Her Street Fighter

27.

Chapter Twenty Seven
Marebela

It has been a week since the underground fight. Since I witnessed Gunn losing.

It seemed to affect him because we haven't been around each other that much. We hardly said three words to each other. He didn't seem like the type to care what anyone thinks, but he has only been showing me the side of him that kept disappointing me.

I have been closer to Dolan, not just at work but he has also been taking on cute dates around town. He has been nothing but nice to me and it took me a while to see how being kind to people pays off. People can be kind to you in return, it matters about the people you surround yourself with.

Gunn has slowly started to leave my mind and I no longer compare Dolan to him.

I have been full of guilt after doing that to him every time we have an interaction. I almost celebrated when I could talk to Dolan and not think about Gunn at all.

I was in the bathroom, getting ready for work. I did my makeup.

After a while of working at the bookstore, I have gotten used to holding conversations with people in public.

I have also gotten comfortable with the book material and can fully help people find the books they come in looking for.

Mr. Burton has been working less and less and I could see how much weight was removed from his shoulders.

It was refreshing to see how much caring for people can benefit them.

I heard my phone buzz on the counter. I flip it over and I saw it was from Dolan.

A smile tugged on my face and my eyes brightened. He always seemed to brighten my day with the sweet words he spoke. It made me realize that guys really prove to the girls they like that they want her and only her.

Gunn's footsteps thunder from behind me. He pulls the toothpick from out of his mouth and flicked it in the garbage. It landed perfectly inside, effortlessly.

"What are you smiling at?" Gunn asked.

His deep voice held no expression and lacked amusement. The opposite of how Dolan was when he was talking to me.

I ignored him. It took me a while to see that he was wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black compression shirt.

I found my gaze lowering and lowering. Gunn seemed to have caught on because his lips lift into a smug grin.

He knew the effect he had on me and that made me frustrated.

I wanted to hit him but at the same time I wanted him to pin me to the wall.

He took a few menacing steps towards me. His eyes darkened and he looked down at me. His tall height made my stomach pool with intimidation.

He still scared me. I didn't know when, but it started to turn into a good kind of scary. The scary that made me feel aroused.

He kept moving towards me until my back hit the wall. I let out a groan in pain as the handle of the drawer dug right in my back.

Gunn crashed his lips onto mine, silencing the moan of pain.

He didn't have to show signs of jealousy for me to realize what this kiss was passionate about.

Instead moans of pleasure escaped my mouth. His tongue swirled my tongue and he sucked on it. He touched every square of body without even touching me. He knew how to kiss and I wanted to drop down at his knees to show him the effect he had on me.

His hands went to lift my shirt up and I placed my hands over his to stop them. I pulled away from the kiss.

I didn't want him to see my scars. I didn't know if he saw them when the towel dropped and I didn't want to make him see them.

He might think I was disgusting.

"I think we should stop," I sighed.

"You think?" he questioned. He was waiting for me to say exactly what was on my mind.

I pulled away. "I didn't forget what u said." His eyebrows bushed together. I clarified, "About me not being your type."

I felt my cheeks warm at the memory. It was humiliating.

He blew out air. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. His face expressionless like always.

"I don't let random people to touch me, Marebela. That should be a start of how you should know what you do to me." He lowered his mouth down my jawline. His breath fanning on my neck. It felt as if the wind was wounded from my chest.

I needed him to do more than only kissing.

I still couldn't let myself get close to him. I didn't want him to use me again. I couldn't let myself fall for his egotistic words. He must have used on every girl to get what he wanted.

I pulled away. "You don't get to do this to me again," I whispered. The faint feeling of his lips against my neck haunted me. "And I don't like the smell of cigarettes."

I can taste the cigarette smoke on his lips. I wasn't sure whether I liked it. It tasted disgusting. Knowing my opinion meant nothing on him. I still wasted my breath.

He cared less about me than a piece of garbage on the ground.

He hated me and it was best to keep it that way.

He would never change and I was not going to be the fool who was going to try.

He was dangerous and he had shown me over and over again.

Why was I going to stand around and let him make a fool of me?

I have been nothing but kind and now I realized that I should not be using my kindness for weakness as Gunn done in the past.

He mistook it for weakness and that may be the worst mistake he could have done.