"... Please?!" He begged me with his eyes.
Okay, that was not what I envisioned him to say. He had a freaking knife on his hand and him giving me those sad puppy eyes? Was blowing my mind into pieces. I didn't wanna sound like a masochist but why did he 'beg'. I mean I could've done anything for him to ensure I stayed safe like in the movies.
"Moan in pleasure for me" I heard him say out of nowhere in that so delicious deep voice of his with an accent on top, I was stuffed.
The foreign thugs outside were busy making a ruckus. Simply put outside our toilet was pure chaos. I thought I heard a bullet once or twice out there. But that wasn't enough to not make me taken aback by his request.
"What?" I asked taking a step back so I could understand him better. In my defense, I was slightly drunk.
"You've the most beautiful lips I've ever seen on a human... I wanna kiss them sore" He said again though it was sexy as hell but, I could sense some panic in his voice. Like he was rushing me or something.
"Boy, come again?" I ask for confirmation because, A: I was a drop dead narcissist, I needed the repeat to feed my Ego B: That was crazy, no one just springs up and ask for kisses. Chillax boy.
I knew I was pretty and everything but, that was too fast and too hard for me. I was just out of the closet for like five minutes. Give a boy some time play, will you?.
He ignored my earlier comment and before I could consent, his lips slanted on mine maybe Damon was right about the man I met that night being him because there was never that kind of fire with Trevor. Ever. Not even by accident.
I always thought that it was as what everyone says about sparks fading when you're married. That's why my marriage with Trevor was mostly driven mechanically rather than doing it with the heart.
Sometimes, I felt so lonely with him sleeping next to me.
Back to my memory lane...,
It was my first kiss with a male. A mysterious domineering one at that. I used to love those domineering novels and I got to experience how one can own up to your very soul with just a kiss.
"Can't you fucking respond?!" Cursed the man returning me to our mother earth once again. And so I did as he wanted. I responded with everything I had in me. He was a good kisser, really. But, what made me drown was the feeling that I could taste his heart through the kiss.
I didn't know I was craving him until I tasted those lips.
I was so out of it that I was pretty sure I began undressing him frantically in the middle of our lips conversing in a language so beautiful that it's hard to explain nor relive.
"Shhhh" He said after he broke our kissing session and started idling my lips with his fingers lightly.
"Thank you for that, I enjoyed myself" He said before taking my hand to feel the bulge in his pants. Damn, was it so hard!. But that didn't add up with the fact that he wanted to leave me just like that.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked the obvious as I clearly saw him walking out of the toilet with me left standing. Empty again.
"I'm leaving?" He replied in a questioning tone, confused by my question.
"Like hell you are!" I yelled running to grab him by the waist tightly. We were already out of our safe haven and I was clearly making a scene in front of an audience.
I could've sworn I saw people cleaning blood in there but, I could be hallucinating though. Focusing on the matter at hand...
He can't just use me and dump me like trash. My name is Anderson, meaning priceless and that's how I love being treated as. Priceless human being!.
"How could you play me like that? That was my first time that you took! You need to take responsibility, you have to!" I sobbed shaking him back and forth making the surrounding people... or better termed as thugs due to their vicious dark auras around them to take their advances to me before they stopped. Weird, right?.
"And how do you want me to take one?!" Asked the boss after he got out of my bind, facing me.
"Marry me, I can't live without you now. How will I face the world when I'm tainted like this?!" I sobbed running to his embrace.
I wasn't THAT heartbroken. It just felt good acting spoiled to him so I did just that.
"You saved my life and whatever you want from me it's yours for the taking so, if it's the marriage you want then, you're going to have it by every mean possible" Declared the man, hugging me tightly to him.
"Prepare the jet and all the necessary documents. We are going to my wedding" He told his minions who all replied the unified 'Yes, boss' making my stomach tingle.
And he was the boss!. Such an orgasm inducing speech he got there.
That. There. Should be a dead give away that the man wasn't Trevor because damn, was he dead broke. We had to live by my money for three years!.
What hurt my brain cells mostly was the fact that that man of that night was never clear in my memories. I just assumed it was Trevor because I woke up tangled up with him on the bed. naked. And he reeked of alcohol!.
Well, I came to find out later that he's never sober. The smell is like his cologne or something.
Everything just happened so fast, in one minute I was being helped in the jet the next one I was throwing up buckets after I got out.
"What's wrong, love?" Asked the man, worriedly.
"I think I'm pregnant" I replied lightly making his hand that was patting my back to freeze.
"And you're the father, Mr...?" I continued after I rinsed my mouth.
"Emule... Call me Mr Emule" He replied with a laugh leading me to the waiting car.
"Well, Mr Emule, congratulations" I said seriously before we bursted out laughing our assess off.
Mafias are never that carefree, right?.
Because, with him I was happy, emptiness forgotten, those fake friends? They could be sent to the police station for not paying for their meal for all I cared.
It felt right to have him hugging me.
"So your name is Anderson Sybil, Are you gay or is this just one your fantasies?..." Asked the man perusing in his tablet.
"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked him instead of answering his question.
"What?" He replied switching off the tablet so he could focus on me entirely.
"I like being her" I pouted burying myself in his embrace.
"Who?" He asked tightening his hold on me as if he could smell my vulnerability in the air.
"You know... nobody knows this, not even my twin.... so, keep it safe in your big heart!" I said in a husky whisper. I didn't know my throat was dry until then or maybe, it was just me being afraid of shedding my layers to him.
"What's the secret again?" He asked seriously.
"Sometimes... sometimes I'm a girl, when no one is watching... I used to apply make up on my face and play dress up with her clothes, looking pretty in front of my mirror. Does that make me a freak?" I said in a nasal voice.
"You're a lot of things and a freak ain't one of them" He assured me lovingly before kissing on my temple. I guessed that's the only thing I needed because, I relaxed just after.
"How about I marry you in a wedding dress, you could also put on your make up and look like the princess you are" Suggested the man while playing with my knuckles just like Damon loves playing with mine.
"Really? You swear it?" I asked excitedly climbing on top of him before I kissed him loudly on his smiling lips.
"I swear on my father's name!" He assured holding me by my waist before he positioned me in a straddling posture. I loved it.
"Which is?" I pressed looking at his face seriously.
I've known him for like four hours and in our conversations it's all about me. I wasn't complaining though because, It's true as he said that I was 'a lot'.
I could talk his ears off about me. It was like I was obsessed with me.
"God" He replied casually before the car stopped and we got down to do some wedding shoppings.
I was the happiest, the first day I felt free to be me, I felt his genuine feelings.