Chapter 3 Episode 3

Chapter 3

Peter's POV

As soon as Elena left, I picked up my clothes and underwear, my mind still spinning from our intense encounter. I walked into the living room and sat down heavily on the couch, staring at the TV without really seeing it.

I couldn't believe I had let her go. It was the first time we'd been together, but the connection between us was undeniable. Jack, my assistant, had knocked on the door to check on me, but that wasn't a good enough reason to send Elena away.

"What was I thinking?" I muttered, shaking my head. "I shouldn't have let her leave like that."

Guilt gnawed at my gut, and I found myself reaching for the whiskey bottle. I poured a glass and downed it quickly, hoping to dull the ache in my chest.

But it didn't help. The memories of our time together kept playing in my mind - the softness of her skin, the way she moaned my name, the fire in her eyes. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a terrible mistake.

"I have to find her," I said aloud, standing up abruptly. "I can't just let her disappear."

I grabbed my keys and raced out to my car, determined to track Elena down. I drove through the city streets, searching for any sign of her. But as the hours ticked by, my hope began to fade.

"Elena!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the empty alleyways. "Where are you?"

But there was no response. It was like she had vanished into thin air.

Defeated, I returned to my mansion. I took a long shower, trying to wash away the regret and longing. But even as the hot water pounded against my skin, I couldn't escape the memories of our passionate encounter.

As I lay in bed, tossing and turning, the brief but intense moments we shared kept replaying in my mind. I couldn't understand why I was so fixated on her, why I couldn't just let it go.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. My heart leapt, hoping it might be Elena. But when I saw the message, I froze.

It was from my stepmother. "We need to discuss the project tomorrow morning," she wrote. "And we also need to talk about Bryon . At our house , 9 AM sharp."

I stared at the screen, a sense of dread washing over me. My stepmother rarely reached out like this, and the mention of my stepbrother set me on edge. What could she want to discuss about Bryon?

I tried to push the thought away and focus on Elena. I had to find a way to see her again, to explain myself and apologize for sending her away so abruptly.

But as I drifted off to sleep, my mind kept circling back to my stepmother's message. What new family drama was brewing? And how would it affect my already complicated life?