C8 It Would Break Him

Before I knew it, I was thrown across the room and slammed to the wall. Mark had crashed his lips on mine. I gasped in surprise, and it gave him ample time to claim my mouth.

In and out, his tongue went into mine. He sucked on my lower lip like his life depended on it. As he did that, a hand went up and grabbed my ass. I didn’t know when I gave in, and I kid you not, I began kissing him back. His lips were as hypnotic as his eyes. We went at it like two hungry teenagers who had been kept apart by their parents. Suddenly, I felt an alarm ring in my head. It was then that I realized what was going on.

Mark. Gilbert. Was. Kissing. Me.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Mark was someone that I should be avoiding, but here I was swapping DNA with him. It’s not like I had a choice. It was only a stick that could resist Mark on first glance, and obviously, I wasn’t one. It was a battle between my head and my heart, but later on, my head won. Then I began to shove him away. I tried to push his shirtless body, but it felt like I was up against a wall. I was no match for him. It was like I was the David, and he was the Goliath. He later held my two hands above my head and used the other to softly caress my breasts.

After a few of my efforts, he let me up for air probably. We were breathless like we had run a race, and when I looked down, I saw that my hands were on his chest. I snatched them away and tried to glare at him. I moved back and stared at him.

“Mark, what do you think you—”

“Just shut up,” he said softly, staring into my eyes as he closed the gap between us. He didn’t also give me a warning, and again, he slammed his lips on me. This time, he held my head in place and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. He brought out a hand and began squeezing my butt. I moaned in response, and this I felt gingered him the more. He came closer, and I could feel his body heat. His bare chest against my nightwear-clad breast, but the material was not hindering me from feeling him. Suddenly, I felt a bulge growing on my stomach, and I gasped. My moans were swallowed by our kissing as he kissed like we were two passionate lovers, but we weren’t. I tried fighting him again, but it was abortive, so I kissed him back. He fucked my mouth with hungry kisses, and my insides warmed. And just then, he stopped.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a grinning Mark. I was battling with conflicting emotions which Mark had drawn out of me. As I tried to catch my breath, it felt like my body was on fire, I was hot and cold at the same time. What just happened now? I kept asking myself. Down my legs was a throbbing sensation that I knew wouldn’t leave me even if I wished it would stop. Knowingly or unknowingly, Mark had awakened a hunger in me that I thought I could control.

“Mark—” I began. My voice was foreign in my ears as I tried to look not affected by his little torture, but Mark interrupted me.

“I just came to give you a goodnight kiss,” he said still smiling, which proved that he knew what he was doing. What? Goodnight kiss? You have got to be kidding me. Midnight kisses are not this passionate. As I opened my mouth to complain, I found out that I was the only one in the room. Where could he have gone to? I wondered. When did he even leave? These questions bugged me. I went outside the room and looked at the hallway, but it showed no sign of a person. Sighing deeply, I went into my room and locked the door behind me.

I went to sit on my bed. I was still reeling in what had just happened. I touched my lips and found out that it was slightly swollen. I decided to go brush my teeth again; maybe that would erase what had just happened. Well, I was a fool to have thought so because the kiss did not leave at all. As I lay on the bed, with a throbbing pussy, I tried to sleep, but it was getting harder by the minute. Finally, I was stolen away by sleep.

Morning came faster than I thought because I had just opened my eyes and could see the sun. I went to the bathroom and eased myself. Before leaving the bathroom, I took a long look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed. My hair was sticking out in different places, and there it was. My lips were swollen. I absentmindedly touched them. Mark had been here. He left his mark so that I would see. I wondered what the subsequent days held in store for me. I managed to push the worrying crazy thoughts out of my head and brushed my teeth. I went downstairs to make breakfast, which was for Mark and me. I put it on the table and left, which was after informing the bodyguards that I would like to go to the hospital to see my grandfather.

It’s been a while since I last saw him. And just like that, I was in front of his room as I waited for the doctors to finish their daily vitals check. The moment my grandpa spotted me, his eyes lit up like a bulb.

“Annabella!” He seemed happy. I went to his side and gave him a hug, hoping it would squash his worries.

“Grandpa, how are you doing?” I said as I let out my brightest smile. I dared not tell him what I was going through or he would worry himself so much. I knew my grandpa. He didn’t want me to be in troubles, and now was not the exception.

“I’m alright, pumpkin,” he said to me still smiling, but I saw the smile slowly disappear.

“Pumpkin, how are you? How have they been treating you? It’s a pity that I can’t really help you out of this situation. Your parents will be turning in their grave if I die leaving you here in a loveless marriage,” my grandpa smiled sadly as he stared into my face. My grandpa gave me his ‘tell me the truth, I’ll not freak out look.’ Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I stared back. At that point, I wanted to tell my grandfather all I was going through. My confusion, my life, and how everything had panned out for me. How my life had been going all haywire the moment I knew the Gilberts, how Mark touches me and leaves me hungry for him, but when I remembered he had a heart surgery, I knew I would be killing him faster. I dared not make it known how I was feeling so rather I did the exact opposite of how I felt.

I turned my head to face him directly and gave him a smile that reached my ears.

“Grandpa, you worry too much; I’m alright. They are treating me well. They take me to school in a car. I even have bodyguards follow me around; I even came with them,” I turned to the door to showhim one of them.

“Really?” my grandpa asked.

“Yeah. And just so you know, Mark and I have nothing in common. He has a girlfriend, so nothing will work between us,” as I said this, I saw my grandpa’s eyes widen.

“Wow, that’s good news, so I don’t have to worry about you forcing yourself to love a man you have absolutely nothing in common with,” he said, smiling cheerfully, and I joined him. He didn’t have to know the truth about me and Mark. He didn’t have to know that Mark introduced me as his girlfriend to some girls and kissed me passionately like we were lovers. No, grandpa didn’t have to know. I smiled along with him too.

We talked about his health, and he told me that the doctors are happy that he is quickly responding to treatment, and if he continued like this, he would be out of here before he knows it. I was indeed happy. He was getting better. Suddenly he stopped and asked me a question that threw me off balance.

“How is Jared?” My grandpa asked me.

“Oh! Him? He is okay,” I replied.

“How does he feel about this?” he asked. I didn’t know what to tell him, I had to think up something.

“Well, grandpa, as expected, he understood. He said he would wait for me,” I said as I smiled.

“Yeah, that is a good boy,” my grandpa said.

“Yeah, I told him not to contact me so that the Gilberts will not know anything about us,” I said.

“That is a good idea; we just don’t know what the Gilberts will do when they find him,” my grandpa said. I smiled at him, but it hurt me so much that I had now become a liar. I had already broken up with Jared over text. I did it the other day while answering texts on my phone. I blocked him too so that he wouldn’t reach out to me. I decided to leave the Gilbert house first, and everything will come after. As I stared at the relaxed face of my grandpa, I knew it would be a bad idea if I told him the truth. We chatted on a few things before he finally dozed off. I watched as he slept, and then decided that I would do anything to keep him happy and relaxed.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and left his room. I beckoned the bodyguard that I was ready, and he made me take the lead, and he followed behind. As I rode home, I began thinking of all I had told my grandpa. It hurt so much that I had to lie to him. I never lied to him. I always bared everything to him because he was all I had, and I wanted to build that trust with him, but now I had to lie. I tried to console myself that it was for his good. That if he heard the truth, it would break him, but still, I lied. I wondered what more lies I would tell when next I visited. Slowly I slept off in the car because, due to the turbulence Mark had created in me, I slept late the previous night. A few minutes later, I could sight the penthouse. I carefully gathered my things and went into the house. When I entered the kitchen, I saw that Rosie had made me dinner, as I sat to plunge my spoon into it, I saw the food I had made for Mark sitting untouched. It hurt that I made someone food and he didn’t even make an effort to take a bite. I came in and lifted it to my view. When I turned, I saw Rosie. She averted her eyes, as if not to witness my hurting.

“You know he might have been in a rush,” she said as she stared at the food.

“Yeah, maybe,” I smiled. It hurt, but I didn’t have to show it. I walked to the sink and dumped everything in it before I headed for my room.