UGLY

9: Obscure Feelings

Sinn's POV:

"Mhmm...." the naked woman laying beside me moaned. I guess she was still reliving this afternoon that we had just shared.

Who the f**k cares about her though?

Upon feeling a manicured hand running up my torso, I snapped out of my thoughts. I lazily glanced at my side, only to find the naked brunette smirking.

"How about we do this again?" she suggested arrogantly, but there was a hopeful edge to her voice.

I smirked, sensing her desperation. she clearly wanted me again and again. I didn't f**k a woman twice but she was a special case. She was my permanent lay.

I grabbed her roaming hand. She looked up in confusion and frowned.

"It's called 'booty call' for a reason. Get out."

"Oh come on!" she whined, "Don't be a spoil sport." She began kissing my neck.

"Whatever," I grumbled.

She continued her actions. She nibbled on my earlobe and I felt myself growing hard, again.

Why can't she get the message?

"Sarah, sto-"

"Just a quickie," she mumbled.

"You do know I am supposed to date someone else, right?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, Ms. Goodie goodie will never know. It's not like you're dating for real," she uttered and I sighed in frustration.

I grabbed her hand and said, "Bet or not, I don't cheat, babe. So, back the f**k off."

"Okay," she whined, pouting, "When you are done playing with her, call me."

"Sure," I smirked at her flirtatiously.

She placed a rough kiss on my lips and I pulled her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"Don't play me, Sarah. Get out," I rasped. She let out a moan.

Releasing her, I reached for my shirt, putting it on swiftly and buttoning it.

"Sinn," she purred.

I tugged her lower lip hard between my thumb and forefinger and bit her earlobe hard. She let out a gasp and I whispered in her ear seductively, "Get. The. f**k. Out."

She bent down, giving me a first class view of her ample breasts and smirked, "Find me later babe. I know you want the real stuff, not some ugly minx."

With that she excused herself, murmuring something about me being a hot lay, but I didn't have time to pay attention.

After all, I had to get ready for a date.

A special date with someone equally special.

I ruffled my hairs and put on a black shirt and black tuxedo. My ear piercing was still there. I tidied the collar because it shows off the tattoo on my neck perfectly. A lot of girls have complemented me on this tattoo and I'm sure Kiara's gonna like it.

I smirked at my reflection, folding my sleeves up to my elbows and fixing my rolex.

That poor girl didn't know that she was in for a long and dangerous ride.

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I sighed in frustration for the umpteenth time. Currently, I was sitting in her front porch. I had texted her, but she didn't reply. Also, it seemed like she didn't have the decency to open the door.

Did she change her plan?

I snapped out of my reverie as I heard a door creaking open.

Finally!

I got up, not looking at her. She was frustrating and I only hoped that she was not like those spoiled brats. That would only add to my burdens.

"Kiara, what-" my words died in my throat as my gaze fell on her.

"Hi," she whispered shyly, looking downwards. I didn't answer her, because I was too busy assessing her.

I took in her now perfectly curled hair and her black dress that stopped just a bit lower her thighs. The black pantyhose she wore barely covered her meaty but attractive legs.

How could someone have that beautiful gold complexion?

My gaze fell on her fidgety hands and I smirked.

She was nervous.

"Um, Sinn?" a timid voice interrupted my thoughts, "Aren't we going somewhere?" she raised her head and I looked into her eyes.

My breath hitched. She wasn't wearing glasses.

Her eyes looked like two beautiful citrines. They shone brightly, even in the dark. Those brown orbs held so many emotions and questions I couldn't decipher. It seemed as if I was looking inside her soul. Within their depths, I found nothing but innocence.

No hatred, no negativity.

Her precious eyes were pulling me towards her like a magnet. And just like that, I knew despite Kiara's stealthiness, she could win this game.

Because her innocence was calling me like a siren.

But I couldn't fall for that, could I?

I cleared my throat and stated somewhat sternly, "Let's go, we're already late."

She nodded her head. I led her to my Aston Martin. For a fraction of a second, I saw her eyes widen. I smirked.

My baby has that effect on girls.

I opened the door for her, like a true gentleman.

The entire ride was silent. Throughout the whole ride, I silently prayed only one thing, "Please don't let her be a brat."

I took her into some small restaurant where anyone barely knew me. Couldn't risk getting seen with her now, could I?

"So, Kia, tell me about yourself," I flashed her the most charming smile I could manage.

"Uhm, there's nothing much to know." She thought for a moment and then said, "What would you like to know?"

"Okay. Uh, what do you prefer more, pizza or chocolate cake?" I mentally face palmed myself as soon as the question was out of my mouth.

Damn, I was bad at this! So much for a decent date.

Kiara chuckled lightly, "That's hard to decide. You call in for a hard bargain."

I noticed that her braces were gone. So I questioned, "Kia, what happened to your braces?"

"Oh these?" she questioned, trying to look at her teeth, "I got them removed yesterday," she flashed me a toothy grin.

She was cute. And mature. And nice.

But not my type.

Definitely not my type.

"Tell me about your family," I questioned and she froze.

Was that a no go area? Oops.

"Uhm," after what seemed like an hour, she cleared her throat, "I'm not comfortable discussing about my family."

I nodded, understanding. The rest of the evening passed like this. She would tell me something about her and then ask me something, carefully avoiding the subject of her family.

She also avoided extremely personal questions, for which I was grateful for.

The women I have dated previously were either talkative or were spoiled brat. Some were just strict business, wasting no time seducing me.

But Kiara was different.

She didn't annoy me or frustrate me, in fact, to my utter shock, I discovered that I was enjoying her company.

I was feeling something, something unfamiliar.

Excitement? Challenge? Or was it nervousness? But, I was never nervous.

I couldn't really name these obscure feelings. I scolded myself, saying that, she was ugly and she was just a bet.

I wouldn't give her anything.

Throughout our entire conversation, I only gazed into her eyes. Her beautiful, magnetic eyes that only screamed purity.

And suddenly, I had this urge to draw them.

We got out of my car and were outside her dorm.

"Thank you, Sinn. I really enjoyed the evening." She murmured enthusiastically and waved at me. I smirked. I needed to seal the deal.

"Likewise," I whispered huskily as I inched towards her. I felt her breathing growing heavier.

My gaze fell on her lip and on cue she bit them. She was thinking about it.

"How about we end the night with a kiss?" I stated rather bluntly, my voice dropping to an octave. My lips skimmed on hers but never touching.

Suddenly, a hand on my torso caused me to stop. I looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes were glowing.

"Not yet, Sinn." she said and pushed me softly, "Goodbye."

And just like that, she went inside her dorm and slammed the door loudly.

What the hell just happened?

Did she just reject me?

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. No girl had ever rejected me.

I consoled myself saying that, I could do the same to her, much worse even, I just needed patience.

I don't take rejection well.

And Kiara Senoire Haron was going to pay for making me feel frustrated, rejected.

And for making me feel something I've never felt before.

For making me feel these obscure feelings. 

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