Poisoned Love

07. He Is Not Mine

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"I didn't mean to." I defended myself. "I just-"

"Just what?" He cuts me off, his voice stern. "I don't want to discuss anything with you, Lydia and I don't fucking need to either." His words hurt me more than they should've. I sucked in a deep breath and said something I'd probably regret. Call me impulsive, but I'd rather watch my mother kiss Ademar right now than stay in this car with Ace.

"Let me out." I say, my tone weak.

"Lydia." He lectures me.

"Let me out!" I repeated, this time, I was angrier.

"We're almost there, Lydia." He says, rolling up the windows. It was only his voice echoing in my ears. "Next time, if you're going to be so childish just don't let me drive you."

I scoffed. "You offered me a ride." I reminded him and he remains silent so I take my chances and I say something I shouldn't have, like always. "If you're gonna be so fucking rude then don't ever offer me a ride." My words seemingly got to him because they caused him to stay silent. We pulled up in front of my house and his head was fixated on the road. His fingers tapped on the steering wheel. I turned my whole body around to face him. I folded my arms below my chest.

"To answer your question..." I sucked in a long breath. "yes, I've been hurt before." I exhaled, feeling like a heavy weight was lifted off of me. My sentence caught his attention because he turned around to face me too. He didn't say a word. I was frustrated with his annoying silence.

"Well are you going to say something or should I leave?" I asked and he shook his head lightly, not knowing what to say. I aggressively unfastened my seatbelt and heeled off. I heard another door being opened and it forced me to stop in my tracks.

"Wait, Lydia." He says, his voice so full of emotion. I just didn't know what emotion it was. I turned around and my arms were still folded beneath my chest tightly. "I'm sorry for how I treated you, I shouldn't have yelled like that."

"Yes, you shouldn't have." I insisted. The stone hard expression on my face was just to conceal all of the pain I felt. My subconscious was screaming at me to jump at Ace, find comfort in him.

"So am I forgiven...?" He asks. I licked my lips nervously. I didn't know what to tell him. My actions will either relieve my pain or magnify it. I knew what I was about to do was risky and impulsive, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't fight my emotions right now.

"Oh fuck this." I muttered under my breath.

I cupped Ace's face between my hands and locked my lips with him. He hesitated at first but eventually, he kissed me back, easing my pain. The minty taste of his mouth filled mine. I can feel thousands of goosebumps rising on my skin and burning butterflies in my stomach. I lingered my finger on his hard chiseled jaw and then I moved my hand up, threading my hands inside his soft hair, earning a groan of pleasure from him. Our kiss was fiery, passionate and full of emotion. I can feel my body tensing. His lips were just as I pictured them, soft, plump and very kissable. Our breaths mingled and he twirled his tongue with mine as his hand was snaked around my waist and the other was below my ear. I was very lost in the moment that I wasn't able to stop this.

I pulled him by his spine closer, leaving no space between us. My hand was now on the back of his head. In an instant, I can feel him slightly pulling away and I was aware of the world around me again after it had froze. I lost the warmth he gave me. We were close, but not close enough.

"Lydia." he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Never before has my name ever felt so wonderful sliding off of anyone's tongue. I lean in for another kiss but he stops me. "We can't do this, you know that."

His hands glide up from my waist, brush against the sides of my breasts and he reached my face. He pulled my hands from his face. The world suddenly started working all over again and I realized what I have just done. Oh no.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." I tell him. I hoped he would say something but he didn't, worsening the situation. "I-I need to go." I made my way over to the house and gulped a huge lump in my throat. He didn't call me and I was more surprised and disappointed than I should've been. I don't even know what I just did. If my mother knew about this, she would be so ashamed. I can't even begin to imagine how Ace feels about this. He probably hates me now. I unlocked the door and instantly traveled up the stairs. I didn't bother to change out of my clothes. I just laid on my bed and curled into a ball. Memories of what we've just done came flooding back. What I did.

I couldn't help but shed a small tear. I was full of mixed emotions, one of which, confusion. Why didn't he stop this? Why did he even kiss me back? He's soon to be my stepbrother yet, this happened between us. This adds to the list of reasons why I can't let my mother marry Ademar. I buried my head inside the pillow and tried to drown in my own pool of sorrows. Luckily, it took me less than an hour to fall asleep.

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The next morning, I decided to change into my pajamas because I'll be staying in today. I went downstairs and headed for the kitchen. I heard some chattering in the living room but I didn't care to see who was in there. I'm sure it's just my mother speaking to Cara about her stupid dress or something.

I brought a milk carton from the fridge and I grabbed some cereal from the pantry. I poured my contents inside a bowl and started eating. I wrapped up my hair in a messy bun so that it doesn't fall into my cereal. I usually never style my hair into buns at all but I don't fancy cereal with hair inside.

I munched down the cereal and when I was done, I rinsed off my spoon and bowl and placed them in the dishwasher. I washed my hands and mouth too and I was about to get back upstairs but the door to the living room clicked open and I'm intrigued to see who was in there. I leaned across the kitchen's counter and watched as a tall figure came out.

It was Ace. He got out of the living room and my mother was behind him. When he realized I was inside the kitchen, he began approaching me. Expressionlessness was written all over him.