A Warmth December

Chapter Five

He reposes the glass walking toward me, anger fills his dark glance. He grabs the front of the dress and sheds the dress apart that exposes my bare breast. He grabs me by my waist and He kisses me violently. Desire, lust burning inside me obligated me to touch him but he shaves my hand away, his darker sight telling me to lay in the bed and I do as I am told.

He pins my hand above my head, expanding my legs wider leaving me expose at the bed. He makes my nipple hard and longer with his finger, leaving me drowning in this helpless feeling. I try to squirm but he sinks my back on the mattress.

"Stay still Olivia or I swear to I'll kill you" he groans between my legs. He twirls his tongue around and around on my sex, devour my clitoris with avidity and I suddenly feel my wall tighten . I mewl, this intensity is too much.

"Ah, stop please stop" I moan trying to squirm my body.

"Just so you know, everyone is sleeping. And Olivia I don't think you want them to know you are screwing some stranger. He angrily divulges and I rapidly cover my mouth. "Good girl" he adds, unbuckling his belt, "I'm going to fuck you. Really hard Olivia, you double cross me today and humiliate me"

Before I can say something, he slams into me and I gasp. Every stroke is possessing every inch of my body. Silently cry in pleasure and sorrow. His mouth is open slightly and his breathing is harsh. He groans invading me with anger. He moves faster, thrust inside me with rage that all I'm able to feel is humiliation. He groans call out my name and rolls in the side of the bed.

I bring up my knees to my chest hugging it tightly as he sits in the edge of the bed with his hand gripping his messy hair. "Why, I couldn't even sleep or fucking eat all I was able to do was drunk like some alcoholic. Why did you fucking leaving me", oh God, not now. I am not in the mood for angry Michael

"You fucking leave me for no reason" he grips my face forcing me to look at him. But, I close my eyes. "Are you going to answer me" he shouts staring at me.

I punch him in his chest before pushing him away from me, "you want to know why I leave you. You're an asshole, I hate you. You're screwing me anytime you want while in every interview you told them you don't have a girlfriend, you're humiliate me every time we having sex like some kind of whore." I shout at him, "and you're ashamed of me, yes I get it you're the richest man in the country with a girlfriend like me who..."

"I'm not ashamed of you and I've never humiliate you when we're having sex" he attempts to touch me but I take a step back, "I didn't mean to make you feel like that you know very well that I love you" he glides his finger into his hair.

"I don't care" I walk into the bedroom and lock the door sobbing in my own little corner.

"Open the door, Livvie I'm begging you. You can tell me what you want I'll do it just please let's talk. Baby open the door let's just..." he stops talking so I press my ear into the door until I hear his girlfriend or whatever.

"Where were you yesterday" the girl shouts at him and I hear him sigh.

"I'm busy right not and you know were not really a real couple right. so, cut the crap and leave me alone" the girl huffs and make her way out.

"Olivia please just give me a second chance to show you I'm not ashamed of you please" he bangs the door and I jump in fear.

"I don't care anymore" I tell him half sobbing. Of course I care but I'm not going in this road again, I did it too many times with him.

I groan at the fresh morning sun gleams over my face, I pat the sleep in my eyes to realize I am still at the bathroom hugging my body on the floor. I cry silently at the pain from my cramping feet and walk to my bedroom take off my clothes for a quick shower.

Today is 25 and I want to be at my parent house for Christmas dinner, after some minutes later I am ready to get on the road. Well, not really ready like I expected to, my eyes is puffy like a millions bees has fed from my face and my hair is a mess, but I don't care I just want to get the hell out here.

I make my way to the living room with my suitcase behind me, and I find it really odd since there is nobody, not even one beside me on the motel. So, I peek at the window to find everyone watching at something big smile on their face. So, I head outside leaving my suitcase in the room.

"Yes, you big head" I hear my voice in this gigantic TV which all these people are watching and laughing at and when I glance at it. It is me and Michael. All of our photos, videos.

"Olivia, I know that I've never tell you, how grateful I was for slapping the first day we met" he start standing in the well decorate stage. What is going on? "You're the only person who make me feel like a normal person and I love it and I love you" he smiles shaking his head like he cannot believe what he is going to say "and" his eyes become wider when he spot my sight. Everyone turn follow his sight, and next things I know I'm in the middle of two well-arranged crowd.

"Like I was going to say, I mean I was defeat and promised myself to make you pay for this slap but instead this happen" he points at all the beautiful romantic decoration and a smile slightly escape my lips. "So, Olivia Smith, will you marry me" what? Oh my God, I cover my mouth trying to stick the sobbing gasp in. I don't know what to say I'm still mad at him and I've never really thinking about marry the second wealthiest man in the country. My mind is lost at all my confusion memory, stand there with my eyes close while the crowd are whispering saying yes to the guy.

My vibrated phone jolt me from my reverie and I slide it to respond to my best friend. "Oh my God, Vie I can't believe it did you see that" she shouts and I can tell she is jumping around excited but why is she excited.

"What's going on" I ask her.

"are you kidding me, are you going to say yes or leave him knelling in front of you like that" what is she talking about and when I glimpse, there he is. Knelling with this gigantic diamond. This is beautiful.

"How, where, are you here in the crowd"

"Girl no, like the entire world is watching you right now just say yes"

I look at the crowd, people with their eyes full with tears some hot girls rolling their eyes at me and other are clapping. And I'm standing here, confuse I don't know what to say and I can't say later because thousand well the world is watching I can't say no even if I want to.

"So, will you marry me" I cover my sobbing know that I'm just going to have to make a deal with the devil.

"Yes" I whisper sobbing and he claps my face in his hands and kiss me real hard like he always does. He enters the wing at my shaking fingers and wipe the tears form my eyes.

"I guess I'm going in Naropia with my future wife" he smiles kissing the back of my hand, "I love you" he confesses and I smile hugging him.

And you guys if you want a story about the deal she made with the devil....let me know.

And have yourself a Merry Christmas.

Happy New Years everyone