Hello, My LOVE

FOUR

It's been a whole week of sitting in the hospital, praying, and being tired constantly. Mr. Black was there with me through all of it and I was thankful. At some point, I thought he loved me that's why he's being so generous. But maybe it was just my tired mind. 

"Why don't you go home and rest" my father said. The surgery went well, my father and the donor both were healthy now. And I was ecstatic. But now I had other things to worry about such as Mr. BLACK.

"Yes, Dad! I'll go after you'll sleep not before that." I said affirmatively.

"You're boss is really nice. If he visits again tell me, I'll thank him personally." My father thought Black did all this without asking for anything in return.

"Dad, Don't worry. I'll do that for you. Please sleep and take rest so that I can take you back" I don't want my father to thank him again, even though I'm thankful I can't forgive him for what he asked in return. No matter how selfish or bitchy I sound.

I realized my father was sleeping now. I never understood how my father could sleep just by shutting his eyes. But he looked so much better than before that I stood there just to thank this moment.

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On my way home, I stopped to purchase some groceries. I was buying stuff to make pesto pasta. But somehow I found myself standing in the liquor aisle, I debated if I needed some wine. But then I thought, little wine never hurts anyone, and bought a bottle.

At the billing counter the guy started randomly chatting with me.

"Pesto pasta, great choice," he said. And even though I hate small talk, I had to reply.

"Yeah!" I'm not normal, I get super uncomfortable in these situations.

"So you're a good cook?" He asked. So, this guy doesn't take a hint huh?

"Not a good cook but I can make decent food," I said even though I don't.

"I'm a great chef" proudly he stated. Is he really boasting about his cooking skills to a random stranger? People are so weird.

"Good for you" I chuckled a little. I had to. This guy was on something.

"Hey, I made you smile," he said. Oh, he's trying to flirt.

"Thanks" What? Why did I say thanks?

"Hahaha you're cute, thank you for coming. See you soon." He said with a sweet smile.

"Thank you so much." And I left cause these thank yous were making it more weird.

I reached my house and my nightmare was waiting outside my apartment complex. Mr. Black.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" I asked with a serious tone.

"Pretty straightforward." He chided.
Yeah, whatever, I thought.

"I came here to remind you to come to my house on Friday night, that's tomorrow if you forgot." He said. And I'm wondering why didn't he just call me.

"Yeah, I will. See you later then." I said. I just want him to leave.

"You're not going to invite me inside. I thought we could have some wine together." He said. I really thought he was cool but he's just creepy and nothing else.

"O-okay." I invited him. Because this is more awkward than the interaction I had earlier.

We went inside my house. I turned to lock the gate when he decided to lean on me.
He was so close to me that I could feel his boner and I'm sure he was feeling my butt. His hands were on the door but I was not pressed against the door.
Then he ran his nose along my neck and said
"Don't go flirting with others, you're mine.

This statement was the epitome of problematic but the fact that he knew this was more scary.

"H-how did you know?" I asked, sincerely.

"Just know that I know everything," he said and then bit my earlobe.
So naturally I leaned my head to stop him. But he chose to tug my hair from the other side. This caused a little "ah" to leak my mouth.

I can't believe this, I can't believe him.

"Are you following me?" I asked while acknowledging this position. My hair was not hurting but he was making me feel uncomfortable.

"That's for me to know and you to find out" he said. Okay, that's not scary at all. And with that, he left me.

While I was still trying to figure out what just happened, he went to my couch sat comfortably, and said
"I'm hungry, what do you have in your house?"

I turned and tried to act all normal. But inside I felt thirsty, like legit water thirsty.

So I cleared my throat and said
"I can make pasta if you like" I don't know why I acted all coy. When I should ask him to leave?

"I'll make pasta, you pour some wine" he ordered. And now, he's trying to take control of my house. Maybe I'm being inconsiderate, maybe he's being an asshole. I couldn't comprehend.

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And he made delicious pasta, and I don't know if I should compliment him because then he'll be more comfortable here. I guess I'll act cold and just eat.
We were sitting on my sofa cause I didn't have a dining table, with a plate full of pasta and a glass of wine.

"You like it?" He asked.
"Yeah!" I said trying to act as if this isn't the best pasta I ever ate.
"Take some more than." He said. Is he my new nanny now? The fuck. Why is he behaving like this?
"I will. Thanks." I said annoyed.
He smiled a toothless smile at me and said "I'll leave now. Don't go flirting with guys and take care of yourself."

As much as his smile melted my heart his words made me cold. I hated that he tried to control my life. So I just rolled my eyes instead of saying something. Which of course didn't settle right with him. And he came near me, and pulled the plate out of my hands. And then with a tug pulled me up, closer to him. I was so surprised that I couldn't understand what he was doing but the moment his lips connected to mine. I knew.

He kissed me, and I didn't like it. My lips were shut tight cause this was inappropriate considering our relationship. But then he did something unexpected he groped my ass. But guess what I didn't open my mouth.

I was focusing so much on not opening my mouth that I didn't even feel him groping me at first.

He smirked while kissing my lips. I felt a little proud but that nano-second of proudness ended with a smack. On my butt. This asshole had the audacity to slap my butt. And to his happiness, it was enough for me to open my mouth.

He deepened the kiss. When I decided to push him. And to my utter surprise, he left me.

He looked at my red Tomato resembling face and gave a smile.
And said, "Don't roll your eyes, they make me horny." First of all Yuck. At that moment my rebellious instinct said roll your eyes again. And I did just to stop realizing his words.

This made him laugh. And I ended up biting my lips to stop myself from smiling.