A/N: Sexual Content ahead. Please be advised. ;)
It was already three o' clock in the afternoon when Nikka woke up. As she opened her eyes, she realized where she was and sat up immediately.
Ever since her brother passed away, she had not slept better. She kept having nightmares that kept her awake most of the night, leaving her exhausted most of the day. Eating became a chore and she had gotten herself used to starving herself even if she had money to buy food.
Because of that, her stomach grumbled, and it became her mission now to fill it up quickly. Standing up from the bed, she walked towards the door and looked outside.
When she came out, she looked for Marcus but he was not there. She walked towards the dining table, and saw that it was set-up for her. There was a bouquet of red roses in the middle of the table and her eyes noticed a note on the plate addressed to her.
She took it as it read:
Hello beautiful! I made your favorite bacon, eggs and fried rice just like Tita Martha used to serve us. Help yourself. Just went out to get a few things. I'll be back soon.
Marcus
She took the note and smiled. Marcus had always been the sweet and caring man she had remembered.
'But he still hurt you,' she told herself.
How could she forget that day!
That day when it was supposed to be the happiest day of her life and yet, it turned out to be the cause of her pain for three years.
Nikka sighed and finished her meal. She vowed to herself that she would never let him hurt again.
'I will list my terms to him,' she promised herself.
She stood up and started washing the dishes, when suddenly, she noticed something. Her eyes darted everywhere as her mind panicked.
"My purse! Where is my purse?" she asked herself. "Could be be..."
She abandoned the dishes and looked everywhere inside the apartmenr but it was gone.
Where could he place it?
Suddenly, the door opened.
"Hey gorgeous! How's your beauty rest?" he asked, a luggage in his hand.
Nikka crossed her eyebrows and wlaked briskly towards him.
"What is the meaning of this?!" she asked angrily. "Why do you have my things? Where is my purse?"
"I sold it on ebay," he joked.
"What?! Are you-"
"Relax. I kept it somewhere safe."
Nikka pointed her finger on his chest and yelled, "I am not playing with you, Marcus Alec Jones!"
Marcus was amused. He knew she was really mad this time but he could never let her go.
Not this time.
"Look?! If you think you can fool me around and wrap me around your fingers, you're wrong. I can file a kidnapping case against you and have you jailed for life!" Nikka threatened.
Marcus dropped the luggage and laughed.
"You think this is funny, huh?!" she raged and punched his chest.
"Ouch! Hey, that hurts!" he said and clutched his chest.
Nikka stopped and giving him a sullen glance, she started to walk away when he pulled her into his arms. She tried to pull away but he held her tighter and he placed his forehead on hers. She looked up to his eyes, as he stared at her lips.
"My dear Nikka, why do you hate me so? I'm trying my best here. I'm keeping my promise this time," he whispered and she pushed her head slightly away from him. Her eyebrows furrowed.
"What promise?" she asked, confused.
"That I will take care of you no matter what," he whispered.
She did not understand it.
Is it something he promised himself?
Well if it is, he is too late. He had already caused damage into her life for him to make that promise.
"Let me go, Marcus," she pleaded, trying to push him away once again.
"No. You're not going anywhere this time, Nikka. I let you go before but not this time. Not anymore," and he pulled her much closer that their faces were only inches apart.
And before she could utter a word, he captured her small soft lips. He had waited for this for so long that his yearning grew each time that she was away from him.
Her lips tasted like cherry and he urged her to part them for him, pushing with his tongue as he tried to deepen the kiss. He saw her closed her eyes and he felt her hands cupping his face as she kissed him back.
Nikka slightly parted her lips and he took that opportunity to push his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly underneath his, as he felt her weakening from his embrace. He held her tighter as he continued to kiss her passionately.
He longed for this for years, wondering when he could ever take her in his arms again, just like the first time they ever kissed. Now, he was determined not to let her go.
Not this time.. never again.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as they continued to kiss. All the reasoning that she had, faded away as the memory of his kiss imprinted on her heart.
She remembered this feeling.
The feeling where she had poured out her heart so much for one person... for him alone. And though she wouldn't admit it, she knew her heart screamed for it.
Her heart didn't forget.
It was still there... it never left.
Marcus gently released her from his arms and cupped her face. He could feel the desire slowly awakening him and he wanted more. He wanted more of her and he pushed her against the nearest wall, pinning her with his heated body.
His growing urges continued to engulf him and it went down to his groin. He heard her gasped, feeling it piercing through her, and he lifted her legs up to his waist. He then let go of her mouth and started to trail kisses down her throat. Her hands dug at the back of his neck as she whimpered, which add up to his excitement.
He could feel the urgency to get inside her, to fill up the hunger he had been curbing for years. He clasped her bottom and carried her into the bedroom, not wanting to part from her.
They both dropped on the bed. Nikka slightly opened her eyes as Marcus saw the desire in her eyes. Unbuttoning his shirt, he shoved it off and threw it on the floor. He devoured her lips once again, as her fingers ran down her muscled chest. He groaned, feeling the need to touch her skin....
The softness of her sensitive part underneath that clothing...
Reaching inside her dress, his hand travelled the path from her legs up to where her treasure was hidden.
Slowly, he pulled that piece of clothing as he heard her gasped and froze.
"Marcus," was the only word that came out of her mouth...