Mr. Left (Mr. Series #2)

Chapter 21

"Kiss me."

My gaze broadened, and I beat him softly. "Hey, don't request like we are something." I unclasped my hand from him, but he grabbed it again and interlocked his fingers with mine.

"What do you mean? Aren't we getting married?" he bluntly said.

Napabuga ako. "Ikaw ha? Pinagsasamantalahan mo ako. Your taking advantage of this marriage for your excessive lust." I gave him a look of disgust.

"Tsk. You've got a lot to say. Come on, just kiss me."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Ayoko nga." I released his hand and zipped up my seatbelt.

"Bakit? Gusto mo ba ako ang hahalik sa 'yo? Kiss me now, Sheen May, while I'm still asking you nicely."

"Woah, was that a threat?" I laughed as I observed him and his appearance. Is he for real? Why sudden tantrums? Napakamanyak naman yata ng isang ito. Ano bang meron sa kiss at bakit gusto niya out of the blue? Sabagay, alangan namang manghingi siya sa iba, natural sa akin talaga.

"Give me a kiss." He pouted.

"Fine. Just a quick one." I gave him a peck on the lips.

"What type of kiss was that? Is that how you kiss your future husband?" It seemed like he was ready to throw a fit. Ano bang meron sa lalaking ito? Mas gusto ko siyang sakalin kaysa halikan. "Aren't you the one who loves me? Come on, kiss me right," he protested. What the hell?

He's so haughty. Really, he is abusing me and using my feelings for himself.

"You're such a pain in the ass. Fine, I'll do it the last time." I lean in and grip his nape to kiss him. I was about to part ways when he grabbed my waist and nape. I was caught off guard. Like before, he gave me a kiss. It was both soft and full of passion. The blood was rushing to my ears. The heat in here is palpable. I can't seem to stop now, and what occurred last night might happen again.

"Hmm... Ahh...Jhon Rey."

I was startled when he pulled me onto his lap and started sucking my lips again. His hand roamed inside my blouse and unclasped my bra.

"W-Wait, Jhon Rey." I pushed him.

He turned to me and said, "What?" He looked a little irritated because he was interrupted.

"We're still at our university. Someone might see us making out," I murmured in embarrassment. I felt uncomfortable when he caught me blushing while I was still on his lap.

He was still chasing his breath while staring at me. I'm too close to him, and sitting on his lap makes me feel shy even more. He can hear my heart, can't he?

My breathing started to progressively normalize again. Bakit ba siya nagkakaganito? Hindi ako sanay sa bigla bigla niyang pagbabago.

He put his head on my chest and said, "What should I do? I was really pissed off." Kumunot ang noo ko. Galit siya? Saan?

"Of what?" I asked.

I felt his fingers adjust my bra as he shook his head, seeming not to want to say why he was mad. I was shocked. Wow, he knows how to re-clasp it. He appeared to be really skilled when making out. How many women did he play with in this way for him to be skilled at this?

"Of you," he answered.

"What did I just do?" tanong ko na parang may pinaaamong bata. He brought me back to my seat and adjusted my seatbelt. His gaze can't seem to get off of me.

"Now let's head home."

Despite not knowing what I had done to offend him, I simply nodded. He took me home. The way he is looking at me gives off an air of melancholy that I can almost touch. I get the impression that he is struggling with something that he cannot discuss with me.