“We’re never telling anyone about this, understood?”

You dictate, stabbing a finger at his chest. He only looks down at you with a bored countenance, his hand resting on his hip. He huffs in annoyance, and his gaze flickers to the disheveled bed sheets.

“This was nothing but a mistake!” You prate, “How did this even happen?! God, you're nothing but a filthy bastard!”

The corners of his lips curl upwards to form a cocky smirk. He pushes you to a wall and leans over you, trapping you beneath him, “A mistake? That's not what you were saying last night.”

A soft pink dusts your cheeks as you recount the previous night. It doesn't matter. You're going to make him leave and you'll never see him again. No one will believe him if he attempts to expose these past events. If you can just get him to leave...