He lowered his head while his hands tightened on the steering wheel. "I can't say it. I'm sorry. And now I'm even more burdened because you've helped me twice."
"Then you'll have to pay," I said flatly and quickly. He looked at me with an inexplicable gaze. "Give me an explanation."
"Other than that."
"I don't want anything else," I retorted, not to be outdone.
"Then be prepared for disappointment." The young man replied softly and coldly.
"But you promised me."
He ruffled his hair and growled, "You've turned my two principles against me." The man let out a long breath. "Well, let's just say that I'm not a man whose life is smooth and doesn't have a variety of problems chasing me wherever I go. You know, I've done something that makes them angry and eager to take my life. Are you satisfied?"
"I'm not really surprised," I commented in a coldly pretentious tone. Although inwardly I was thinking about what he had done to put his life in danger.
The roar of the car sounded faintly, growing louder and louder. I looked behind me, and was immediately startled by the sound of a barrel bouncing.
From beside me, I immediately heard the man grumble. "What a lunatic! He shouldn't have gotten his license that fast."
The Ferrari spun 180 degrees before coming to a stunning stop near this car. The window opened, revealing a man with a witty face who seemed to be having fun. His face looked younger and more energetic than the man I had been with. He offered a grin before saying, "Did I miss something?"
"Don't be crazy," said the man beside me. Really, I think I need to ask his name. He looked at me as he said, "Come on, we'll take you home." He then turned to the man in the Ferrari again. "To the Hyatt Regency Hotel."
Within seconds, we had changed places. The man and I sat next to each other in the back seat. Isaac said that he had sent someone to take care of the half-destroyed car.
"I'm Isaac, what's your name?" Isaac asked in his pleasant tone. He looked at me in the mirror hanging in the center, his smile was bright and he looked like the happiest person in the world.
"My name is Leandra," I replied as politely as I could, while enduring the pain in my shoulder that I had ignored.
"You saved Marco, right? I'm really glad he was saved by a beautiful girl like you." Marco? So that was his name? The name of the young man whose mere kiss could make me think of him like an idiot.
"Isaac, shut up!"
Isaac pursed his lips. "You're really not cool."
I ignored them. I'm currently prioritizing the pain in my shoulder. Unconsciously, I hissed softly, then instantly bit my lip. I channeled how much it hurt by tightly squeezing the cardigan I was wearing.
"Come closer," Marco whispered. Hesitantly, I inched against him. He turned my body until we were facing each other.
"This really hurts," I murmured, trying not to cry.
Marco took off the left sleeve of my cardigan, so I was now wearing only one. He examined my wound with a grimace. "Isaac, do you have a First Aid Kit?"
"Just a sec," Isaac replied anxiously. He opened the desk and took out a white box.
Marco reached for it. "Drive carefully!" he ordered, because Isaac had been driving like a racer.
The pace of the car slowed down considerably. Marco started to open the box and worked skillfully on my wound. "Do anything if you're in a lot of pain."
I squeezed his thigh firmly. Marco did not show that he minded my action at all. In fact, he didn't even show any expression of pain at all, seemed calm and concerned about my situation. There were also many times I bit my lip to hold back a scream.
I was able to breathe a sigh of relief when Marco ended it well. There wasn't much change, but it was better. The man straightened my clothes before handing the First Aid Kit to Isaac again.
Isaac looked at me through the mirror. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" I didn't answer, just nodded slowly while blinking. He reached for the bottle and handed it to Marco. "This is for Leandra. Not for you."
Marco gave the water bottle a little annoyed glance and unscrewed the lid. I was too late to take the water because he had already drunk it to me. For the sake of everything else, this water really felt refreshing in my throat.
"Thank you."
He nodded. "Are you sure you want to go home now?"
" Yeah," I replied not really sure. I couldn't imagine Kim's reaction when she found out I was going home in this condition.
"Hey, Leandra... I was wondering why you saved Marco back then," Isaac said.
"I don't even know what I was thinking at that moment." The incident at the café replayed in my head. When that bald bastard pulled out a gun and pointed it at Marco. Then without thinking, I saved him from the bullet. And because of that, I made an innocent woman the target of that damn gun.
"We're here ...." Isaac admonished when we were in the hotel courtyard. I looked out the window, we were indeed there. I'd been thinking so much that I didn't realize that it was time for me to say goodbye to Marco. Our unexpected meeting, me getting hit with a gun for saving him. And now... it ended with me having caused an accident. Later I thought that as long as I was with him, bad things always happened to me. Not that I want to blame our meeting... but until now that was the case.
"I'll open it, just a moment," Marco said and immediately got out of the car and opened the door for me. The young man helped me out of this vehicle.
"Marco...," I called hesitantly. He looked at me as he waited for me to continue. "About your second debt, I want to ask for it now."
"Good." He smiled happily. "What do you want?"
I stared fixedly at his eyeballs, I saw how dark and mysterious they were. I sighed softly as I knew that I had to say it. Holding my breath, I began to part my lips, I spoke in a hushed voice.
"Kiss me."
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For a moment, Marco looked surprised. But it quickly disappeared as he immediately changed his expression to a calm one. "Are you serious?"" I am," I replied confidently. "Kiss me."Without any rush (like he did in the elevator earlier), Marco's left hand grabbed my waist to bring me closer, at the same time as his right hand cupped my cheek. I had already closed my eyes when those thin lips touched mine. He didn't do it hastily, gently and carefully as if I was the most fragile creature in the world.I squeezed his coat, trying to prevent Marco from ending the kiss quickly. He was still gently sucking on my lips, and I didn't want to let him go so soon. The reluctance to separate from him was driving me crazy and I wished that Marco would always be near me.His lips movement stopped. I opened my eyes and was greeted by his dark irises. A feeling of deja vu came over me. Marco pulled away from the hug, but not the catch on my cheek. He rubbed my lower lip with his thumb. "I remember
Three days had passed since the incident and I had never once seen Marco again. However, the memory of him didn't want to leave my head, nor did the pain of the gunshot wound on my left shoulder.Thankfully, the shot only grazed the periphery of the shoulder, not penetrating the flesh or bone. So I didn't need to go to the hospital and avoided the doctor's question of where I got this gunshot wound. And without me answering, they would have guessed that I got it from a gunshot incident in a cafeteria. If that was the case, the police would join in. They would question me, Marco's name would inevitably be mentioned, and the accident I had a few days ago would also be revealed.I'm not safe. I've had almost two run-ins with the police in my day here. And both of them were related to Marco. According to what I heard at his house when he called Isaac, Marco is indeed a suspicious person. Ninety percent of me was convinced that Marco was a bad guy who was always being chased by people and
"Marco?"He was silent for a moment. He always had this mysterious look. I swear he looked at my exposed waist for two seconds, then back at my face."Leandra ...." His voice floats in the air.I smile. He remembered me this time. My subconscious had the idea of getting into the elevator, but before my feet had even taken a step, Marco reached over and grabbed my hand. He pulled me out onto the balcony, out of the way of the partying crowd."Hi...," I greeted awkwardly. "I didn't expect to see you again."What a lie. I spent three days just thinking about when I would see her again."How on earth did you get here?" he asked without looking at me. Both of his hands were holding the bars of the balcony. His gaze wandered far into the unknown.I followed the position of his body. My face was hit by the cold night breeze. "It's Kim's coworker
I made it through the sex well, at least for Fred, and was lucky that I didn't screw up by mispronouncing Fred's name as Marco. If I had, I don't know how would Fred have felt.My reflection in the bathroom mirror portrayed someone more confident, more refreshed, and happier. Being in touch with Fred helped me a lot not to be sad about what Marco had done to me. I also felt less pathetic, I proved myself that I could kiss (and have sex) right after Marco thought that he kissed me just to pay a debt, just to give him an advantage. And it wasn't an emotional advantage.My cell phone rang from inside my bag. Of course it was Kim."Leanne, where are you?" I could hear her lowering her voice.I leaned against the edge of the bathroom counter. "I'm with someone, no need to worry.""Someone...? Oh...," I was one hundred percent sure she was holding back a giggle. "Alright, have fun!" And Kim immediately hung up, very hurriedly, not like she would normally ask a lot of questions. Maybe she wa
At nine in the morning, I packed my bag, preparing to fly back to Chicago. Kim wasn't coming home with me, she'd be back in about three weeks to take care of her official move to Missouri. She'll haul all her stuff here once she finds a permanent place to live. Yes, Kim will be settling in Missouri, we'll be living apart. I know it's hard for both of us. But no matter what, life must go on. My education in Chicago is also coming to an end. Maybe I'll find a job in Missouri, meet Kim again and it's possible that we'll live under the same roof again. "Make sure you don't leave anything behind," she said as she picked up her car keys. I rolled my eyes. "I'm not Kimberly Zhao Chan." The girl groaned a little in annoyance, but also chuckled. I don't know how she'll fare now that I'm not around to bring her things that she left behind. I hope her clumsy nature disappears soon so that she won't trouble herself and others. I followed Kim to her car. "By the way, sorry about Fred. I still
Kim knew. She found out that I had that dream again last night. For the past ten years, ever since my father left me alone with my mother, I've been dreaming of him a lot. The truth is that he wasn't that good of a person until I dreamed of him after he left. These weren't dreams of missing him, but rather because even after he left, he didn't take our bad memories with him. Dante wasn't a good father. He wasn't a good man. In fact, he wasn't even a good person. Every chance he got, he beat Mom, forced me to hide under the bed, smothered my own mouth, and listened to the noise and screams out there. Every time he came home drunk, Mom (and I) wouldn't survive. The next morning I would find my mother's entire body covered in wounds. One day I saw blood pouring out of Mom's head, and on the floor was a broken liquor bottle. I cried hysterically, but Mom hugged me and told me not to wake my father who was now asleep. That violent man fell asleep after cracking the head of the woman he'
Pedro noticed me immediately that evening. He knocked on my bedroom window, calling my name over and over again, as if he would break the glass if I didn't answer his call immediately.I got out of bed, walked lazily to the window and pulled back the curtains. "Are you crazy?!" I said.Although it was fleeting, I could catch the look of relief on her face. "Let me in, hurry!" Without waiting for my approval, Pedro was already getting ready to pull up his pants a little.I opened the window and Pedro immediately climbed through it until he managed to set his bare feet in my room. "Don't you remember that there's something called a door in this house?""I know!" he said."I hope you haven't forgotten what it's for." I walked back to the bed, looking at him lazily."It's not that," she shrugged. "It means I know what's going on with you."My body stiffened instantly. Kim and Pedro, the two people closest to me, instantly realized that something was happening to me. Something bad. "What d
"Do you want to come to my house?" Marco smiled, then nodded. He picked up my tote bag on the ground that I had forgotten even existed. He then took me by the hand, walking towards the end of the alley that I had almost reached. I frowned in confusion. "Do you know the way to my house?" "I know where your house is." "How could you...?" I then realized something. "You were spying on me?" "For two days." He raised his eyebrows twice. "You seem to be really out of your mind." "I told you it was because of you." I deliberately just followed his steps. And he really did take the path to where my house should be. He still held my hand until he reached the door. "Only up to this point. I didn't find out the password number." Then I punched in the password sequence, deliberately not covering it from his sight. When it opened, I turned to him and he grinned. I let him in first and told him to sit on the couch. "I'll keep this inside." I reached for my tote bag that he was still holdi
"Here we are ...." Marco said as he steered the car towards the park. I looked at him from where I was sitting. He looked back at me, a small smile on his lips."What place is this?" I asked, feeling quite curious.Marco's smile seemed to grow more enthusiastic. "It's my favorite place in the whole world. Want to come in?" he asked as he opened my door.I nodded, infected by his enthusiasm."Come on, then." He extended his hand to me, which I gladly took.I stared at him for quite a while, unconsciously showing him a hesitant face."Wonder what's wrong?" he asked.I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing... it's just that I think the words "your favorite place" and "park" are not something that can be combined."My heart throbbed as he laughed very softly. "Trust me ...."As we walked towards the park, I started to feel my body warm up with excitement. It felt like I was stepping into a different world."Do you like it?" Marco asked, rubbing my hand with his thumb."Yeah... I've never been t
The sound of the curtains opening followed by the blinding light made my eyes flicker."Rise and shine ...."I groaned, ignoring the voice by turning my back to the light source.The bed I was sleeping on swayed gently, indicating that someone was on it. The blanket I had pulled over my body was now slowly unfurling. Someone pulled it until I felt a touch on my bare arm. "You want to waste the day off I promised you by sleeping?""Do you have a bucket list of things to do today?" I asked, not quite clear due to yawning.He laughed lightly. "Yeah... I do," he said, and I was a hundred percent sure he was talking nonsense.I turned around again, facing him who was also looking at me. "So, what's the first thing we're going to do today, Mr. 'I-Have-a-Plan'?""Take a bath together. Good idea?" He didn't let me answer and immediately lifted me off the bed. "Considering you always wake up when I'm all dressed up."I smacked his chest, he laughed loudly. He walked me to the bathroom, still
"Tell me what you imagined back then!"It was an order, and instantly my body stiffened. "I was upset that you didn't kiss me at the party. I touched my lips, wondering if you didn't want to kiss them.""Demonstrate. Continue."From my lips, my hands went down to my breasts, twisting the nipples. I sighed, looking at Marco from the mirror. "Did Marco not want to touch this?" My fingers went down to his waist, rubbing it. "I wanted your hands here." Then I bit my lip, slowly my hand went to the pubic
"Marco ... I want to ask you something," I said, my voice soft. The man placed the book he was reading onto the sofa side table.Marco looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What is it, darling?"I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase my question. "Do I look like your mother?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Marco looked surprised and confused. "Why do you ask?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down. "Your father told me this morning," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."I will answer on one condition that you tell me the truth about why you want me so much, as you said a while ago," he said, his voice full of teasing."Alright," I agreed."My mother was beautiful, but you're more beautiful than her."I felt a warm feeling spread through my chest at his words. But I still wasn't satisfied. "But you said I remind you of your mother," I said, my voi
The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on the garden. Mr. Montgomery was tending to his plants with care, his wrinkled hands expertly pruning the leaves. I approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around and smiled when he saw me."Good morning," he said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Did you sleep well?"I nodded. "Yes, I did. Thank you for letting me stay here."Mr. Montgomery waved a hand dismissively. "It's no trouble at all. I'm glad you're here. And I have to thank you, too."I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Thank me? For what?""For convincing my son to stay here for a while," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "He's been so busy with work lately that he hardly has time to stop by."I smiled at the thought of Marco coming here often. It was nice to imagine him taking a break from his busy life and spending time with his father. "I'm glad I could help," I said, feeling a sense of pride.Mr. Montgomery then turned to me and looked
Are you going to talk to me again if I tell you I haven't told her?***This morning I woke up to the sound of Pedro's message notification. Last night I asked him if he had told Kim that I was in Missouri. And the answer I got this morning was a relief.I sat on the edge of the bed, stretching. Marco's side of the bed was cold. That meant he'd been up since earlier, and there was no sign of him in the room. The clock still showed eight in the morning. Had Marco left already? Did he leave this early?I finally just decided to go to the bathroom, clean myself up quickly because today I was going to surprise Kim. I can already imagine how cute Kim's slanted eyes will be when she's bulging with surprise and excitement. She would tease me like crazy and bombard me with questions if I told her what brought me to Missouri again.While passing by the window, my eyes accidentally caught something. I immediately approached the glass and looked down. There I saw Marco on his morning run with so
"Tell me about your nightmare."My heart rumbled in my chest. Apparently this would be the time. I thought Marco had declined the offer of a drink with his father because he wanted to do something with me, a continuation of what he'd done earlier that afternoon in the limo and a few minutes ago at the dinner table. My lips curl downward, slightly disappointed.We sat facing each other on the long sofa by the window. Marco's right elbow dug into the back of the sofa, supporting his head. He tilted his head, searching through his eyes. My jaw hardened slightly, not liking the way his gaze seemed to be able to pry into anything. What Leandra was hiding? What Leandra's past was like? Or, what was wrong with Leandra?"It's a long story," I squeaked, pressing one finger into my palm until the nail felt almost through the skin."We have plenty of time." His expression was so flat, so clear, like the calm water of a lake. However, at the bottom of that lake I knew there was a monster ready to
My heart pounded incessantly as Marco led me out of the room. His thumb rubbed the back of my hand, probably trying to calm me down, but it wasn't enough. I had absolutely no idea what a host was like in a mansion of this size and luxury."I'm afraid of meeting your father," I whispered, squeezing Marco's hand as we turned into another room."Are you afraid of me?""No.""Then you'll be fine meeting my father."I frowned, wanting to ask him what he meant, but I quickly dropped it when we turned another corner and the scene in front of me was a dining table with a large number of chairs and four people sitting there.Starting at the head of the table was a middle-aged man who looked so authoritative, powerful, and seemed to have so many things in his hands. One hundred percent sure it was Marco's father, the owner of this place, the master of this mansion. He had black hair, combed neatly back like Marco used to do. I now know where Marco's dominant attitude came from. Apparently he ha
I began a room tour, looking for a spot where I should store our belongings. My eyes lit up at the discovery of the walk-in closet, and my lower jaw hit the floor again when I found that there were already tons of clothes inside, even women's bags and shoes.I flipped through all the hanging women's clothes, which were dominated by mini dresses, both casual and formal. Bags, shoes, and some jewelry were also neatly lined up here. All colorful, various trinkets, most of which I wouldn't be able to afford.This is crazy. Could we have entered the wrong room?I hurriedly got out of the walk-in closet, walking towards the door. Maybe Marco was still around. However, the first person I met was a man in a black suit (again). He had cropped hair and was well-built, but not much taller than Marco."Do you need anything, Miss?" he asked, noticing my surprise.I tried to act as normal as possible. "Is Marco still here?""He just left. Is there something wrong?"I muttered under my breath. Reali