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18- Parting Time

Shaira felt violated.

How can she be vulnerable?

Greg was still enjoying his taste of her lips as he pressed his body to her, his hand holding her back. It was taking too long. Greg could feel only a very little response from her. She told herself to just let him enjoy this moment.She was not letting this happen again. So why let it happen now? Her mind were fighting battles. She couldn't fight with her petite body being so weak. No this is not happening. 

If only Nigel was there to save her. 

Greg breathed. He looked at her eyes, almost imagining that she was naked as the wind hid her waving hair.He was not good at reading women's eyes. He felt like she was only feeling shy at the expression. Cute innocence. He smirked and took the necklace. It would look attractive on her neck before he could do her petting. He gestured towards her again as he held each end of the necklace but Shaira stepped back. At last, she had the strength to do that.

"G-Greg...Why did you do that?" her tone was accusing.

"What? I told you, I want you. Aren't you going to say yes? Be my girlfriend Shaira." He stepped forward. He badly want her now.

A maniac! Shaira thought.  

She could not imagine being with him as a girlfriend. The thought of herself as his girlfriend gave her creeps. She could foresee too much touching and kissing and sex. No, she was not going to give her dignity to the man she would not marry. He started the game, she will finish it subtly.

"How sure are you that I don't have a boyfriend?"

This made Greg stand still.

"Do you have?" He was bit annoyed, but he was getting her now anyway.

"I have had a boyfriend... And I still love him."

She almost vomited at her admission of the bitter truth. Nigel was on her mind again. No matter who just confessed and kissed her tonight. She was a fool.

Greg looked at the necklace on his hand. He was desperate. He wanted this girl and nobody, not an ex boyfriend could ever become a tight contender. He raked Shaira's hair which flung through her face...

Shaira stepped back again. She was somewhat afraid of him but she did not show it.

"I was considering your feelings but you must have not done that earlier."

"What? The kiss? Wait... Was I the first guy who kissed you?"

Shaira squinted so he could not determine that the answer was yes. Greg gave her the real first kiss for it took a few minutes. Nigel was the first to touch her lips but it seemed more like a smack only that lasted for a second. It was the smack that sent her butterflies in the stomach, not a cold stillness like what just happened tonight. Nigel was nervous when he did that and he even asked for her permission.

Greg was totally the opposite.

Greg chuckled excitedly. He was feeling more hot, more masculine. He wanted to repeat what he did so he moved towards her again.

"Greg!" Shaira's voice was louder.

Leonil heard Shaira's voice from the other side of the red curtain. It felt like she was in danger. As soon as her heard her voice, his movement automatically went to where he heard it. He gasped at what he saw.

"Shaira!" Leonil's fists clumped.

Greg was distracted and as he looked at Leonil's side, he received a strong punch on the face.