As soon as the door behind her closed, she rushed into the elevator. If she wanted to make it home on time to get in enough sleep for tomorrow, she needed to rush. And she sure as hell didn't plan on sleeping over at her mum's.

Quickly leaving the apartment building, she went back into her car.

If her mother wanted her home today, then that was what she would do, no questions asked.

The sky had almost completely darkened, another indicator that she should just go to bed and deal with this tomorrow but she wouldn't dare disobey her mother. Plus she liked driving in the dark. It calmed her in some strange way.

Putting the keys in the ignition, she turned on the car and began to pull out of the parking lot. She pulled out into the road and began to drive.

Thankfully, her mother didn't live too far from where she did, maybe half an hour or even less so it wasn't too much of a hassle. But even if it was, it wouldn't have changed anything; she would still go.

She had expected the nap that she had taken not too long ago in her car to attenuate her drowsiness but if anything, it seemed to make her even more exhausted than she was before.

She focused on the road as she drove, forcing her heavy eyelids to stay open. Minutes went by and before she knew it, half an hour had already passed she was already driving through the familiar streets that were all too dear to her childhood. It was dark so there wasn't much to see but the familiarity brought a wistful smile to her lips.

It had been almost a year since she had even been around here and she had to admit, it did make her feel homesick.

Finally arriving at her house, she pulled up into the driveway. She noticed a white car already parked in the driveway that wasn't her mum's. Her mother would never get the colour white for a car. She was too lazy to clean her car often so white would be the last colour she would even consider getting.

Sighing, she pulled her key out of the ignition and got out of the car, deciding to ignore the white car completely as she shut her car door behind her. Walking up to the front door, she reached to knock on the door but to find it to be already open. Frowning, she pushed open the door and walked inside.

How could someone just leave their front door open like that?

The house was pitch black with not a single light on. Reaching for the lights off to the side of the wall, she fumbled to find them before turning them on as the lights flickered on.

She had expected her mum to be in the house waiting for her but the deadly silence seemed to prove otherwise.

The greeting Thea received when she returned to her childhood home after a year was the furthest thing from pleasant. Although she was one to hold high expectations which were often never reached by the people she surrounded herself with, she never anticipated this.

She slowly took another step into the house, her mouth slightly agape at the view before her. All kinds of emotions pulsed through her and she wasn't sure how to react.

The leather couch in the living room was ripped open, the inside padding was on display. It was decorated with holes; so many that it was hard to keep count.

The once memorable living room wall was now completely covered with graffiti of a naked woman with her privates covered in red spray paint. The expensive TV that belonged across the couch was now gone and nowhere to be seen.

She could feel the anger boiling at the pit of her stomach. When she lived in this small place she had once called home, she had spent her sweet time and money on the 50-inch flat-screen TV that was now gone.

Who could've...

To say that she was shocked would've been the understatement of the year.

But the cherry on top was the trash all over the floor. There were dozens of pizza boxes, used tissues, chip bags, crumbs, etc. And she was so fed up with it all.

She knew that her mum wouldn't trash the place like this but was it possible that someone else was living here with her?

Thea closed the front door behind her and slowly walked into the house, avoiding stepping on anything, which happened to be much harder than she had expected.

She didn't expect there to be balloons, presents, or a surprise party waiting for her but they could've at least cleaned up the house... right?

As she walked closer to the torn-up couch, she noticed something was sticking out the bottom of it. Reaching down, she picked it up, out of pure curiosity.

Holding the thing with only two fingers, she kept it as far away as possible, her face scrunching up in disgust.

It was a sock. A crusty one.

Her eyes widened and her face drained of colour once she began to realize what it was. Immediately letting go of the dirty sock, she stepped away as it fell to the floor with a silent thud. Eyeing it in repulsion, she grimaced.

Whose sock was that? The last time she checked, no one else other than her mum lived here.

She glanced around the house, noticing that every bit of the house was an absolute mess. Where was she?

Plucking her phone out from her back pocket, she called her mum, pressing the phone to her ear as it rang. Tapping her foot, she waited as the fifth rang passed and she began to realize that her mother was not going to pick up the phone. After the sixth ring, the voicemail came on.

"Sorry, can't get to the phone right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

Thea sighed before shoving her phone back in her pocket. It was her mum who had invited her and she wasn't even home. Maybe that was her cue to leave this shit hole for another year but she chose to ignore it.

She began to walk towards her room, near the back of the house. Making sure not to step on anything, she walked through the clutter and trash, finally making it to her bedroom.

She could feel a wave of reminiscence wash through her as she traced the sparkly blue letters on her door.

Thea and Hannah's room.

The letters were beginning to peel and the edges were already ripped. She used to share a room with her younger sister, Hannah, back when they were young but now her sister has long gone to God knows where.

She reached for the doorknob, twisting it before opening the door.

A wide smile grew on her face once she realized that the room wasn't completely trashed like the rest of the house. Everything in the room was untouched and left as it was.

She slowly walked in.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she began to recall memories of this house. The place used to be a home to her in a sense that wasn't understandable to most people, even her. Home was a place where you felt safe, protected, and surrounded by the ones you loved. Except none of that was true.

She blew out a low exhale, leaning against the doorframe as she took in the memory-enriched room.

The dark oak bunk bed, with carvings that she had carved when she was just a toddler. In the corner of the room were books stacked to the brim because her mother never had the heart to buy them a proper bookshelf. The white desk in the other corner of the room was where she spent most of her life, whether it was reading, drawing, or school projects.

"Thea!" Her mother's familiar voice called out from somewhere else in the house, snapping her out of her daze. She closed her bedroom door before walking back into the living room.

She saw her mum walk through the front door, followed along by a taller, broader figure who she couldn't seem to quite make out yet. Her mother said something to her but nothing she was saying made sense to her. She was too busy staring at the man who had his back turned to her as he took off his muddy shoes to replace them with a pair of flip-flops.

Her mother said something again, growing irritated but Thea continued to ignore her as the man turned around.

She could feel her heart beginning to sink to her stomach as she made eye contact with the familiar middle-aged man.

He had the same blonde hair she did, except darker. Same fierce eyes that only ever warmed up to certain people. The resemblance between them was uncanny, from their noses down to their facial structures.

It all suddenly made sense. The reason behind her mother's excitement on the phone, and the chaotic state of their home.

It was her father. 

After nearly ten years, he stood before her, seemingly innocent, but she knew better. The pain and torment he had caused her family had not dissipated with time.

She remember a time when her mother used to compare her to her father, remarking on how alike they looked and acted. She hadn't comprehended it then, but it was clear to her now, and she despised every aspect of it.

"What is he doing back here?" She demanded the rage evident in her voice as she spoke. It cracked, revealing how he still managed to get to her after all these years.

"If you would listen to me—," her mother began but Thea cut to the chase, cutting her mother off before she could finish her sentence.

"What is wrong with you?" She hissed out, looking at her mother now.

Her mother seemed taken aback by her daughter's anger but she quickly regained herself, shooting her back the same glare. "Don't you dare speak to me that way, young lady."

Thea scoffed as her father stood by the doorway, watching the quarrel silently.

"You know what he has done! You know what he did to you. To me. To Hannah. And yet you still accept him with open arms!" She exploded, throwing her hands in the air. Has her mother gone completely insane?

This time, her mother remained silent, lowering her gaze.

She felt betrayed by her own mother. How could she be so happy about it when they were on the phone??

Her mother did occasionally pull senseless and rash stunts but never something like this. Thea would never in a million years guess that she would ever do something like this.

Her mum had always been impulsive, doing whatever she wanted without giving a second thought to collateral damage but this. This was over the line.

This was all so ridiculously unbelievable to her. She should've known something was up. She shouldn't have come at all.

"I'm done. I'm done with all of your bullshit." Thea fumed, gripping tightly onto her bag as she stormed towards the door.

As she walked past her father to get to the front door, she saw him open his mouth to say something but decided to choose the better decision and close his mouth.

Without another word, she left the house, shutting the door with a loud slam behind her.

...

Pulling into the parking of Elio's apartment, she didn't even bother to park her car properly, too distracted to care.

As she got out of the car, she slammed the door behind her, so unnecessarily hard she thought it was going to fall off. She quickly made her way into the apartment building and up the elevator to the third floor.

Fumbling for her spare key, she unlocked Elio's door and silently closed the door behind her. At this hour, the man was most likely already passed out in his room, probably so he could go for another run early in the morning again.

She staggered through the dark living room, trying to keep her balance. She hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, blindly stumbling into objects. There was certain anger coursing through her veins, too difficult to comprehend.

One question remained in her head. Why was he back?

Making her way into the kitchen—not so safely—she looked through the cabinets, trying to find what she was so desperately looking for.

It was too dark to tell but she rummaged through his things, trying her best to not make too much of a mess.

How did one visit from her father take such a toll on her? She wasn't usually this out of her mind but right now, she was losing it.

Crouching down, she reached for the final cabinet, hoping that Elio kept alcohol somewhere in his house.

A bittersweet look settled on her face as she finally opened the cabinet filled with bottles of whiskey and rum.

Grabbing a bottle, she attempted to twist out the cap with her teeth. After a couple more tries, she finally removed the cap from the bottle. Her dentist wasn't going to be happy.

Not bothering to pour out the drink to suitably drink it, she brought it to her lips, drinking straight out of the bottle.

Grimacing at the burning feeling going down her throat and settling in her stomach. She smiled crooked, enjoying the bitter taste. Booze truly was the solution to all problems in life.

What was she doing? She was finally beginning to realize the severity of her actions.

She had gone through his things and now she was drinking his liquor at 1 in the morning while he was still asleep. This was a new low, even for her. It was too late now, there was no going back after this. This was undoubtedly going to get her kicked out.

She took another swig, ignoring all thoughts of rationality in her mind. If she drank more, nothing would matter. Maybe if she never stopped drinking, she'd even be able to avoid having a hangover at all.

Standing up, with the bottle still in hand, she stumbled across the kitchen, trying to find the light switch. After a few moments or so, she was realizing this simple task was much harder than it looked.

The only light source was coming from the window but it was mostly blocked out by the curtains. She let out a groan in frustration before taking another large gulp from the bottle.

Suddenly the lights flickered on, but not because she had found the light switch. Instead, it was someone else who had done it.

She froze, too scared to turn around and face whoever had turned on the lights. Her heart was racing because she knew Elio was the only one who resided here but she silently prayed it was a robber. If she was being completely honest, even his ex-wife would be better than him being the one who had caught her red-handed.

Would he be mad? She couldn't even imagine a man like him being mad.

It was completely silent and she could feel his eyes boring into the back of her neck. Each second that ticked by seemed to drag onto hours. She had no choice but to turn around, she couldn't just stand there forever.

Letting out a silent exhale, she turned around to face him. As she met his eyes, she could feel her stomach churn, uneasy.

He raised a brow, slowly looking at her up and down, taking in her current state before narrowing his eyes at the bottle in her hand.

Was he mad? She had never seen him mad and she didn't plan on ever discovering that side of him.

"I fucked up, Elio." She began, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips.

Staring straight into his eyes, she took another swig, the strong alcoholic drink beginning to take its effect on her. Her body craved for more of the light buzz in her head.

Why wasn't he saying anything? She wanted him to scream at her, yell, anything but he remained in his spot, his lips glued shut as she opened her lips to speak again.

"I fucked up once again."

...

Elio's P.O.V.

"You're so attractive, Elio. I think I-" She hiccuped. "I want to fuck you again."

He watched her, unmoving as he shifted to his other leg, uneasy. Was she trying to seduce him?

She took yet another swig of whiskey from the bottle, swaying her hips to the music that was playing on full blast from her phone. She clumsily took a step towards him, before crashing into the wall separating his apartment's from his neighbours.

He was sure the whole damn neighbourhood could hear the commotion but he was too preoccupied to care.

Letting out a laugh, she got back up before taking another step towards him, leaving only a mere couple of inches between them.

He winced when she placed a hand on his shoulder, staring into his eyes with such intensity it was too hard to hold the gaze. Grimacing at her intoxicated state, he knew that whatever situation she was about to get herself into wasn't going to be good.

Saying that she was reckless when she was drunk would be an understatement. Even he couldn't deny her knack to make reckless decisions when under the influence.

She wasn't a lightweight, that was for sure but the rate that she was drinking was alarming. She had drunk more than half of the whole bottle of one of his most expensive booze in less than 20 minutes.

He hadn't bothered to stop her, instead, he just continued to let her drink. Something was up but she was too consumed by the alcohol to answer his questions. When she had left so abruptly earlier, he had been too busy with a work issue to ask much.

Clenching his jaw he tried to ignore her practically naked body. In only lace panties and a matching lace bra, he focused his eyes on her face rather than on the voluptuous curves of her body. His gaze hardened, ignoring the arousal beginning to stir in his pants.

Her clothes were thrown god knows where, leaving practically nothing to the imagination.

A sultry simper grew on her lips as she slowly pulled away, continuing to dance to the music. She didn't seem to realize how erotically she was moving her body and it was waking up parts of him he was trying to suppress at the moment.

He didn't mind the woman staying at his home. Truth be told, he enjoyed the extra company, even when she was mad at him.

"You're drunk, cookie." He said as nonchalant as he could manage but he was sure she could see right through his little facade. He reached for the whiskey bottle in her hand but she quickly moved it away, yanking the bottle out of his grasp.

"Really, Sherlock? You'd think I'd be acting like this if I wasn't?" She then snickered, running a hand through her messy hair, moving her body to the beat of the music. "You've been trying to get inside my pants since day 1 and now that you get a chance to, you're backing out? You're all talk and no game."

His gaze hardened at his words, a warning for her to stop but she ignored it.

Although the man stood well over 6 feet, towering over her, she didn't seem the least bit intimidated. Instead, she pressed her body up against his, her hand running down his chest. His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched the woman sensually move her body up against his, without a care in the world.

Usually, she was so uptight and closed off but now, she was the complete opposite.

She didn't realize how tempting she was. And not just in this state; in every state. Whether she was annoyed with him or beneath him as he fucked her, she was still so very intriguing.

He held her gaze, so strong and full of intent but still, she refused to back off. The way she was rubbing herself onto him was so... enticing and taking every bit of his willpower to not toss her onto his bed and have his way with her.

She slowly turned around, rubbing the curve of her ass on his groin, forcing a strained groan from his mouth. His cock throbbed, begging from simulation of some sort and preferably from her.

God damn, that ass. So round and such a perfect size—covered by nothing but the flimsy material of her thong. His fingers twitched, aching to feel her round globes in his hands but he stopped himself.

She's drunk, he reminded himself. He repeated the words in his head over and over but it wasn't much consolation. After all, there was only so much a man could do when a practically naked woman was throwing herself at them.

He could feel himself strain in his pants. He shifted, the bulge in his pants so obvious it was uncomfortable. He needed to stop. She needed to stop.

Praying to every god and deity he knew, he begged them for control and the ability to resist such a woman but it seemed as if they had all gone silent, abandoning him to fend on his own.

"Sweetheart, you have to stop." He gritted out. He had noticed that nicknames tended to get her attention better than her actual name.

"I don't want to," She pouted. "I'm having fun."

He shut his eyes, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. Christ, this woman was going to be the death of him. And what was even worse was that he didn't want to stop her.

His eyes immediately flew open once he felt her hands on the waistband of his pants, fumbling with his belt.

She giggled, sinking to her knees as she unbuckled the belt and began unbuttoning his pants. She unzipped his pants before reaching for the waistband of his boxers.

"Thea..." He gently groaned out her name as he felt her tug down his boxers, releasing his erection. Her eyes widened before a proud smile grew on her face. Elio inhaled sharply when she wrapped her hand around his cock. He instinctively reached out to cup her face in admiration.

"Thea, stop." He suddenly said, wrapping his hand around her wrist and pulling it back. He didn't want to stop. In fact, he wanted this more than anything but he knew that this was wrong. "You're drunk. You don't have to do this."

Her eyes flipped up, the disappointment evident in her eyes. She pouted her lips once again and his eyes hardened, trying not to think about how they would feel wrapped around his cock.

To his surprise, she yanked her hand out of his grasp before using it to begin stroking his thick erection, tracing the veins of his manhood with her delicate fingers. He let out a slow exhale as she glanced up at him with eyes that seemed to be begging him to let her. What was she doing to him?

"Shut up," She muttered. "Let me make you feel good."

She lowered her head, pressing a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, quickly shutting him up as his lower abdomen clenched. His hands automatically tangled into her hair, gently yet pressingly, urging her to take him.

When was the last time he even got a blowjob? It had to have been at least a month.

And now here he was, with a woman's hand wrapped around his cock, offering to blow him and looking up at him with the most innocent look he'd ever seen on her face. He sure as hell wasn't going to turn that down.

Deciding not to object, he slowly nodded, signalling her to go ahead.

Her eyes flipped back down, and he noticed the glint of devilry in her eyes. Gripping the base of his shaft, she licked the precum leaking from his crown before taking just the tip of his cock with her mouth. He clenched his jaw, the feeling of her warm mouth making his cock throb. He felt her swirl her tongue around, teasing him.

"Don't tease me." He gritted out, his voice husky with arousal as she let out a silent whimper. He could see her squirm a bit, pressing her thighs together from her own arousal as she dipped her head lower, letting him go deeper in her mouth.

This was so hot. Fuck, she was so hot.

He groaned once he felt himself hit the back of her throat and she let out an almost silent gurgle. She began bobbing her head, taking in as much of him as she could at a time. She teased him with her mouth, stroking him with her tongue, hollowing her cheeks.

"Jesus," He gritted out, his hands moving to collect her hair away from her face. He wanted to take a picture of how perfect she looked with her lips wrapped around his cock but he knew that she would never allow it—at least not when she'd finally be sober. He wouldn't be surprised if she was willing to film a sex tape and upload it in her current state.

He could feel himself jerk inside her mouth as she took him over and over again. The music in the background had become hazy, his ears only filled with the sound of her mouth going up and down his member and the sounds of his deep ragged breathing.

He could see the tears begin building up at the corner of her eyes as he brought his to the back of her throat once again.

He knew. He knew that she would come to regret this tomorrow morning but he didn't stop her. And it was too late now. 

... 

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