"Adams, are you there?" I couldn't move because I heard a voice from outside. Sweat gathered on my palms because I knew what was going to happen next. I had nothing against his ex, so I went away from Adams and turned my back on him. He will leave me in this room again, just like before, so they could relive the past. I can't stop myself from becoming harmed, even if I don't want to. I wouldn't have felt this way if Adams and I hadn't had such a lengthy relationship. When the bed moved, it meant he got out of bed, and tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. When the door opened, I swallowed many times and turned around so I wouldn't have to face them.
I turned to face the window, which now had a black sky, and grinned bitterly. Maybe they're out there now, smiling as they remember their glorious past. I was clutching my chest because I could feel agony there. As the door closed, I brushed away my tears. But as I wiped the tears from my eyes, someone hugged me from behind, causing my body to freeze.
I showed my body to him, my eyes still red with astonishment. He wrapped his arms around me and buried my head in his chest. We could feel each other's throbbing heart since he didn't say anything. I was the first to speak after he refused to talk. Even though my voice was hoarse, I continued on telling him what I wanted to say. Because I'm resting on his chest, I can't see his face, perhaps I'll have the guts to ask him. Somehow by asking questions, I'll be able to calm my heart. And Then i'll be able to receive the proper answer from him.
"How come you didn't go to Aria?" I can see the hair on his chest. I was preoccupied because I was playing with it. I laid my palm to his chest and felt his powerful heartbeat. That's what I'd want to question him about—- its pulse. I raised my glance to meet his gaze since he didn't speak. I could tell he was gazing away from the outside, despite the fact that there was nothing to see except blackness.
"Last year, I felt it was natural for me to help her because I knew you would understand me — that you would understand the situation." He paused and stared longingly at me. "At that time, I let you alone understand me while I don't grasp you. I just kept receiving. I'm not sure why I let you comprehend me while I forget to grasp how you feel.”
He continued to talk regardless of the fact that I was the one who couldn't. If I only knew how to love you, I might not have hurt you. I let you suffer for a long period as a result of my choices back then. I wouldn't have wasted a year if I had known how to love you back then.”
When I heard his sobs, my palm flew to his cheek. I can't believe he was crying while he told me this. He wouldn't stop talking, so I wiped the tears from his eyes. Is it possible for me to be joyful even while he is crying? Can I celebrate because I'm glad he cried because of me? I sobbed on his neck before whispering to him.
“Ssshhh. Don't shed any tears. All of that is in the past; what matters is that we are going ahead and will choose to understand each other. ”
"I will do everything you want, so don't just abandon me. That's all I'm hoping for. Don't just tell me you no longer love me. Don't just tell me you don't like me anymore and that you despise seeing me. You can slap me whenever and anywhere you want... just don't... ”
"You create a poor impression on me. How can you say I can hurt you anywhere? People may even believe that the wicked woman is your lover." I giggle, smack his arm, and cuddle him. We wouldn't have left in an embrace if my stomach hadn't rumbled. He laughed as well, but he had no intention of getting up because his eyes were still stained from crying. I was going to stand up to go grab him some dinner when he drew me into a hug from behind. He leaned and put his chin on my left shoulder.
"You need to change your clothing starting tomorrow; I won't let you go out without a bra and wearing that; maybe if I catch someone gazing at you, I'll immediately pierce their eyes." He kissed my shoulder and groped my chest, so I smacked his hand hard. Wherever his hand likes, he goes.
Aria POV
"Aria, you want me to play with your nipple, don't you?" questioned the harsh, deep, and frightening voice. I nodded as I sat on his lap while he was facing my back. He raised both of my legs and placed the vibrator between them. "Take a look at how my tiny bunny twitched. What would you like me to do next?”
"Please... nibble my nipple. Punish me," I murmured, putting the back of my palm in my lips because I could be heard outside his office. My gaze did not leave the door since he had left it unlocked and there was a slight gap. I could see a few people walking by, and if with a quick glance, they'd figure out what we were up to.
"You're getting particularly wet today is it because you know someone will see you?" He even turned on a little but powerful vibrator, and I could immediately feel myself squirting for a little more pushing. I shake my head to contradict what he is saying. "Don't squirt, honey; you can dump my pants and I will discipline you more severely."
“Stop, Lucas, no more.. Hmm?”