When I got off the tricycle, I gave the charge and thanked the driver. When the tric left, the familiar vehicle arrived just in time, so I gasped. Why is this one so weird?

I folded my arms and waited for him to get out of his car. " W hy didn't you wait for me?" The anger was obvious in his voice so I raised an eyebrow and secretly rejoiced.

" W hy should I wait for you?" I asked.

Seeing him frustrated and looks so betrayed like this makes me wonder if was he ever turned down before? He seems out of it.

He did not answer. Instead, he took a few steps between us and I was surprised when he carefully pushed me against the door of my apartment.

" W hat— "

" Shut up." He remarked hard while looking at me heavily.

I could feel the warmth of his big hand on my stomach because that's what he used to push me. One of his hands rested on the door behind me.

I am a woman with solid principles. In this situation, I should be fighting. I should be fighting for my personal space, for fuck's sake he's holding my stomach and this is sexual harassment, but what did I do? I kept my mouth shut as he ordered.

" I am not forcing you to sleep with me," he started while staring directly at my eyes.

My first resort would be kicking his goddamn crotch and run inside my house but he made me stilled as if I'm a kitten tamed by her owner. What fuckery is this?

" But I can't fucking stand you being stubborn like this." He added that made me blink. What is he talking about? " Open this," he commanded while holding the door knob beside me.

I creased my brows and opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't utter any words to contradict him.

" W - why— "

" Fucking open this, Celine." He cut me off that made me gasp.

My eyes trembled and I surveyed my eyes around. Eventually, I found myself pulling the key out of my pocket. When I took it out he slowly removed his hand from my stomach and the door but he did not take a step back.

With my saking hands, I reached for the doorknob and leaned over to see it. I tried to enter the key but due to the tremor, I had to repeat it several times.

I could just feel his breath on my cheek as he pressed his body against mine and gently held my trembling hands.

" Loren— "

" Sshh .. I'm helping you," he whispered in my ear as he looked at the doorknob and guided the key entry. It clicked quickly and when the door opened, I screamed in panic.

" Loren!"

He pushed me in and quickly slammed the door shut. It was still dark inside because the light had not been turned on but he immediately tracked me down and leaned me hard against the wall.

" W hat the fuck?!" I spat when my back hit the wall. " Get out- "

" Really?" He asked sarcastically. Even though I can't see him, I know he's in front of me because his hot breath is hitting my face. I can still smell the mixture of mint and coffee he drank earlier in the shop. And of course, his signature expensive smell.

His hand traveled down my neck and I was surprised when he suddenly strangled me. It wasn't tight but it was just enough for me to look up so my mouth fell open.

" Loren!" I shouted but my knees weakened spontaneously when I felt his knee forcefully separated my legs. I did nothing when he forced himself to fit in between my feet. " What are you doing?!" I'm still screaming.

My heart beat faster when I felt his breath on the side of my neck. He slowly let go of my neck but quickly replaced it by his lips. My lips parted when I felt his warm kiss on the side of my neck.

His hands are now gently squeezing the side of my waist so I can almost catch my breath.