Chapter 6

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I saw him in the rearview mirror watching me, more precisely, watching the truck.

After that, I didn't see him for two days. I can't help but feel his body over mine, he has gotten under my skin. I hate it.

But what will he do to me?

I am standing in front of my boyfriend's house; I went inside. We had arranged to meet today even though I was early. I got to the living room where he was sitting with his head down; he was drunk?

"Lucian?"

He lifted his gaze towards me. "Hmpt?"

I came closer to him. I bent down in front of him. He placed his palm on my cheek and ran his thumb over my lower lip.

"What is it?" I continued looking at his face; it seemed different somehow. What happened to him?

"Why won't you fuck me?" He started laughing loudly, oh God, his drunken state is killing me. I don't like it.

I stood up and looked at him uncomfortably.

He reached for my hand and pulled me into his lap. I opened my eyes wide. His right hand lowered to my hip, squeezing me and pulling me closer to him. His erection pressed against my body. I felt uncomfortable.

"Don't you want to feel what it's like? When my cock thrusts into your tight pussy? No?"

I looked into his eyes; this wasn't like him at all. He was always sweet and kind, respecting my boundaries. And now he wants to force me into sex? I don't feel any sexual attraction towards him, and I can't explain why. I would like to, but it doesn't exist.

I stood up, and he placed his hands on my hips, and pulled me down, my pussy colliding with his erection. Oh God. I shivered as his grip on me tightened, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Stay still. I want to show you something."

I panicked. "What?"

He ran one hand through his hair while holding me tightly with the other.

His hand, which had been in his hair, was moving down to his fly. He unzipped it and pulled out his penis. He groaned, moved his hand away from himself, and brought it to my chest, gripping my left tit tightly. It hurt; he squeezed even harder. I moaned. I bit my lip and shook my head.

"Lucian, no. I don't want this."

"You don't know what you want; let me show you how you'll enjoy it if you give in to this feeling."

I shook my head. "You're not yourself - ahh."

His hand tightly gripped my left breast. I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I don't want this. I push his hand off my waist and quickly got up.

He was too drunk to react quickly. I moved away, far from his reach.

"You don't want this?" His hand was around his cock, and he started to jerk off while moaning my name. It disgusts me.

I quickly ran out of the house.

Why did he suddenly change so much?

I continued walking as night fell. I shivered; his grip on my breast would definitely leave some marks. I don't like that at all. Maybe it's time to end things with him. Maybe?

.....

I reached my house, went inside, and closed the door. I took off my shoes and threw them aside.

Without thinking, I went to the balcony, pulled out a chair, and sat down. I took a cigarette and placed it between my lips, holding it firmly. I don't usually smoke, but I know it helps in certain situations. Like this messed-up one.

I don't like the smell of cigarettes, but somehow they calm me down. I took out a lighter and brought it to the cigarette. I lit it, inhaled, and the nicotine filled my lungs as I exhaled the smoke. I continued this process; if nothing else, cigarettes help me numb the pain. Or more precisely, silence my thoughts.

My phone rang.

I quickly straightened up. Jeon. I took a drag and decided to answer.

Should I threaten to go to the police? If I wanted to go to the police, I would have already. Damn it, Y/N!

I finished the cigarette and tossed it into the ashtray. I brought the phone closer to my ear.

"Hello?"

"We could smoke together. I'd like that."

I straightened up and looked left and right, seeing nothing. He laughed deeply. He's watching me. I know that creepy bastard is watching me.

"To your right, the building next to your house. The third balcony, counting from the bottom up. Black mask, black cap. Me."

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