Chapter 65: You're Filthy
"Samantha, watch your mouth. When did I ever let a man stay in the dorm?" Isabella was a bit annoyed. She hated it when people tried to tarnish her reputation, especially Samantha.
"Did I say something wrong?" Samantha raised an eyebrow, getting more aggressive. "The entire building knew that you let a man stay in the dorm. What are you pretending now?"
Isabella understood. Samantha was referring to Seb. But that night, it was clearly Samantha’s scheme to frame him. Otherwise, Seb wouldn't have brought Jack into the girls' dorm. Later, she had to lock Seb out of the dorm for the night because he had missed the curfew.
Samantha didn't mention her own faults at all. She just kept blaming Isabella.
Isabella showed no interest in explaining the situation to them. She said coldly, "You have ten minutes to leave. If you don't, I'll go tell the dorm auntie!"
Matthew glanced at Isabella but remained silent. He walked to Samantha's bed and started getting dressed.
Upon seeing this, Samantha became disoriented. Feeling frustrated, she walked up to Isabella's desk. "Isabella, there are many boys staying overnight in the girls' dorm every night. As long as you report it, it won't just be me you offend. I suggest you think carefully!"
Isabella remained silent. Samantha was speaking the truth. Although there were rules against guys staying overnight in the dorm, many girls still secretly brought them in every night. She just wanted to drive away Matthew and Samantha for peace of mind, not really intending to report anyone. It wasn't worth offending everyone just for Samantha’s sake!
Samantha deduced her intentions and approached Matthew after observing Isabella’s silence, expressing in a flirtatious manner, "Matthew, please stay tonight."
Matthew paused, then gently touched Samantha's cheek and said, "I won't leave."
So Matthew stayed. Isabella read for a while, then took her pajamas and towel to the bathroom to freshen up. This time, she brought her keys just in case. Placing her phone and keys on the sink, she turned on the tap.
The sound of water in the bathroom clearly distracted Matthew.
"Matthew." Samantha slithered into Matthew's arms like a snake, running her fingers in circles around his chest, trying to entice him.
When the water stopped, two minutes later, Isabella opened the bathroom door and walked out. Samantha's bed was right next to the bathroom, a place Isabella had to pass. As soon as she emerged, she saw the two entangled figures. Matthew was only wearing black shorts when he pressed down on Samantha. The scene was very impressive.
Isabella furrowed her brows, walked past without a glance, and drew the curtain after returning to her bed.
Seeing this, Matthew frowned deeply.
"Matthew," said Samantha, who was soft and pliant like the mud beneath him.
But Matthew suddenly lost interest, reached over to grab her waist, and said, "I'm going to sleep."
He then turned over to the other side, facing away from Samantha.
Disappointed by his sudden change, Samantha was at a loss. This wasn't the first time Matthew had abruptly stopped like this. He hadn't engaged with her since the first time she initiated it.
She had thought things would finally progress because of his recent enthusiasm, but it turned out otherwise!
Samantha's desires were now ignited. Stopping abruptly left her feeling hot and uncomfortable all over. She wriggled closer to Matthew, her hand slipping under the covers. "Matthew."
The next moment, Matthew caught Samantha's hand and squeezed it firmly. His tone lacked any desire, even carrying a hint of annoyance. "Are you sleeping or not?"
Samantha had to retract her hand.
As the commotion outside quieted down, Isabella picked up her phone, opened her status, and coincidentally saw a post by Vanessa from three minutes ago.
There was no caption, just two pictures. One was a candlelit dinner panorama, and the other showed two hands holding wine glasses.
After just three minutes of posting, there were already a large number of comments below.
Laura, [I call dibs on being the maid of honor!]
Vanessa replied, [You're the chosen one.]
Colleague Amber, [Such an exquisite dinner, the epitome of romance. It looks like sister Vanessa is going to be happy.]
Colleague Little B, [I recognize those wine glasses. A set costs no less than a fortune. Looks like Sister Vanessa's boyfriend is a handsome and wealthy guy!]
Laura replied to Colleague Little B, [He is definitely a handsome and wealthy guy. Wait for the official announcement; it will surely blow your minds!]
Colleague Little B replied to Laura, [Sister Laura and Sister Vanessa are so close; you must know the inside story. Can you give us a hint?]
Colleague Little C, [I'm curious too. Please, Sister Laura, satisfy our curiosity a bit.]
Laura replied to Colleague Little C, [When the time is right, the announcement will be made. It's going to be a jaw-dropping event!]
Isabella silently read through all the comments, then closed her phone. Despite shutting her eyes, she couldn't fall asleep. She tossed and turned until the late hours of the night. Just as she was drifting off, she felt hands caressing her face. The ticklish sensation felt unreal. At first, she thought she was dreaming until a soft touch on her lips and a strange scent invaded her senses, causing her to abruptly open her eyes and see Matthew!
Isabella's brain paused for two seconds.
Matthew gazed at her. Seeing her awake, he didn't get up but instead gently rubbed her lips with his teeth, trying to part them.
Feeling nauseated, Isabella pushed Matthew away with both hands. As she sat up, she delivered a slap across Matthew's face.
The sound of the slap was particularly crisp and loud.
Matthew touched his cheek with his tongue, leaving a faint red mark on his fair face. When he turned to see Isabella wiping her mouth frantically with tissues, his expression darkened.
Matthew grabbed Isabella's wrist, halting her actions, and stared at her with deep, dark eyes. "Am I filthy?"
Once, even a touch from Isabella's hand would make her sweet for half a day. Now, after a kiss, she found him repulsive. It was a heart-wrenching realization.
Isabella shook off his hand and bluntly nodded, "Yes."
Matthew furrowed his brows.
Isabella added, "You're filthy!"
After a moment of silence, Matthew suddenly chuckled. "So, Isabella, are you not filthy?"
Isabella slapped him again, this time so hard that her palm stung. Matthew had no right to consider her filthy.
Matthew chuckled, his eyes fixed on Isabella. "Samantha told me all about what happened between you and Seb. You don't need to glare at me like that. I know Seb well. If you hadn't let him touch you, he wouldn't have treated you so special. But, Isabella, don't forget, Seb has a girlfriend. You were merely a passing fancy for him. But if you want to be a plaything, you can be mine. Whatever Seb gave you, I can give you, and even more."
