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32. Bits from Motherhood: Sweet Warnings

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"Out" Misty's eyes widened as Kyrill ordered Ivan. His voice wasn't loud but sharp enough for Ivan to take quick escape, but not before flashing her a look of worry.

Misty's sensations went on high alert once Ivan left, as if waiting for something to happen.
She knew it wasn't due to fear, but some weird emotion that she couldn't describe or name.

Turning back towards Kyrill was hard, but she had to do it. If not now then she could never be independent.

"Please...leave" She turned her head towards him a little to find him too close with his breath falling on her forehead.

"Fighting with world for us is not a war I will ever turn my back on" That's it, he finally unveiled his intentions. Although not in the way Misty ever imagined in her most secretive and intimate yet unwanted dreams, but in the inexperienced and raw way.

His voice was still cold and blank, completely contradicting with the words he spoke. She raised her eyes to meet his and not a drip of feeling there too.

Misty had to strain her mind to evaluate whether he actually spoke those words or her ears were ringing with her own stupid fallacies.

"The only Us for me is me and my Ray." Misty answered already feeling a dull ache in her heart.

Misty was in no position of life to play with a twin edged sword named Kyrill when she already had innumerable problems to deal with.

Yes....She had to put an end to whatever this unspoken feeling was inbetween them.
For her Ray and for Kyrill too.

Misty had a fair share of insults and allegations thrown at her even after five years of escape from London.
At first there was a language barrier due to Misty's zero knowledge of Italian, which used to shield her atleast from understanding all the vile judgements thrown at her in shelter where she stayed as well as at her college.

Despite all those looks of disgust, she could still filter the negativity out. But now, five years in Venice got her fully familiar with the language as well as with every single word targeted at her character.

She was a special attraction in college among boys, about how easy she was to use and throw and how she was desperate prostitute since a young age for letting someone impregnate her.

Eventually Misty started fighting each and every insult for her Ray's future, but somehow her self esteem sinked to extreme bottom that subconsciously she felt of herself as a person undeserving of any love or respect.

It was as if she got adapted to such derogatory insults that if somebody respects her..great, but there wasn't a problem if they don't.

That was why this weird attraction she had for Kyrill scared her to no extent, forcing in all sorts of insecurity and delemma, along with self hate for having such feelings when she was a single mother, who should just focus on her child's future whom she bought into this cruel world.

"Please lea" She was about to walk towards the entrance door, when a firm arm wound itself against her waist picking her to a height where her feet no longer touched the floor and swung her around within a time span of few seconds.

With her back to the cold door and front snuggled firmly within Kyrill's embrace all Misty could feel at that moment were the two warm lips attached on her chin millimetres below her own dry lips.

Misty's legs which were already exposing too much due to her thigh length shirt dangled near Kyrill's hip in semi hanging position, inexperienced of where the hell to cling in such disastrously intimate situation.