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I tried to open my mouth to speak but no words came out. His fingers found their way around as he touched me.

I wanted to get away from his grip but my body wanted this so badly, my pussy was clenched together, throbbing at his every touch.

What was I even doing here? There was a party I had planned to attend. As if to further complicate the tense atmosphere, my phone began ringing, disrupting the moment.

I reached for my phone, but Lucas's hands intercepted it first.

"Elijah, huh?" he remarked, a hint of mockery in his voice.

"Give me back my phone!" I shouted, frustration mounting within me.

"Why would I want to do that, princess?" he smirked, reveling in his power over the situation.

He answered the call and spoke into the phone, tauntingly declaring, "She's not going to the party because she's spending time with me."

I tried to snatch my phone back, but his towering height made it impossible for me to reach him. I jumped, attempting to grab it from his grasp, but he deftly evaded my desperate efforts, all while intently listening to Elijah's words.

Suddenly, Lucas's eyes turned red, his brows furrowing with anger. The rage coursed through his veins as he abruptly ended the call and tossed the phone back to me.

"Go to your boyfriend's party, and if you come back drunk, that's not my fucking problem!" he yelled, forcibly ejecting me from his room and slamming the door shut.

Confusion and frustration swirled within me. How could our connection oscillate between such intensity and rejection in a matter of moments?

"Amelia, are you there?" I heard someone call out.

I opened the front door to find Elijah and a car full of people waiting outside.

"We've been waiting for you for ages. You're still coming, right? And why didn't you mention that you're living with Lucas and Ethan?" Elijah asked, perplexed.

"I'm not sure if I still want to go. And why should I have to mention it? We're all just coexisting under the same roof, each doing our own thing," I replied, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Well, since we can all do our own thing, come on, let's go to the party. Everyone here is excited to meet the new girl," Elijah urged, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

"But why did you tell Lucas you're my boyfriend?" I inquired, seeking an explanation.

"I'll explain later, just come with us," he replied, his voice carrying a sense of urgency.

"Fine, but I don't want to stay for too long. Let me grab my bag," I said, quickly ascending the stairs to retrieve my belongings.

As I gathered my things from my room, Ethan spotted me.

"Where are you going? I thought we were going to meet on the rooftop," he stated, confusion evident in his voice.

"I'm heading to a party, and I never said I wanted to meet you on the rooftop," I responded bluntly.

"Amelia, I just want to address this once and for all. We're all living under the same roof, and I don't want things to be awkward between us. I'll wait for you after the party," Ethan said earnestly.

"Do as you please," I retorted, my voice tinged with unresolved emotions.

I joined the group in the car, filled with people and adorned with girls wearing revealing outfits akin to lingerie.

Elijah drove us to his house, a magnificent mansion that loomed in front of us. Party lights and disco lights adorned the exterior, while the sprawling pool was filled with countless people engaging in conversations and donning bikinis.

"I didn't realize you were this popular," I commented, slightly overwhelmed by the extravagant scene.

"Well, this party is open to our school, and I don't host parties every day," he explained nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Come on, let's go inside," he said, gesturing towards the lively atmosphere.

As we stepped into the party, the sight before me was a whirlwind of dancing bodies, flowing drinks, and intimate encounters. Couples were making their way to the bedrooms, while others didn't hesitate to engage in passionate moments right there on the countertops.

I closed my eyes, attempting to push thoughts of Lucas and Ethan out of my mind. I needed a distraction, and the pulsating energy of the party seemed to offer just that.

"Want a drink?" Elijah asked, breaking through my thoughts.

"Sure," I replied, feeling the need to let loose and forget, if only for a little while.

The drinks flowed freely, one leading to another, and soon enough, I found myself intoxicated.

Sluggishly, I made my way to the dance floor, surrendering to the rhythm and allowing it to carry me away. My mind spun, and my vision blurred, a result of the alcohol coursing through my veins.

And then, amidst the chaos of the party, I spotted Lucas in a corner.

"Why is he here?" I muttered, struggling to focus.

Driven by a mix of curiosity and intoxication, I stumbled my way towards him, feeling his presence pull me in.

"You're drunk, Amelia," he said softly, concern evident in his voice.

But his touch, his proximity, fueled my frustration. I pushed him away, unleashing my pent-up emotions.

"Why are you suddenly pretending to care? Didn't you make it clear that you don't give a damn about me anymore?" I shouted, a surge of anger overwhelming me.

"Amelia, I think you've had enough drinks for tonight," Lucas tried to reason.

As I continued to confront him, he made a decision, guiding me toward a nearby bedroom. With gentle hands, he laid me on the soft sheets, ensuring my comfort.

Desperate for connection and consumed by the haze of intoxication, I clung to him, pulling his shirt closer, yearning for his presence. I could feel his breath against my skin, and I pressed our heads together, seeking solace.

But then, a voice, tinged with an unfamiliar tone, reached my ears.

"Amelia, I'm not Lucas. If you continue like this, I can't control myself," the person cautioned.

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