Chapter 2 Want To Strike Back At Your Ex

• Isla's POV:
• The Matthew I knew was the eldest son of the Logan family, a cold-faced lawyer, heir to the Logan Group, who was always aloof and reserved. He’d sometimes come to my studio to pick up his sister after class, always polite, always distant. Our exchanges were brief and formal—“Ms. Elaine, thanks for your hard work.” “You’re welcome, Mr. Logan.”
• Matthew was also Aiden’s college roommate. We had met at a dinner party during my freshman year, so I’d known him for years. But our relationship? We were familiar strangers.
• We only interacted during gatherings with Aiden’s roommates or law firm colleagues. This was the first time we’d been alone together, and his presence was overwhelming, making me nervous.
• Twenty minutes later, the Range Rover stopped at the Seasons Hotel.
• “Stay here,” Matthew said.
• He got out with the umbrella, walked to my side, and opened the door, holding the umbrella up for me.
• “Follow me.”
• I followed him, feeling overwhelmed by his care, like I didn’t deserve it. I felt like a burden.
• We got two rooms at the hotel. I held the key card, standing in the elevator with Matthew.
• Why did he get a room too?
• Maybe he needed to change out of his wet clothes.
• My room was 2941. His was 2942.
• I lowered my eyes, looking at his legs. His pants were half-dry, clinging to his legs, showing off their shape—well-proportioned, straight and long. Maybe it was the rain messing with my mind, but I started to mentally sketch his legs, imagining the s**y curves, the strong muscles...
• They’d be great to draw.
• “Isla.”
• Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed we’d reached our floor. Matthew stood outside the elevator, looking at me.
• His eyes were unreadable. “He’s not worth it. He is a jerk.”
• My face flushed with embarrassment.
• How could he label Aiden a jerk? It didn’t seem right.
• He thought I was thinking about Aiden, and I couldn’t correct him.
• I just looked down, heading to my room.
• Our rooms were next to each other. The hallway was quiet, the lighting dim, creating a subdued, intimate atmosphere.
• Holding our key cards, we stood at our doors, neither of us moving.
• I felt feverish, unable to shake the image of those long legs from my mind.
• I sensed Matthew watching me, but I stayed still, unsure what to do.
• I turned to face him, our eyes meeting.
• In the dim light, his face looked even more alluring.
• Matthew suddenly come up, “Ms, Eliana,Want to strike back at your ex? Choose me. ”
• We were so close that I could feel his breath on my head.
• I flushed, using the key on my hand open the room.
• Next second, we lay on the soft bed, enduring Matthew's invasive kisses, my breath ragged and heavy.
• His hand gripped my waist while the other cupped my flushed face. His dark eyes locked onto mine.
• It was the first time I called Matthew by his first name, and it made him pause for a moment. Then, he swallowed my soft lips entirely, his restrained desire unleashed that night. I thought I might be crazy, or maybe not; I was clear-headed while tangled up with him. This was probably the wildest, most rebellious thing I’d ever done.
• The room was elegantly furnished with a white bed, beige walls, a light gray carpet, and soft moonlight-white ambient lighting. Wet clothes were scattered from the door to the bed, impossible to tell whose.
• ……..
• I woke up past dawn, my whole body aching. An arm was tightly wrapped around my waist, like he was afraid I'd run away. I really did want to run.
• This was too crazy—I'd slept with my student’s brother, who was also my ex-boyfriend’s boss. If I didn't run now, when would I?
• I carefully moved Matthew's arm, inching toward the edge of the bed despite my sore hips.
• “Isla, this isn’t good,” Matthew’s deep voice suddenly broke the silence, startling me.
• His eyes were open, not sleepy but clear, like he’d been awake and just pretending.
• Seeing the marks on his collarbone, my face turned bright red, memories of our night together flooding back.
• Without thinking, I blurted, “Matthew, thank you for last night.”
• He just looked at me in silence.
• I almost bit my tongue. What nonsense was I saying? Not knowing how to face him, her voice got quieter and quieter. “It’s... it’s getting late. I... I should get up.”
• “Get up,” Matthew said lazily, “or run away?”
• Could he read minds? How did he know? I, feeling guilty, stayed silent.
• I edged closer to the side of the bed, avoiding Matthew's gaze.
• “Matthew,” I said softly, “I don't regret last night, and I won't have mess with you. But to avoid awkwardness, let's just pretend it didn't happen and never bring it up again.”
• He was still my student’s brother, after all.
• Matthew suddenly reached out and pulled my back into his arms, gripping my chin to force me looking at him.
• “So, before sex, it's mutual consent, but after, it's no strings attached?”
• I bit my lip, my eyes wide and frightened. “That’s how it is.”
• “Ms. Eliane, as a teacher, you shouldn't bully people like this.”
• His voice was both seductive and commanding. I clutched the blanket to my chest, my face flushed, and retorted, “I’m not.”
• What kind of bullying was this? He was the one who said he was useful. Now he was starting to act like he was at a loss.
• Matthew leaned in, gently biting my ear. “Did I do well last night?”