And Then We Fell In Love

Chapter 6

Flash of memory.

"You are mine, say it princess say it". He was between my legs licking and sucking me.

"Yes, Yes I am yours", I screamed as I came and he liked every bit of it.

I froze because I don't know how to react. Zack Hunt wants me to be his.

I guess Zack noticed because he stopped kissing, but his hands were still around my waist and we stared at each other.

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Zack POV:

My hands were still around Joan's small waist and my lips were inches away from hers. Her lips were swollen because of our recent makeout session, her eyes shone with desire, a hint of confusion and shock. Her body was perfectly tangled with mine. I didn't even realize we were lying on the couch. I could continue staring at her forever and yet I know that I can never get enough. Suddenly she pushed me away, I guess she was back into the feisty mode.

"Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god", she murmurs wrapping her head with her hand and started hyperventilating and I just went and sat on the couch staring at her. While she continues chanting oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... and when it felt like she has said it forever, I spoke again.

"You know instead of chanting oh my god million times you can talk to me instead, my be that will take us somewhere", I said nonchalantly to which she responded by throwing first thing nearby, which was a book and I dodged it deliberately then came a notepad which I caught and placed it safely nearby she was about to throw one more book at me when I spoke. "If you are planning to trash my mom's library don't expect me to save your pretty little ass from my mom, she loves this library and she won't be happy if you continue to trash it", I said seriously. I guess she finally realized what she was doing, so next she slumped on the couch hiding her face with her hands.

"What the hell are you doing to me?", she moaned, still hiding her face in her hands, I guess she is probably embarrassed now because the Joan I heard about was always calm and collected never out of place, not feisty not at all a mess. But a woman in front of me was different, she was nowhere close to calm and collected. She was a volcano who always wants to explode either in the form of desire or anger. But she was nothing I heard from people around me. Because Joan I knew was boring and probably a robot. She doesn't give away most of her emotions, but now her emotions were all over the place. Why do I have a feeling there is a whole different person inside her and no one has met the real Joan Adams.

"I could ask you the same question you know?", I said matching her tone because I am equally pissed at her maybe more than her.

"I didn't do anything to you", she said, glaring and pouting like a child.

"Didn't do anything, seriously? Since the day you walked out of my bed all I think is you, I freaking searched you everywhere, I even went to the same bar we met every night, hoping you would show up while you were on the mission on hiding from me so much that I had to drag you to this library to make you talk", I said breathing rapidly all she managed to do was look at me innocently. I have this feeling to strangle her and at the same time I want to make love to- Wow, now where did that come from, I don't make love to women, I just fuck them and leave but again Joan wasn't any other women, was she?

"You did what now?", She asked me and she was smiling and the next minute she was laughing. Is she crazy or drunk I mean a minute before she was pissed at me and she is laughing now? If it was anyone else I would have punched them by now, but all I can do was glare. Once she got her senses back she started to sober up and she giggled a bit.