❃ I like the beating sounds of your heart ❃

“We have to sigh it off, and a little make out will do just that” He smirks and the next thing, his lips attack her neck and his finger shifted her pantie in a swift, dipping into her honeypot.

“Roo…Rooney!” She gasps out with her eyes widening, her fingers grips on his shirt by the shoulders firmly, with breathy Mõ@ɲs leaving her mouth as he began moving the two fingers he had inserted in her in and out, slowly.

“Rooney…Rooney please st..op” Her voice came out almost inaudibly, with her breath intensifying as each seconds passes.

“If you want me to, you have to let me go first” He whispers hoarsely into her neck, his fingers increasing its pace in her.

“Uh?” She Uhed breathlessly, her fingers still firmly holding unto him.

“Honestly you love this right…and you want more of it” He teases, trailing his lips down her heaving chest.

She finds herself closing her eyes, as her body surrendered totally to his crazy touch

“I.. can’t resist you Rooney… please stop…” She finds herself saying, getting him to let out a sly smirk.

So she can’t resist him?

Why does that makes him feel strangely proud?

“Then, how about I make you Com first, remember we have a deal to sign” His fingers tripled inside her instantly, slamming in mad pace.

“Ahhh…” She couldn’t help letting out a Mõ@ɲ, her fingers almost piercing into his skin.

He brought his face forward to look at her now, somehow the expression she had on amuses him and strangely he loved the sight of it.

He wanted to see more of it.

“Open your eyes” He says more like an order, and she slowly did, her gaze meeting his.

“Are you about to Com, wife?” He asked with an amused smirk, as he could feel her body already tensed up. However, she said nothing but only releases breathy Mõ@ɲs.

“Com” Was all he said for her to release all her wetness for him. The moment she reach her climax, her breathing finally cools down and her body finally relaxed also.

With their eyes not detaching not even for a short moment, he withdrew his fingers from her and brought it forward, beside her face on the couch.

He remained still on top of her, their eyes locked together with their breathing mixing.

For a few seconds of staring, none of them utter a word, it was as if their eyes were the only ones communicating. However after some moments, Lottie brought her hands upward tangling it around his neck. Not saying anything still, she began bringing down his head with her hands around his neck, bringing her face forward also, prolly for a kiss.

But then, just an inch for their lips to meet, Rooney suddenly stood away from her leaving her hanging.

Standing back on his feet, he looks away, turning his back at her while she sat up also immediately.

“What if…” Her voice came out sharply.

“What if we just forget about everything?” She completed.

“The tricks…the deals, the games everything. What if we just forget about it all and live like a normal couples, Rooney?” She added, getting him to slowly swivel in a heel back to her.

“What are you saying?”

“Let’s stop it all, let’s just live…like a normal couples would, Rooney” She said loftily, slowly taking his hand in hers.

He looks down on his hand she’s holding, and let out a scoff.

“Are you being sarcastic right now… Lottie?” He asked rather.

“I…” Before she could reply, he removed his hand from hers harshly.

“Do I look like someone who wanna have a family with you?” He frowns.

“Why don’t you wanna have a family with me? Did I do something bad or_”

“You disgust me” He impeded her speech again.

“Wh…what?”

“Don’t you?”

“Look Rooney I’ve explained to you I’m really behind all that. I promise you”

“Don’t be pathetic Lottie, why? You think holding the title of ‘My Wife’ makes you anything special?” He asked scornfully.

“Listen, to me, you’re no any different from those blouzes I f-__-k around. Don’t you understand? I merely wanna f-__-k you that’s all. You’re nothing special” He added disdainfully.

“Do…do you loathe me that much? At least, we were once best friend and I love_”

“The fact that I’m in this hellish marriage with you infuriates me already so don’t add to it dear wife. Don’t expect anything from me, I can never make a family…. with the likes of you” He declared with all seriousness.

“So don’t ever bring up the topic of having a family because it_”

“Stop!” She interrupted him.

“I get it so you can stop talking now” She said with breaking voice and stood.

“I shouldn’t have said anything…” She added walking away from him.

“Heyy…hey Lottie I’m not done talking…Hey!” He called after her but she ignored, walking up the stairs.

A sigh left his mouth.

“Her eyes were red and somehow teary…is she going to cry or something?” He thought looking up the stairs.

“Ah wh@ťěver! Why do I care…she shouldn’t have brought up a family topic to begin with…I don’t care!” He walks towards his Atelier going in.

“The only thing I should be after now is making that d@mn painting. I’m going it make it so as to f-__-k that d@mn Pů$$¥ of hers till it tears apart. You just wait, Lottie. I’m going to crush you” He smirks cunningly picking a paint brush.

*. *. *.

Getting to the room, she went directly to the bathroom opening the shower down on herself.

Without even bothering to take off the bra and pantie on her. She slumps to the floor letting out all the tears she has been holding in.

Seems she’s only heading to a dead end with her plan of making him fall for her.

He h@ťěs her so much.

He detest her so much, how could she ever make him love her.

He won’t.

He’s only after her body.

Like he said, she’s no any different from those sluts he f-__-ks around.

He can never love her.

He can never.

She brought her knees up burying her head in it, her tears mixing with the water showering down on her.

~ATELIER~

The paints drip slowly to the ground from the paintbrush he’s currently holding in his hand.

His body was there, but his mind has already wandered off.

He couldn’t help but recall Lottie’s expression earlier, when he was finger f-__-king her.

Truly he has seen a lot of expressions like that from the ladies he has f-__-ked but hers seems a little different..it was like it held some kind of effect on him that he just can’t erase the picture off his mind.

Strangely enough, he wanted to see it again.

He wanted to hold her beneath him, and do all kinds of nasty thing to her all over again and again.

Is this really all his lustful thinking he has for hers.

But what about the kiss they almost had earlier?

Why can’t he stop thinking about that also?

Why had she made an attempt to kiss him?

If he hadn’t stood away quickly like he had done, would they have really kissed?

And what about that hurtful expression she had on after their conversation earlier also?

Was she really going to cry because of what he said to her?

Why does he feels a little guilty for saying that to her?

Why is he so bothered about her?

Just why can’t he really stop himself from thinking about her?

He has to paint.

He has to paint so as to be able to f-__-k her but…all that clouded his mind for over an hour he has been there is just her and nothing else.

“Arrgh!” He toss the paintbrush somewhere.

“I’m hungry….” He stood rubbing his grumbling stomach.

“I need to eat first, I can’t do nothing because I’m hungry…I need to eat. I can do this later” He concluded, taking his leave out of the Atelier.

*. *. *.

“Ugh!” He sighs for the umpteenth time, closing the fridge. After long thinking and rummaging of the kitchen and fridge, he finally settled for some cereal.

“I haven’t had any good food ever since I married her… why on earth does she have to send all the maids away…” He grumbles taking his seat.

He was about pouring some milk into the cereal he has in a bowl when he head a sniff.

“What’s that?” He looks around but couldn’t find anyone.

However, another sniffs came again with a low whimper this time around.

Tracing the direction it’s coming from, he brought his head down slowly under the table but was rather shocked to find Lottie there crouched up like some animal.

“Oh! MY f-__-k!!” He jumps up in fright.

“What the hell are you doing down there!” He scrowls but she ignored him, hugging the table leg to herself.

“Hey…hey…what are you doing? Come out of there” He said but yet again was ignored.

Slowly, he walks closer and bent only to see her holding a bottle of wine to her chest as well, her cheeks reddened and she was making some funny faces.

“Uhmm…I get it” He sighs rubbing his temple.

“You’re wasted. She’s wasted” He shook his head.

“Lottie…” He called and she looks at him.

“Come out of there” He motioned for her to come out but she shook her head, her lips pouting as well.

“Why are you sneaking down there when you’re not a cat or something. Come out now!” He said but she shook her head again.

“I’ll get you out myself” He tried pulling her out but she hugged the table’s leg firmly resisting.

“Hey! You!!” He eventually let her go when she wouldn’t let go.

“Tell me, why are you there uh?” He asked in exasperation.

“I’m hiding…” She replied drunkenly.

“Hiding?” He says, she nods.

“From who? Me?” He asks again but she just blinks her eyes.

“You know what, come out first and let’s talk uh?” He said but she shook her head in disapproval.

“Aren’t you cramped up? Your legs, doesn’t it hurts?”

She looks at her legs and her eyes began watering.

“Hey… what’s…why are you crying?” He asked surprised as tears began falling from her eyes.

“I think I am paralysed, my legs aren’t moving again!” She laments dramatically getting him scoffs out.

“I think your brain is the paralyzed one. Come here” He took her hand but she resisted.

“I’m going to make your legs work again so trust me and do as I say okay?” He assured and she slowly nods childishly.

“Now first, let go of this…” He removed her hold from the table’s leg.

“…and try to stand up… come on…”He help her up slowly from under the table, bringing her out.

“There you are…” He smiles as he help her out completely but her legs failed her getting her to lose her balance. Before she could fall he was quick to hold her back to him and she fell into his arms for support. Her head landing on his chest while his arms hold her firmly to himself.

Momentarily, his breath seized without his permission.

Maybe because he was startled or something else.

He couldn’t say why.

“I… actually like him a lot” She suddenly says getting his brow lifted up.

“Uh? What did you_”

“Even though he’s mean and so rude to me, I was happy to be in this marriage with him, I was happy to meet him again, every moment I spent with him makes me happy. I love being with him, I love being with Rooney…. because I love him…so much…” She mutters slowly, obviously getting him shocked by her sudden confession.

“What did you just…say? You…love who?” He asked gobsmacked, and she lift her face up to him.

“I love you Rooney….a lot” She stared intensely into his shocked widened eyes.

“Shh!! It’s a dream….go back to sleep” She mutters getting his eyes widened the more. She then suddenly grins out and return her head to his chest, her drowsily eyes closing.

“Go back to sleep, it’s a dream”

“Shut up, it’s a dream. Now go back to sleep” Those words began playing in his head as some memories began flushing in also.

How she had kissed him and said that to him in the car.

How she had kissed him after confessing her love at the stairs the other night when he got drunk also.

Everything came to him, vividly.

“By wh@ťěver means, you must love me husband, cause I already do” Her words repeated in his head and he finds himself looking down at her.

“Lottie…” He calls out slowly.

“I like the beating sounds of your heart…Rooney” She smiles out from her sleep.

And at that moment, he felt his heart SKIPPED A BEAT.

~T.B.C~