Won't You Please Remember Me? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7 - Attraction and Pain

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Santa Claus’s Son is My Master?! WTF!!!

Recap:

I don’t care anymore. To whatever with my temper, to whatever with my job, and to whatever with him.  I’ve lost it.

The problem was what I did after. I expected myself to launch at him and knock him to the ground senseless to force the truth out why I slept for five days. The knocking-him-to-the-ground part went well when I leapt at him from the bed and shoved him down. But the part where I grab his collar and smack his lips with mine wasn’t part of the plan.

What the heck is my body doing?!

My mind went blank when his lips collided with mine. Nothing but him occupied it. I took in how his eyes widen when I kissed him. I took in how he partly opened his mouth at the impact of my inappropriate gesture. I took in how he sat on the plush carpet with me straddling him, shocked. I took in every move he made and I felt nothing but satisfaction.

What the hell brain?! What kind of orders are you giving to my body?! This is highly indecent and you’re messing with my boss. Forget that. You’re messing with my sanity!

I have to put an end to this!

I pushed him away and tried my best not to stutter like an idiot when I said, “Answers! Now.”

I know that sounded like a great way for him to start spilling the beans, but he didn’t. Ironically from what I was expecting, a mischievous smile formed on his lips.

Damn.

“What are you smiling for?! Get that grin off your face!”

Then he started laughing. Laughing! As if I wasn’t pinning him to the floor and strangling the living lights out of him; this guy can really get on your nerves.

I couldn’t have been prepared for what came next.

One second, I was on top of him, and the next, I was pinned down on the carpet beneath him with my hands held above by his. How? He simply made use of our position earlier and pushed me into the opposite direction, making me land on my back and him above me.

Another damn.

He gave a low chuckle and snarled. He leaned his face closer towards mine. “That was a sneaky way to do it, don’t you think?”

I bared my teeth and said menacingly, “I’m not doing anything of the sort. That kiss was just an impulse because of my anger. Since I might get jailed for knocking you down due to your position here, my brain apparently decided another tactic.”

He just smiled even wider and loomed closer towards me. I swallowed convulsively while I felt his breath at the hollow of my throat. This is driving me crazy. What the heck is he doing? I just wanted answers and forgive me if my brain didn’t function well enough to do something else rather than kissing the guy. What more, he’s my boss. I kind of liked this job since everyone is so nice anyway and it’s not really that much for me to help the guy around anyway. But I am afraid that my heart will stop beating due to how fast it’s pumping right now. Forget about being asleep for five days. I can stop breathing altogether if this guy won’t keep his distance.

“I guess, the kiss mark isn’t all that’s left of our encounter last time.” His voice rasped against my skin.

I shuddered as I struggled to keep my breath even. “What’s my kiss mark got to do with this? Get off me and be prepared to answer my questions!”

Then I froze as I felt something wet, hot, and rough glide itself from the base of my neck to my chin.

I screamed.

“What the **** are you doing, b******?! Get off me!” I shouted angrily.

Instead, he ignored me and started to gently nibble at the hollow of my throat.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I started wriggling and squirming and bucking him off of me. I started kicking me legs and twisting around. I screamed and protested angrily at him to keep his hands and tongue to himself.

But. He. Still. Won’t. Listen!

I started to panic. I remembered something like this in the past. Something I’ve been trying to forget all my life. Something that I thought I’ve accepted and forgotten. Why the heck am I lying to myself? I just shut it off of my brain and thought I could go on as long as it doesn’t decide to show itself again. Guess I was wrong.

Images flooded my mind. That time when the boyfriend I thought I love, tried to force me to bed.

My mind went blank and my instincts took control. I raised my knee and kneed him in the balls. He contracted in pain as he let my hands go and reached to cup his balls. I took this a chance to grab his arms, twist them around, and pushed him face front towards the carpet. Then I put my knee in the middle of his back to keep him steady.

“You’re the lowest jerk of the slimiest men I’ve ever met in my entire life!” I cried at him.

Then I darted out of the room, my hands wiping the tears that seemed to flood out of my eyes. I can hear him going after me, trying to talk to me, but I didn’t want to listen.

“Forwon, I’m sorry! Please listen to me!” I can hear him shout.

It’s not really his fault. If I were to be honest with myself, I didn’t hate what he did to me. His touch was startling, but they didn’t bode any threat. They were gentle, tender, and it felt right. Everything felt right at that moment and I couldn’t have refused him.

But I can’t stand the pain I remembered from the memories that came so suddenly.

My heart squeezed again.

I just can’t stand them.

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