My One And Only

He remained static as she pasted her lips to his and did not move for a while.

Her mouth reeked of alcohol and smell which should have made him push her off of him but something about her lips… they seemed so familiar.

She held his face in between her hands, her mind was drowsy but she knew… she could tell it was him… it was him and no one else.

So she closed her eyes and started moving her lips the same way they did it in that autumn, just before summer bid them farewell.

It was astounding how her mind had memorized each and every way his lips moved atop hers.

The feels of them made her cells glow, bloom out like the flowers, her goosebumps arose, her mind took a bath in the ocean of dopamine and euphoria for the very first time.

His hands moving all over her body made her head swing, she became a putty in his hands, her body leaning onto his for balance as it would fall if she did not get the support to stay upright.

Tinsley tried to make that day under the mango tree to revive but she could not when her partner in crime was not responding.

That should have stopped her but she was not in her right state of mind anymore. All she knew was that he was here… finally.

So she after not getting any kind of response from him, her lips moved down, showing kisses on his jaw, her hands slipped off of his face, now holding his shirt collar and trying to get rid of it to create more space for her mouth to connect to his naked skin.

It was at that point, Kian realized what was going to happen if this was not stopped right away.

The crazy girl was drunk till her neck and had no sense of right or wrong of whatever she was doing.

He tried to set her off but she did not budge at all and forced herself onto him once again.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Uhm…. ugh…”

She moaned and continued her assault on him. He was trying to set her away without being harsh but the damn girl had a tight grip. He thought to himself.

She was sticking to his body and skin as if it was her property and she owned him. She was behaving as if she had no shame in her bones.

In the process, he did not intend to hurt her but he did it when he pushed her away from a little too hard and she fell straight down, hitting her head on the concrete footpath.

“Fuck!!!”

Kian cursed when he saw what he just did. She was not moving and remained static where she fell down.

He quickly got over to her side and checked that her head was bleeding a little. Alarmed and angry at himself, he picked her up bridal style and went towards his car.

Her face was now more clearly visible to his eyes and he could not help but admit she was beautiful. His hands itched to touch her smooth cheeks, they looked sticky and red. It must have been from crying her eyes out.

He was aware of the fact that her fiance broke with her up very cruelly. He did not know much what was going but he knew that all those things had affected her pretty badly.

She had no cellphone, no purse, cards to identify her. So he had no option but to take her to his home.

Maybe after she would wake up tomorrow morning, he would ask his driver to drop her off at her home.

Thinking that he drove her to his house and not the condominium as there were no maids to look after her when the next morning she would gain her consciousness.

He would be out for work in the very morning so it was good to keep her where there would be people to look after her.

On reaching home, he carried her up again but stopped on his tracks inside the hall when he heard his aunt, Valeria’s voice.

She was supposed to be out by now but here she was. He groaned in frustration as now things would have to change.

If he asked one of the helpers to keep her in one of the guestrooms, his aunt would come to know about it and would make a fuss out of it thinking he had some kind of thing for this girl.

That was the last thing he needed at that moment. So he waited until his aunt was out of the front and very gracefully and secretly walked up to his room. It was the only place no one was allowed to burge inside without his permission.

He closed the door with his foot and moved towards his bed and placed the sleeping beauty there.

He sighed in relief for successfully sneaking out from his aunt’s nose with an unknown woman who was now laying on his bed very comfortably.

He had wrapped his white handkerchief around her head to stop the light bleeding. He was sorry for pushing her away too hard but it was not intentional at all.

“Anna Maria… come.. get me outta this itchy thing… come..”

And out of nowhere, she started moving and squirming on the bed, her hands pulling up on the dress, trying to get it out of her body.

Kian shook his head not believing what was going on. The woman, eyes closed and drunkenly voicing out, calling for someone to get her out of the knee-length, sleeveless dress.

And he had no idea what he was going to do with that. She kept making disturbing noises about how the dress was sticking and hurting her body.

From that, he got an idea at least of how she would be. A total drama queen who had no sense of self-respect and made others do her work in fact changing her clothes.