Pulling his lips away from mine, Sin stares at my shocked face. I blush, avoiding his eyes, "What was that for?" It was out of nowhere. We had just been talking like we normally do when he reached out and kissed me.
"I keep thinking about that night," he says, running a hand along my cheek, forcing me to face him. That hand travels down to my shoulder, "This dress looks really good on you." He pulls at the sleeve, but I grip his wrist, stopping him.
"Why are you acting like this right now? It doesn't seem like it, but are you drunk again?"
"No," he replies, which I believe. I guess this is pretty normal for him. "When I first brought you along, I thought you could be a concubine for me, but after the trip back with you I knew you'd refuse. But I was hoping maybe tonight.."
I scoff, a bit irritated that that's all he has to say after forcing a kiss on me. He seems to have lost a bit of his confidence now, "Oh honey, I'm sorry, but I'm not that easy."
"Well, you practically begged me to f*ck you last time." He winks, treating this like another joke.
"And you bought a supposed 'wife' to be your.. friend's assistant."
He gently kisses my cheek while whispering in my ear, "Please, just before I go?"
I push my hands against his chest, "If you want someone to be your sex doll, find someone else. It's not like there aren't loads of attractive women throwing themselves at you with every turn."
I get up and storm off to my room. A part of me hopes he'll storm after me and another that he will come knocking on my door any moment. But he doesn't. The more and more I think about it the more conflicted I feel.
Burying my face in my pillow, I let out a frustrated sigh. 'Why did I say no?' I start to wonder if I could head to his room and tell him I'd changed my mind, but I decided against it. It would be more hurtful in the chance he took my advice and was with someone else. I wanted him as much as he did me, but I couldn't so easily give in to him. I didn't want to show that same desperate and vulnerable side of me that he saw that one night. If I went to him now, I'd feel no more different than any of those other women. That would be too difficult, because I found I'd grown to love him.
Soon I woke up to find he had already left. I guess he had nothing more to say to me.