Chapter 41: I Want Him, Not You

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: I Want Him, Not You

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" he yelled, bolting upright and pulling the robe tightly around himself. "How the hell did you get into my room?!"

Jasmine stumbled from the sudden push, catching herself against the edge of the mattress, but she didn’t look startled or ashamed. Instead, a slow, predatory smile crept onto her face.

Elisha reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. The warm light flooded the room, illuminating Jasmine from head to toe.

She slowly stood up straight, allowing the warm light to reveal her outfit.

She was wearing a transparent lace nightwear garment that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Every contour of her body was on full display, her pink nipples visible through the delicate fabric, the smooth slope of her hips, and the bare, stark reality that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all, leaving her most intimate parts fully exposed to his disbelieving eyes.

Slowly, Jasmine began to sway her hips, undulating in a slow, hypnotic rhythm as she took a provocative step back toward the bed, biting her lower lip.

Elisha stared at her, his anger deepening. "I asked you a question. How the hell did you get into my room?"

"Calm down, Eli," she purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Your mother let me in. She said I should forgive you for breaking up with me, that you’ve been working so hard and only ended things because of stress. She invited me over tonight. Said you needed a little company... and honestly, looking at you right now, she wasn’t wrong. I always thought your cock didn’t work, that something was wrong with it. But the second I grabbed it and felt it start to harden... I realized it’s perfectly fine. You definitely need me."

"Get the hell away from me!" Elisha roared, his stomach turning with revulsion.

Jasmine ignored him and continued moving toward him. Before she could get any closer, Elisha threw off the duvet, surged forward, and shoved her hard in the chest again, sending her staggering backward with a sharp gasp.

"You are completely, disgustingly insane! Get out of my room before I throw you out the damn window!"

Jasmine pouted, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and stubborn defiance. "Why are you acting like this? We’re supposed to be together—"

"I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last person on earth!" Elisha snapped, his chest heaving with rage as he pulled his silk robe tight and tied the belt in a vicious knot.

"Come on, Eli," Jasmine purred, stepping closer as she ran her hands down the lace clinging to her waist, intentionally exaggerating the curve of her hips. "Look at my body. I’m completely naked right in front of you, just waiting for you to take me... Are you really saying you don’t like what you see?"

Elisha didn’t even look down at her exposed body. Instead, he wrinkled his nose, lifting a hand to cover his face as if a foul odor had suddenly filled the room. He scoffed, his eyes cold with utter revulsion as he looked her up and down.

"Come on, Jasmine... you stink," Elisha said, his voice dripping with venomous disgust. "Haven’t you showered in days? The stench coming off you is unbearable."

Jasmine’s jaw dropped, her face flushing with humiliation. "Elisha! How dare you speak to me like that?!"

"You must have completely lost your fucking mind to think you ever stood a chance with me," Elisha shot back. He rose from the bed and stepped into her space, his towering, intimidating presence making her instinctively flinch. "You walking infection. You actually had the nerve to go behind my back and call my mother, telling her I have erectile dysfunction, when the truth is, you’re just a desperate, pathetic piece of trash trying to force yourself on me! Do you have no shame at all?"

Jasmine stared at him, her lower lip trembling violently. She opened her mouth to snap back, but the cruelty in his eyes left her choked up, unable to find a single word to defend herself.

"No real man will ever want someone like you," Elisha continued, his tone dangerously quiet, cutting her down to the bone. "You genuinely disgust me, Jasmine. I have made it crystal clear over and over again that I don’t want you, yet here you are, crawling into my bed like a shameless whore."

Jasmine swallowed hard, tears of anger and embarrassment welling in her eyes. Her hands shook as she clutched at the fabric of her nightwear, trying desperately to salvage whatever pride she had left.

"You’re lying!" she spat, her voice trembling with spite. "I know you’re gay, Elisha! Because no straight man alive would look at a woman like me, completely exposed, standing right here—and not get rock hard! You’re defective!"

Elisha didn’t flinch. He didn’t blink. A cold, ruthless smile spread across his face as he took one final step toward her, looking down at her like she was nothing more than dirt on his shoe.

"So what if I am?" Elisha sneered. "Yeah, I’m gay. I don’t like women, and I especially despise cheap, pathetic women like you. Now get the fuck out of my room, you slut. You fucking leftover whore."

Jasmine flinched, her eyes burning with angry, humiliated tears, but a bitter smirk suddenly twisted across her face. "You wouldn’t have felt irritated if it was Henry in your bed, would you?"

Elisha didn’t even hesitate. His expression hardened at the mention of Henry’s name. "That’s right," he shot back, his voice dropping into a dangerous, protective tone. "Because Henry actually carries himself with class. He would never do something disgusting and dirty like this. He’s immaculate. He smells like heaven. And have you ever even looked at him? His skin, his eyes, his body, his face—Jasmine, you don’t even come close. You stand zero chance against him."

Jasmine’s jaw dropped. She stood frozen, completely unable to believe that Elisha could openly and proudly praise a man of his own gender right in front of her.

"And if you think I’m gay because of him... yes, I am," Elisha declared, refusing to hide it for another second. "I want him, not you. Now get the fuck out of my room."

Stunned into silence, Jasmine turned sharply on her heel and marched toward the door.

"Hey," Elisha snapped.

Jasmine stopped and glanced back over her shoulder, a flicker of pathetic hope crossing her face.

"Let this be the last time you ever do something like this," Elisha warned, his voice cold and firm. "I never want to see you again. Stay away from me."

A bitter laugh escaped Jasmine’s lips. "You’ll regret losing a woman like me, Elisha! No woman will ever love you the way I do!"

"Just get out," Elisha barked, pointing toward the door.

Jasmine glared at him for a moment before grabbing the doorknob and yanking the door open. Without another word, she stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her.

The room fell silent.

Elisha slowly sank onto the edge of the bed, the anger on his face fading as the weight of everything that had happened finally caught up with him. A tear slipped down his cheek.

The betrayal hurt more than he wanted to admit, not only because of what Jasmine had done tonight, but because of the realization that his own family, especially his mother, had been behind it.

Sniffing back his emotions, Elisha reached for his phone...