DESIRED (BWWM)

Possession Or Obsession?

Renee's POV

You are mine.

The words that Elijah spoke to me keeps playing over and over again in my head.

My knees are to my chest and I'm sitting on my bed as my mind plays over his words. After our conversation in the kitchen Elijah left me alone to my thoughts.

I stumbled into my room with my body humming, my panties wet and my heart feeling very very oh so very confused.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. Letting him kiss me like that. He makes me want to forget about everything, like the fact that he's my stepfather and I'm only seventeen.

Sighing, I stand up and begin pacing my room, tugging on a few curls.

When he placed his lips on mine it felt good, no it felt awesome and I knew that it was wrong yet I didn't stop him. I let him steal my first kiss and I didn't even care about the consequences.

My body felt so hot and it felt so good to not worry about anything other than his lips moving on mine.

You are mine.

That's what he said. What the hell is that even supposed to mean? I'm not anyone's property! and I can't be his, he's married to my mother for heavens sake.

Oh God my mom!

I just kissed my mother's husband and here I am worrying about me. What kind of daughter kisses her mother's husband?

You're in some deep shit Renée some deep deep shit.

***

It's a little after twelve and my mother still hasn't shown up and I would be lieing if I said I'm not happy about that.

I don't know how I'm going to face her and I'm just really happy I don't have to worry about that just yet.

I'm sitting on the sofa flipping through shows on Netflix and texting Mia at the same time. My hair is still damp from the shower I took and I leave it out as it air-dries.

I nearly jump out of my skin when it starts ringing and I stare at it for a full minute before snapping out of my trance.

Elijah is calling me. Why is Elijah calling me.

My heart drops and my insides starts doing gymnastics.

I take a deep breath before answering the call.
"Renée?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?" He asks and I hear a little squeak as if he just pushed back on a chair.

"You're calling to ask me what I'm doing?" I ask with raised eyebrows and he laughs.
"Si. Is that weird?" He questions and I shrug my shoulders even though he can't see me.

"I'm texting Mia and I'm watching," I stop talking to see what's playing on the television before continuing. "Worst Cooks In America,"
I say and he hums.

"Is your mother home?"  He asks and my stomach turns at the mention of my mother.

"No. No she's not home yet," Elijah sighs and I can almost guarantee he's running his hands through his hair right now.

"Angie didn't come today," I inform him, changing the subject.
"Yeah I know she had a thing," he tells me and I don't say anything, I already knew why she didn't come today anyway.

"Elijah we have to talk about this," I say trying for a serious tone. "About what?" He asks, his voice smug.

"About what happened this morning"
"And what happened this morning Renée?"
"Elijah you know what happened," I growl getting frustrated.