't get relief soon, I felt like I would explode. Julian paused, his sharp Adam's apple bobbing. He signed again. He asked: "You won't regret this?" I lost my patience, propped myself up, and kissed him hard. "If you're a man, just do it! Why so much talk?!" 2 I woke up the next day aching all over, my throat dry as sandpaper. Holding my waist, I tried to get up for water, but my eyes landed on Julian sleeping beside me. He was asleep, hair messy, neck covered in visible scratches and hickeys. It was a scene of debauchery. Especially the large bite marks on his chest. My breath hitched, brain spinning. Who am I? Where am I? What did I do? Who is this man? Then came the internal scream. Holy crap! I slept with my nemesis, Julian, for a whole day and night!!! Ignoring the shame, I threw on my clothes and fled the room on trembling legs. Back home, my parents, who had been searching for me, looked me over and sighed in relief seeing I was safe. "Oh, Chloe, have you seen our Julian?" Before I could recover, a voice cut in, making me shiver. It was Julian's mother. I looked up and saw Julian's parents in my living room. They looked like they'd been there for hours. His mom couldn't hide her worry. "That boy disappeared right after the gala last night." "We checked the cameras. You left together." "Why did only you come back?" Meeting her gaze, my heart tightened, and my eyes darted away guiltily. Of course I knew where Julian was. I was just rolling in the sheets with him. If our parents found out, they'd definitely try to set us up. But Julian is my nemesis. We can't be together. Besides, yesterday was just an accident. 3 While I was wracking my brain for an excuse, Julian's mom's eyes lit up. She rushed behind me. "Julian—" As soon as she spoke, a heavy, sharp gaze landed on my back, scraping like a knife. I turned stiffly to find Julian looking at me. He signed that he was fine, then lifted his eyelids to look at me. He signed: "Why... did... you... leave... first?" He looked just like last night when I was on top of him, and he tirelessly signed, asking if the pressure was okay. Memories flooded back. I turned and fled upstairs. Back in my room, I locked myself in the bathroom and dunked my head in water to wash away the explicit images. "Chloe Vance, stop thinking about X-rated stuff!" I forced myself to calm down. So what if I slept with Julian? No big deal. Julian surely wouldn't care. He probably felt disgusted. Just pretend nothing happened. Like how he used to distance himself from me. 4 Julian and I were childhood sweethearts. Our families lived close, so we were inseparable. Back then, Julian's hearing was fine. He didn't need hearing aids. Every day after school, I'd run to find him, and he'd patiently play with me. Until we were ten. Julian got a high fever. Delayed treatment left him with hearing loss. He had to wear hearing aids. From that day on, the gentle boy changed. He became moody. He became silent, withdrawn, locking himself in his room, refusing treatment. I tried to cheer him up, but he'd throw things, throw tantrums, and yell at me to go away. Even at that age, I could feel it clearly. He didn't want to see me. He rejected me. But I'm stubborn. The more he pushed me away, the more I showed up, challenging him on everything. As we grew up, he kept distancing himself. So he became my nemesis. 5 I hid at home for three days. My best friend, Penny, kept trying to get me out, but I refused. It wasn't that I didn't want to go out; my waist felt like it had been snapped by Julian. Julian is nearly 6'3", broad shoulders, narrow waist, arms bulging with muscle. He could lift my 100-pound frame with one hand. That night, he pinned me against the wall with one arm, pushing my body to its limits again and again. And he still wouldn't let me go, dragging me to different spots in the room. I suspect he's addicted. On the fourth day, when I recovered a bit, I accepted Penny's invite. The moment we met, she asked what happened between me and Julian. "Spill it! What's going on? He's been asking me about you non-stop." Julian asking about me? My first reaction was disbelief. He's avoided me for years. Shouldn't he be avoiding me like the plague? But under Penny's interrogation, I confessed we slept together. "WHAT?! YOU SLEPT WITH—" Penny looked shocked, her voice rising dangerously. I covered her mouth just in time to avoid alerting the whole bar. "Chloe, you've got skills. Sleeping with Julian?" "So, how was he? Was it intense?" Penny elbowed me, grinning mischievously. My face turned crimson. I didn't want to admit it, but Julian was... good. The communication was the only issue. Sometimes things got too intense, and his hearing aids would fly off. No matter how much I begged, he wouldn't stop. I ended up clinging to his ear, sobbing broken pleas for mercy.
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