Never love you

Being casual

Nora's pov

As I returned and placed the cold coffee on his table, the guy held my hands and pulled me gently onto his lap. He grabbed my face, brushing his lips against mine and started to kiss me intensely while I tried to push him away.

"Ace, I mean sir, please leave," I said, but he was so into the kiss that he became even more aggressive.

"Ace, baby, please," I begged, but he pulled me onto his lap and placed me on the bed.

"You are the prettiest guy I have ever seen. I never like it when you talk to anyone. Just be with me, beautiful... Your body drives me crazy," he said, looking incredibly attractive as he spoke.

Slowly, he leaned down, pinning my hands as he kissed me. We were engulfed in passion, kissing each other fervently. He trailed down to my neck, biting it.

"Ace, no, please, leave me, it hurts," I moaned, but he only smirked and spanked me on the head.

I snapped out of my dream and wiped my face, which was covered in drool.

"It won't leave any marks. Now wake up. I mistakenly ordered too much. Just eat the leftovers," I thought. Damn, that was just a dream. I hurriedly ran to the washroom and washed my face repeatedly.

I touched my cheeks and looked at myself in the mirror. How could I dream about that? No, no, no, it's not going to happen. I'm just a pervert who's so into hot guys. He has an interest in me. You hate Ace, Nora.

"Why do you hate me?" he asked, and I got scared. As I turned around, I saw he was just behind me, our lips inches away.

"Why do you hate me?" he asked, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer.

"Why are you here? Go away," I asked, and he smirked, coming closer while I turned away.

"You were having dreams about me, right?" he asked, and I looked at him in shock.

"Yes, I did. I saw that you died, but you were holding me like that, so that's why I was saying, 'Leave me, it hurts.' Understand, you are just as ugly as me, so don't think highly of yourself," I lied somehow, and he burst out laughing.

"Me, ugly? You are the first one to say that. If you say I'm rude, I will agree, but being ugly is the last thing I am."

"Why? Why aren't you offended?" I asked out of curiosity, as I always get offended.

"Because I'm not. Look at my height, look at my face, look at my skin, look at my lips, eyes, and especially my hands. I mean, I have everything a person could ask for. Anyways, get away," suddenly, he got serious and pushed me away, beginning to fix his hair in the mirror. I tried to push him and came in front while looking in the mirror. He pushed me again, and I did it. Then he just placed me in front of him, and from behind, he was doing his work.

He stood behind me, his whole body brushing against mine, but I just looked at my ugly face and our color difference.

"How ugly am I? I wish I were white like you."

"You are stupid to think that. Your skin color is awesome."

"Maybe my face structure isn't good."

"Nope, it's a 10. In fact, you are very pretty, but you are ugly too," he chuckled and walked away. I have always heard the word 'ugly' from everyone, and it actually makes me feel so bad. He might not know it.

I don't know why I started crying over little things and sat down on the floor when he again came and frowned, looking at me.

"What happened?" he asked, and wiping my tears, I just walked out and sat down to eat. He then joined me after a few minutes and stared at my face. During the whole time, neither of us spoke.

"You know you are annoying," he said.

"Fuck you," I said in my mind, and he just glared at me.

"You said it out loud again, stupid," he said, going to his bed while I laid down again. But this time, I wasn't sleepy at all. So, I decided to watch some movies. As I started watching a video, I saw a girl eating ice cream. So, standing up, I decided to buy some ice cream from a nearby store.

I almost stepped out when this guy pulled me back inside.

"Where are you going at this hour? Do you want to get kidnapped?"

"I won't get kidnapped. Leave me. You are no one to me," I said, pushing him away and going out. After buying ice cream, as I walked out, I was indeed getting scared because there were some bikers riding bikes. Why was this area so scary? I hastened my pace and bumped into someone. I got scared, and when I looked up, I sighed, as it was Ace.

"Let's go inside," he said and dragged me inside.

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