Loving the Mafia Heir [ COMPLETED ]

LTMH-21: Spur

Ivan's POV

I was busy cooking when I felt a hand touched my shoulders, as an impulse I looked back to see who it was. There I was welcomed by a pair of mesmerizing eyes, her eyes. Those eyed I long to see, every day. I thought I'll never get to see this! Am I dreaming? Please wake me up.

Unconciously I snaked my hands on her waist and pulled her closer as I closed the distance of our faces.

Pero tinulak nya ako't don ko nakita si Queen na mukhang galit na galit. What the fck am I going to do?

"What the fck?" She exclaimed outrangeously.

"Oh fck I'm sorry." Taranta kong sabi. Siguro nagulat sya sa ginawa ko. I didn't meant to, I was just-

"Wag kang OA. Feeling mo naman first time mong halikan ako. Tsk." Then she stormed out of the room. To the veranda. After a few minutes I lost my sane, I thought I get to see her again.

Sinundan ko sya patungo sa veranda, but then I stopped on my tracks when I saw her dress. Her dress. Why the fck is she wearing those?

I lost my sense and rushed to her and harshly pulled her hand. She looked at me with questions in her eyes. Without me knowing my hands are already unzipping the zipper of the dress and taking it off of her.

I'm hearing voices inside my head, telling me to punish her, to slap her and to torture her just like what they did to her. I was again losing my sane, all I know now is that I'm feeling great anger towards her. I suddenly felt the pang of pain like a fresh wound being poured with salt as the memories came flashing through my mind making me feel twisted and vengeful again. I wanted to cry but then I can't, I think I forgot how to.

A silent sob snapped me back to reality and pushed all the anger inside me, now I feel guilty. As I watch her face the floor with both hands covering her exposed body, I saw a tear rolled down her cheeks and it followed by another one, and the series goes on. I watched her cry not knowing what to do.

I felt guilt and pain for making her cry, I didn't want to make her cry, but then I did. I want to rush to her side to hug her and tell her to stop crying, but then I can't. I don't have the courage to do so, and I can't seem to think straight.

"Sht. I'm sorry! Fck. I made you cry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I- I was just- sht! Put that on. Please put it on." I panickly said with shaky hands. My heart beating fast I feel nervous of her reaction. Know her she'll be mad at what I did. I feel so sorry. As I reflected on what I did to her.

She picked up the dress from the floor then stared at it for a few seconds, I was left stunned when she threw it to me with anger in her eyes, I was expecting that reaction but then theres still pain oozing in my heart, I felt dejected.