Sexmate ON GOING! [ENGLISH]

Chapter 7 - Whole

Hana's Point of View

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"1,"

I stared blankly on the ceiling when I felt him bent his body, putting the weight of his torso on my chest, feeling his liquids gushing inside me,

His heavy pants fills my ear, that I could already feel his heartbeat thumping from his chest,

"You're. . You're driving me crazy, Hana." He moaned on top of me, as his body rested on me.

I felt Jones released me from the knot on my wrist,

My body sores in pain and numbness,

Jones slowly lifted up his body and wore his pants on to see him walking away carefully not stepping on the broken porcelain cup on the floor,

I sat up gently on the couch, feeling my abdomen all sore out, my head went dizzy, but still I managed to wore my shirt and bra,

My eyes focused on the white towel at my face, I rose my eyes and I saw Jones gazing down and handing it out to me, standing behind the couch, with a glass of water by his other hand,

"Wipe it off," he discreetly said to me, I accepted the towel and wiped off my face and my body,

I watched him walked around the couch until he's sitting by my side again,

I wore my skirt and panty on, with my face flushing, I always ended up dressing or stripping infront of the guy I make out with,

I saw Jones leaned down by the floor and picked up something, when I saw what's on his hand my eyes widened on the next thing he did,

He grabbed a broken glass and wounded his hand with the broken glass,

"Hey!" I scolded him, then he looked at me with a satisfied look,

Jones scoffed at me as he swallowed a pill and washed it off with water that he's holding,

What's wrong with this guy?!

I waited for him to finished, I brushed my hair until it's tidy enough then I reached for his hand with the towel that I used to wiped my face and body with,

I put pressure on it to stop him from bleeding,

He inspected what I did and smiled, "You're the only person who did that for me," his face are all paled up and tired,

He sighed," I'm sorry I did that to you forcefully," Jones looked at me with his eyes gleaming in lime green,

I heard him laughed all of the sudden, "I know a sorry is not enough, this depression of mine is killing my sanity like hell," Jones shook his head in dismay while his forced laughter is visible on his lips,

Depression?

"Is that what you called a mental illness kind of thing?" I tilted my head then he grabbed the towel I'm holding on his wounded hand, and he did the pressure by himself,

"Not only that, I have plenty of mental illness, so bare with me," he diverted his eyes on me, his bare torso resting on the couch's frame, "You're still my friend, right?" Jones chuckled jokingly but in his surprise, I nodded with a smile,

I know, there are plenty of people out there are desperate for therapies, cures, remedy and such, 

Not knowing that there are some who just needed love, s*x, and affection to dose theirselves with self-healing,

And this guy is one of the millions who suffered from it.

Cruel world, I see.

Jones picked up the remaining broken glasses and this time he didn't tried to wound himself anymore,

After an hour, he cleaned the floor and his wound is aided, that made me feel at ease as I rested my back on the couch, exhaling,

His mansion is empty, I can't see any maids running around, it looks like he does all the chores around here,

Jones put on his white sleeves on, after a minute, the main entrance door sounded with a doorbell, 

I saw Jones, rushing by the entrance door, but before he opens it, he glanced back at me, putting his index finger on his lips, mouthing to me that what happened here, is a 'secret',

I sighed in exasperation, another trouble again,

Jones finally opened the door revealing Marco's face,

"Hey, Marco.. you're late." Jones greeted Marco, but he refused to enter in, his glaring eyes never left Jones,

Here I am looking at him, that I thought Jones has the pale face, 

But it seems like Marco had it worse.

He looked so tired and overrun, his lips are pale, chapped and dry, he even had black circles under his eyes,

"Where's Hana? I swear if you did something-" Marco grabbed Jones by his collar while Jones rose both of his hands in arrest,

I felt the panicked and I stood up from the couch, "Marco," I called out his name, "I'm here," his eyes caught shifted to my lips forming into a smile,

I saw Marco relaxed, letting go Jones's collar, ignoring him and walking closer to me,

"Let's go," Marco grabbed my arm and pulled me, leading me out of the mansion,

Jones glanced at me for a second as I caught his serious look, we both looked away,

I guess this is the last time that we will see eachother, huh?

The pitch black night came into my vision the midnight sky is empty, the color of black is endlessly extending,

"The groceries-" Marco led me inside his car, sitting me on the car seat,

"Stay there," Marco peeked at me and left immediately as he jogged back inside Jones's house,

I sat silently waiting for Marco to come back again, when he did, he all carried the groceries single handedly,

He opened the back of his car to placed it one by one,

I saw Jones standing by his door frame watching us leaving, while as Marco sat beside me on the driver's seat,

Jones waved at us with his empty face, only the light inside his mansion lighting up his tall frame,

Marco started the engines and didn't waited for a second, he then zoomed out of Jones's place,

He drove off in the city, the familiar scene reminds me of the day he first took me in,

I wanted to have a conversation with Marco, but I guess he's not in the mood to even have a talk with me,

Yeah right, we never had deep conversation, while cuddling, we only slept and have s*x all day long whenever he needs and wants it,

That's my use to him,

I placed my fingers on my forehead, while my elbow leaned on the door by the tinted window,

I felt his eyes sending daggers at me,

When the car makes it stop on the red light,

I felt Marco's cold hand crawled on my skirt, lifting it up,

My eyes shifted to him, with his eyes still looking straight on the road waiting,

I sighed and I averted my eyes on the window, even if I'm just staring on the pitch black night and empty road,

Marco felt my skin, he's still massaging my thigh while I'm spacing out,

I think my body and emotions went numb, I'm so tired today,

I'm drained,

"How are you?" I heard Marco's smooth and deep voice consulting me,

I shook my head, I don't want to talk right now,

I saw his reflection on the window glass staring back at me,

"Hana," Marco's voice was inviting, but I continued ignoring him,

There's nothing between us to share with anyway,

I felt his hand turned warm, as it gripped my thigh,

"What is it--?!" I turned my head to him upsettingly only to catch his lips kissing me gently,

Like how I always wanted him to kiss me,

My shoulders relaxed and my eyelids slowly closes, feeling this warm moment,

His kisses were different, I love how he puts emotion in it, either he's angry, tired, eager, and desperate,

But this time it's just pure, 

Soft and light as a feather,

I realized from his forms of kisses, whenever you kissed someone it has a lot of different meanings, even emotions,

But sometimes, it's just empty,

Marco's lips parted from mine, my eyes slowly opened, seeing how satisfied his stare was,

It's like his eyes were not tired anymore, looking at me so lightly, with his lovingly grey eyes,

The stop light turned green and we both rested our back on our seats as Marco started driving again,

How can simple touches and making love be so much more expressive than of a genuine word?

His emotions went through me like 'it's going to be okay,' 

And I felt that,

I hid a smile on my lips, then Marco turned the radio on, playing a Joji's song, 'Yeah Right,'

This feels right, even if it seems wrong in the naked eyes,

But there's more within, 

It's just pure and special feelings.

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I felt my body moved, and my eyes flickers open to see that I was being carried by Marco on his arms,

"Are we home?" I asked as Marco walked upstairs carrying me, 

I heard him laughed in a bit, "It's funny that you're calling this place your home," 

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion only then I realized I was speaking out of nowhere, 

That just came out of my mouth, although I never felt home,

But this feeling is somewhat familiar,

It's like the difference of I'm at my house from, I'm at my home,

Marco pushed open the bedroom door that we only shared with eachother every night,

I even wondered if he even visits his home every once in awhile,

Because whenever he got off to work, he go straight here in this rental house,

I wanted to asked him, and even continued the moment we had back in the car,

But when Marco layed me down on the bed, he walked away his face is blank and uninterested,

I didn't lay down, and proceeded inside the bathroom instead, to clean myself, I saw him just sat on the edge of the bed, still remaining silent,

Did something happened? 

He got off late from work, he never takes over time,

When Marco's head slightly turned to face me, I quickly walked away grabbing my towel, entering the shower room,

I panted inside when I turned on the lights,

I just realized that I looked and acted like an i***t being aware and avoiding his actions towards me,

Forget it,

I took the rest of my time taking a quick shower, making sure I washed myself thoroughly,

After a couple of minutes I left the comfort room, my hair all dried up and my towel covering my naked body,

I search for his presence to see him still sitting on the edge of the bed and still not moving, with his broad back turned away from me,

I tried to peek what he's doing but in my surprise, he's just bowing his head down, with both of his hands clasp together,

Now what's the matter with him?

I sighed softly, taking my time to wear some comfy clothes, 

With baggy white shirt and black panty on,

I walked towards the other empty side of the bed, as I tried to lay down slowly and silently,

Marco moved and stood up, as if he's avoiding me, but I don't want to assume things towards him,

I watched him walk away, taking off his suit and tie, leaving his torso naked,

He opened the terrace door, then the cold midnight wind blew,

I felt the chill so I covered my body with the bedsheets, but he stood there half naked,

The he puffed a cigarette, by the terrace's balcony where he leaned his elbows,

I watched him until his cigarette is half finished,

I panicked when he turned around to check on me, so I tightly closed my eyes immediately,

I'm wishing that I could fall asleep, but no, every passing minute I kept myself awake, 

The room is filled with the smell of smoking cigarette he's inhaling,

Then a phone rang, it didn't took another second to stop it from ringing when Marco answered it,

"Hey,"

I could hear his faint deep voice from where I am laying,

I slowly opened my eyelids, my eyes catches the time on the clock by the small table on the side of the bed,

It's 11:32 pm,

Who would be calling him at this hour?

I saw his back all turned away from me, so I watches him and tried my best to listen to him,

"Yeah, baby I'm sorry," 

Marco continued talking on the other line, while the only thing that is lighting his area is the lit of his cigarette and the faint light coming from the neighborhood,

The room is relaxing and dark, but suddenly I felt my heart sank when he said the word, 'I love you' on the other line,

Could it be Lorraine?

No, I don't think it's her, 

since when did he ever say 'I love you' to her when Marco hated her for the forced marriage?

I stay still, hardly hearing their conversation,

"You're not coming back?" Marco spoke as if there's something blocking in his throat,

The next minute was silent, only the vague sound of a woman talking on the phone is clear in my hearing,

But I couldn't understand what she has been saying,

It's inaudible,

I heard the faint beep of his phone, and it sounds like the woman on the line dropped the call,

He tried to call her back repeatedly, but she never answered,

I heard him groaned in anger, tugging the metal balcony with his clenching fists,

"Bullshit."

Jones's Point of View

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"What's wrong with that guy..?"

I keep on circling and circling around my room thinking about how Marco acted towards me.

he's f*****g upset huh?

I grabbed my phone in my pocket and called Luire, my main security.

I spoke a few words concerning Hana.

"Yes, Sir." He replied on the other line.

"Follow the woman, who's with Marco Anderson,-- you remember his plate number?"

"Yes, Sir." He assured me.

"Good, I want you to take some photos of them, as much as possible track them, I want to know his relationship with that girl.."

I ordered in pure desperation,

"Right away, Sir." Luire agreed in respect,

I cutted the line and sat on my couch.

Some new friend I got here,

A suspicious one,

" Whoever you are."

I need to know about you,"

" You're soon to be mine, Hana." 

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