After eating two sandwiches, Sidney wasn't ready to face Finnegan in the room, so she went to the living room instead. She turned on the TV, keeping the volume as low as possible, and quietly flipped through the channels. But then she noticed the housekeeper had followed her into the living room and was now standing stiffly by the ornate TV cabinet. The sight made Sidney feel uneasy.
"It's late. You should go rest," Sidney said, sitting on the brown leather sofa with the remote in her hand.
"I'm afraid the wife might not be familiar with the place on her first day."
Sidney had no choice but to turn off the TV. "Then I'll go to my room and sleep. You should rest as well."
"Okay, ma'am, good night."
The butler waited until Sidney had gone upstairs before he excused himself.
Sidney stood in front of the closed door, hesitating whether to go in. After thinking it over, she took a deep breath and turned the cold door handle. She looked around but saw no one. Relieved, she sat on the edge of the bed, unsure which side she should sleep on. She chose the inner side, thinking if he was unhappy, she could always switch later.
She turned on the bright lights and lay in bed, waiting and waiting. It was almost 2 a.m., but there was still no sign of Jayson. The wedding had been exhausting, draining all her energy. She felt drowsy and was about to fall asleep.
Half awake, half asleep, she felt as if someone had entered the room. But she was too exhausted to think. A dizzying sensation overtook her, and she sensed movement on the other side of the bed. Then, she felt someone approach, their breath on her face, accompanied by a hint of alcohol.
Sidney immediately snapped back to full awareness. She opened her eyes wide and saw a face inches away. He wasn't wearing glasses, and his large eyes, with distinct folds, met hers. Their lips were barely 0.1 centimeters apart, and she froze, too afraid to move. When Jayson saw that she was awake, he gave a wicked smile, turned his face to her neck, and breathed on her. Sidney's whole body jolted as if struck by electricity. She instinctively curled up, but Jayson was pressing down on her, trapping her and making it impossible for her to move. Jayson kissed her neck slowly, making his way down to her collarbone. To Sidney, it felt no different from being with a stranger. It was nothing but awkwardness, pure awkwardness.
Jayson propped himself up with one hand on the bed and with the other, began undoing the buttons of her soft cotton nightgown, muttering, "This nightgown is a disaster."
"…" Sidney couldn't speak. By the time the last button was undone, her undergarments were fully exposed. She realized she was trembling uncontrollably, like a sieve.
The trembling only grew worse.
Jayson glanced at her plain cotton underwear, his expression shifting. "You really don't know how to pick your clothes, do you? This is hardly something to impress anyone."
Sidney held her hands between the two of them, but she couldn't stop Finnegan's advances. In just one second, her bra buttons were quickly undone, so fast that she had no idea what was happening, and her bra was pulled off. Finnegan pulled her hands apart and held them firmly with his left hand, while using his right hand to pull down her underwear. Sidney was so desperate that she was about to cry. She didn't like the feeling of being violated, and she felt disgusted at the thought of him touching every part of her body.
During the year I spent with Carl, since she lived at home and I didn't want stepmother to say anything, I never stayed out after 8:30 p.m. except for classes. And since Carl lived in the dormitory, we only had the chance to meet and date during class times. We could at most hold hands and kiss, and there was no chance for anything more.
Finnegan played with her vulnerable body, with his own hot and stiff penis pressing against her belly, a strange and unprecedented feeling that made Sidney cry even harder and shake so much that her teeth chattered. That tingly, electric sensation drained her energy, leaving her feeling empty inside and only ashamed.
Finnegan suddenly lifted her head up from her chest and stared at her motionlessly. Sidney opened her tear-filled eyes to see Finnegan with an angry expression on his face.
"This makes me feel like I'm raping you."
