Chapter 29

Lan's POV

I walked into his bedroom heading for the bathroom when the door opened as well. Mark walked in a smile on his face.

He shut the door leaning on it while staring at me.

"What?"I folded my arms feigning annoyance.

"I'm so sorry" he said.

Hmph he is so wrong if he thinks I'm going to take that.

Noticing my lack of interest in his apology, he walked towards me pulling me into his arms.

My chest bumped into his hard chest startling me.

He stared down at me with puppy eyes making my insides flutter.

"How about I give you a real kiss to prove it "he wiggled his brows smiling seductively.

My cheeks tinted red as I shyly looked away from his tempting eyes.

I-i don't want it anymore" I said with resilience.

He held my chin staring deep into my eyes.

I watched as he ran his tongue on his teeth smiling cheekily at me.

"Your eyes say a different thing. Last chance to change your mind" He smirked looking devilishly enticing.

Of cause I want a kiss but I don't want him to think I have forgiven him so easily.

"Hm..babe you sure you don't want a taste of this strawberry lips" he poked his lips out like a child looking like a bundle of adorableness.

"It's actually chilly, your lips tastes like chilly"

The smile on his face suddenly vanished. He looked like a child whose candy was stolen.

I poked my lips trying to suppress my laughter.

"C-chilly?" He asked stunned. He looked like a pitiful cat this moment.

He tried pulling away but I didn't let him. I wrapped my hands around his neck taking him by surprise.

"How about we go again and I verify the taste" I grinned.

His eyes widened as shock danced in his eyes.

He is not the only one who can flirt,two can play this game.

A grin tugged on his lips. He pulled me closer offering his lips to me.

I seized the opportunity and claimed his lips. Just like before his lips was soft and warm. I tugged on his lips gently as he let me take control.

I was a bit sluppy due to the fact that I don't have any experience.

Noticing my plight he took charge and sucked on my lips gently. A moan escaped my lips involuntary as I wrap my hands tightly around his neck.

My lips opened up to let another moan out. He took that as an opportunity to put his tongue into play.

I could feel his tongue sucking on mine as he french kissed me with me trying to keep up.

His hand moved into my shirt as we played the dance of the lips.

Kissing Mark was like lying on a bed of roses and wool. Warm, gently and sweet something I don't mind getting used to.

He tugged my shirt up startling me as I pulled away in fright.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I just thought that you know...." he apologized running his hand through his hair.

"It's okay... I should go wash up" I ranted running into the bathroom before it got anymore awkward.

I rested my head on the door trying to breathe.

I don't know why I felt scared and not ready when he tugged on my shirt.

I mean we kissed so it shouldn't be a big deal right but that was like taking it to a different level, I don't think I'm ready for that.

It's scary.

I walked towards the mirror staring at my flushed cheeks and wet lips. I could still feel his lips on mine.

I took off my clothes and stepped under the shower letting it flow down warming up my already heated body.

After I finished bathing, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped into the room. Mark was already lying on the bed facing away from me the lights dimmed.

Did I hurt him when I pulled away?

I took out my cloth from my bag. I hate wearing tight clothes to sleep. So I wore a big shirt with my shorts.

I stood at the end of the bed not knowing where to sleep.

Should sleep beside him? Or on the couch?

Not wanting to butt in on his space a took a pillow from the bed heading for the couch.

"You can sleep with me" he said still facing away.

I held the pillow close as I contemplated sleeping with him or on the couch.

I climbed into the bed tucking myself into the warm duvet facing the window. Our backs were facing each other as we faced away.

The silence was killing me. Why did I have to kill the mood.

I sighed turning trying to find a good position to sleep but somehow I felt restless.

I felt him move closer to me as him hand wrapped around my waist startling me.

I felt so out of place and uncomfortable. I have never cuddled with anyone before so I felt so uneasy about it.

Well maybe I have with Damon but--

Wait! why am I thinking of Damon in this situation?

I shut my eyes, forcing myself to sleep.

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~ Damon's POV~

"You have to have this soup. It's good for you" I placed the spoon on her lips hoping she'd take it, but like always she just shook her head.

I sighed in frustration dropping the plate down on the floor as I held her hand in mine.

Tears rolled down her face as she sobbed.

"Now why are you crying?" I asked in annoyance.

"I'm sorry for being such a burden to you, maybe it's better if I just die" she said crying.

"Yeah you and your stupid husband would like that but you're not abandoning me, you hear" I said glaring at her.

A smile tugged on her lips as I wiped her tears away.

I hate it when she cries it hurts me.

She chuckled despite being in pain "You're so rude" she said coughing.

"Well I got it from someone " I grinned.

"Where did that stupid husband of yours go this time?" I asked looking around the weak poor excuse of a house.

She coughed again making me pat her back.

"He is your step father you know, show some respect" she said with a weak voice.

I scoffed in disbelief. Like always she is trying to make me like that fool of a husband.

"He is no stepfather of mine" I gritted out.

She sighed staring at me with disappointment in her eyes.

I don't care.

The moron must be in a bar somewhere drinking while my mother dies slowly alone in this house. That's if this could make out for a house.

My mom and the idiot lives in an old weak apartment whose roof looks like it's about to fall , no water in the house and it's just a one room wide enough to have a small shank kitchen by the side and a poorly constructed bathroom.

The only good thing is that no rent is paid. I'm sure the idiot just saw the place and moved into it. Since it's in a local and poor area.

I hate him so much!

My mom has cancer and it's getting serious but the moron doesn't care, all he does is go and drink.

If not for mom, I'd kill him but she still loves him, which disgusts me.

Thankfully I don't live with them, I stay alone. I only get to see my mom when I know he is not around.

He might be a drunk but he is in a gang and hates my guts as well.

The last time he found out I came to visit my mom, he sent a group of boys to beat the hell out of me. My rips still hurts from all those kicks thankfully they were distracted by something that day if not I would have gotten some broken ribs.

I still don't know how he found out, I'm always careful. Maybe he had someone watching this dump.

I wish I could take my mom out of this place,but I can't yet. He has so many influences in this area and won't let me just take her without coming after us and I'm not sure mom's ready to leave him.

I wish I could get her treated but the fee is so high that I have to work my butt off by selling drugs to thugs and bars for drug lords.

Every time I have to run away or hide from the police.

One day I'm going to save her and make the idiot pay for the death of my sister.

He is the reason she is no more!