Behind his blue eyes Ch 1

Posted by Admind, ? Views, Released on March 20, 2025

Chapter 1: Breaking Point

“J**us Chr**t, Sophie, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” My brother’s voice is thick with concern on the other end of the line.

A lump forms in my throat, but I force a laugh. “Nothing happened. I’ve just been thinking–I’ve gotta get married eventually, right? Does it really matter who I

spr**d my l**s for on my wedding night?”

There’s a shocked silence before Jake speaks again. “Sophie, that doesn’t sound like you at all.”

“Whatever. I trust you and Mom and Dad. Even if it’s an arranged marriage to some rich Swiss guy I’ve never met, I’m sure he’s decent enough.”

Jake lets out a relieved sigh, his tone lightening. “Well, I’m glad you’re coming around. When are you flying back to Geneva? Do you want to meet Lucas first? He’s actually pretty hot–runs triathlons, has his own chalet in the Alps…”

“No need. The sooner I say yes, the sooner Dad’s company gets bailed out, right? Just start planning the wedding… set the date for two weeks from now. I want this

over with.”

“Two weeks? That’s crazy fast! But… okay, if you’re sure. Hey, have you talked to Ethan lately? I heard his dream girl finally came back from London. You should tell

him the news–maybe he can come to your wedding and celebrate with us.” So my brother knows about Ava too. No f**king wonder Ethan never let me tell Jake about us sleeping together for SEVEN YEARS.

I lower my eyes, swallowing hard. “Jake, don’t bother him. Ethan and I… we’re just… whatever.”

I hear the front door unlock and keys jingling. “Gotta go,” I whisper urgently and

hang up.

I look up to find Ethan smiling at me, his eyes gleaming with that look that usually means I’ll end up n**ed within five minutes.

“Just whatever with who?” he asks, loosening his tie.

“You,” I answer honestly, only to have him back me against the wall, his muscular body pressing against mine.

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“Really?” He slides his hand under my shirt, fingers tracing my spine. “Is that why you were screaming my name last night? Or why your nails left these marks on my back?” His hot breath tickles my ear as he nips at my earlobe. “Or why you’re

already w*t just from me standing this close?”

The touches that once made me desperate for more now make my skin crawl. As I push against his chest, I notice a bright red lipstick stain on his shirt collar. Not my

shade.

One of my burns must get bumped because suddenly there’s a sharp pain that brings tears to my eyes.

“Sh*t, what’s wrong? Sophie, are you crying?” My tears alarm him, his er**tion still

pressing against my thigh.

He pulls up my sleeve, revealing an angry red burn on my wrist. His voice shakes.

“F**k, how did this happen? When did you get burned? Why didn’t you tell me?” He seems to have completely forgotten about the party–about pushing me aside like garbage. I remain silent, staring at the lipstick on his collar.

“Don’t cry, baby. Let me get something for that.” He kisses my forehead before

going for the first aid kit, muttering as he walks. “You’re such a f**king baby sometimes… still crying over a little pain. What would you do without me to take care of that t**ht little body, huh?”

I stare blankly at the burn on my wrist.

Yeah, what would I do after seven years of him f**king me whenever he wanted

while keeping me his dirty little secret? But Ethan, I don’t want your d**k anymore. I don’t want this fake relationship anymore.

That night, I sleep restlessly, my body damp with sweat, clenching my thighs together from habit whenever he rolls toward me.

At dawn, Ethan drags me out of bed, his morning er**tion obvious through his boxers. I grumble and push him away, but he pins me down, kissing me hard on the lips.

All sleepiness vanishes in an instant. I almost slap him reflexively but manage to

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hold back.

Thankfully, he pulls away quickly.

“Awake now, baby?” he teases, gr**ding against me. “We’ve got time for a quickie before we go.”

I turn my head away, wiping my mouth with disgust. “It’s the weekend. Why the

f**k won’t you let me sleep?”

His playful expression shifts to concern as he touches my forehead. “Sh*t, you’re burning up. You had a fever last night. Get dressed, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

Although I feel fine now, I’m relieved for the excuse not to have sex, so I reluctantly get out of bed.

In the hospital corridor, we unexpectedly run into Ava.

She’s limping, her slender ankle obviously injured, hopping awkwardly down the

hallway alone in designer heels.

Ethan’s previously gentle expression instantly tightens with worry.

He seems to forget I’m beside him as he rushes to Ava, his hands on her waist while anxiously asking, “What happened to you, Ava?”

Ava smiles at him, her eyes moving past him to me, triumph flickering in them. “Just twisted my ankle in these stupid Louboutins. What a coincidence—are you

two here to see a doctor too?”

Ethan hesitates, finally glancing back at me, his eyes shifting nervously.

“Yeah, my friend has a fever. I brought her to get checked out.”

Friend. After all the times I’ve had his c**k in my mouth, I’m still just a “friend.”

From the moment Ethan decided not to make our relationship public, whenever we met his friends, he would only introduce me as his buddy’s sister who he was looking after.

Only his closest drinking buddies knew he was f**king me on the regular.

Ava nods, her perfect red lips curving upward. “You should take good care of the young lady staying at your place. I need to go to orthopedics over there.” She points down the hall, wobbling dramatically.

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Seeing her stumble slightly, Ethan doesn’t hesitate before sweeping her into his

arms bridal–style.

“I’ll take you there first. Sophie, wait here for a minute.”

I don’t know why, but the moment I see how he looks at Ava–the way he used to

look at me I suddenly feel worse. Weak. Hollow.

I lean against the cold wall, not responding.

Ethan isn’t asking for my opinion anyway. After dropping his command, he’s already carried Ava away, her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips close to his

ear.

See? It’s all an act. No matter how well he pretends with me, the moment he sees

Ava, his true feelings show through. He exposes himself.

And Ethan doesn’t even realize it.

I laugh bitterly, turning to walk to urgent care on my own.

The doctor confirms it’s not my imagination. My temperature is 104°F.

“This burn is infected,” she says, frowning at my wrist. “And with your stress levels, your immune system is compromised. You need IV antibiotics right away.”

I instinctively reach for my phone to call Ethan, but stop myself before dialing.

Habits are such f**king terrifying things!

I laugh at myself, put away my phone, and go to get the medication alone, then

head to the IV station.

After finishing the IV, I feel even dizzier. I stumble after taking a few steps,

grabbing the wall for support.

Ethan still hasn’t returned–not even a phone call or text message after two hours. Not wanting to cause trouble, I finally call him.

When he hears I’m still at the hospital, Ethan sounds surprised. “Sh*t, I’m sorry, Sophie. I was planning to take Ava home and come right back for you, but she had