ETHAN’S ASSISTANT

Ethan moved away from me with force. At least my knees were stable enough, and I stumbled landing lightly on the ground. He pulled up his trousers and boxers, rushing out of the room. Only to pause when he got to the door, and he turned back slightly to face me. I watched as the eyes which burned with so much need for me just a while ago, lit up with disgust now. He turned, not saying anything, running out without looking back. Leaving me cold and naked on the floor. Jennifer’s eyes fixed on me, as she stood not saying anything. Now we were up close, I could see small bruises littered around her skin, but the cuts were shallow. Still my eyes creased in confusion of how she got them. “You think you have won, Leah?” She hissed in fury. I scoffed at her words. My heart still hurt, the cold look Ethan gave me before walking away replayed tirelessly in my head. Picking up Ethan's shirt, I wore it over my frame hiding my nakedness from her. His shirt fell to my mid thighs, swallowing my fram