Sexmate ON GOING! [ENGLISH]

Chapter 18 - Solitude

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Marco Anderson's Point of View

The sharp noise of a gun was the last thing that came right through my senses.

The voices, the screams, the panic overcomes the silent hallway.

As my father lay still on the ground, bleeding from the bullet that was shot exactly on his chest.

I don't know what to feel anymore.

I dropped the gun that I was gripping tightly as the smoke disappeared from its tip, 

Police came rushing in.

More guns are pointed at me. The sharp noise of sirens surrounded the building.

I rose my hands in defeat, even if I'm not listening to what the authorities were saying.

I know I'm at my end game.

Chains entangled my wrists. As they led me out of the company.

Stepping on the blood that my father sheds.

As they dragged me out of the building, reporters and journalists from different companies surrounds the entrance of the building.

The once silent and peaceful place that was established by my father, 

Was now broken down by his only son.

The once successor, now is the criminal heir.

I did this, for my own freedom, now I have to pay the cost of it.

Hana.

I bet she's suffering the same way.

I can't assure myself that she's okay. 

I'm sorry. . .

God help her..I winced.

"All of this, for a filthy peasant."

I heard a familiar voice in front of me, not willing to look at her eyes. For what I know what brings her here.

Aunt Morine slapped me on the face,

Then I met her eyes, the same color of my father's, the same way how my father looked at me like I was a rebel. 

An outcast to Andersons.

The side of my face swells and I can feel the sore stare of people despising me.

"You'll pay what you've done behind bars, mascalzone!"

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Jones's Ronin's Point Of View.

"Monsieur, he's arrested, and as a result, Morine Lavigne is the one who will take place of the company, as the new CEO." 

I was silent for a minute. 

What is she up to?

"Monsieur?" Luire called my attention from the other line.

"Yes, if anyone searched for me,

tell them I'm on a training, abroad. I don't need to be disturb till next week. If they asked further questions, make my absence unknown to the officials." 

I dropped the call as soon as Luire agreed.

I sighed, in frustration, my mind is occupied with different possibilities, 

If only Marco had not retaliated, he wouldn't be in chains right now.

The rain kept on pouring outside as the thunder rumbles. I gripped my phone, and threw it in the ground as hard as I could.

And stepped on the remaining bits.

Until there's nothing left from the whole.

It's for the best. 

I have to stay hidden, for now, I wanted them to focus to what Marco has done. 

Hana should be out of the case for the mean time or else she'll be imprison in no time.

This is getting out of hand.

I'm the only one that is left with the truth.

Marco hadn't known the rest of it.

And that's for the best.

I muttered as my mind filled with overpowering thoughts, 

My heart beats like I was about to have a heart attack, so I grabbed my medicine and took 3 pills of it.

It's like my whole world stopped when my digestive made contact with the medicine, swallowing it dryly.

I spaced out. Thinking of one certain thing.

And that certain thing is that I have Hana with me.

That what matters most.

After I thrown the bits of my phone, I decided to take a quick shower.

My mind is a storm just like the rain that is falling down like razor sharp.

It's fine for me.

It has been like this eversince I lost everything.

Until it became a part of me.

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Hana's Point of View

I shot my eyes open when I heard a disturbing sound of breaking that woke me up.

And yet I laid still, when I saw the dark spacious room, 

Where am I?

Then everything came into my mind the events came puzzling in my head.

I saw a silhouette of a man picking up something on the ground, the only thing lighting up my bed is the city lights coming from the outside of the window, and lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.

I was kidnapped,

But Jones saved me.

I calmed down, when I came up with the realization that I'm far from danger.

I caught a glimpse of his face turning in my direction, so I pretended to be asleep.

I'm not yet ready to talk to him.

Or even argue about why does he have to save me,

I listened on the way he walked all over the place, so I slightly opened my eyelids to see Jones pacing back and forth, thinking, as if he's in a middle of mental break down, now overthinking.

I remember, he has a mental illness.

He seemed agitated by his actions, he even murmured something that I couldn't understand, then I saw him took something from his pocket drinking a tablet of medicine.

I listened to his breathing,

The way he panted as if he was being chased.

My heart ached a bit when I felt sorry for his condition. 

Jones opened the lights from what I guess is the light coming from the  shower room and he finally went inside after staring in an empty space. 

He closed the door and I finally let the air out of my lips.

I was tense the whole time, Jones looked like he was upset, and completely out of his mind.

Anyone would watch someone acted that way, will feel the same.

I sat up slowly, only to see my clothes are new and quite huge for my size.

Although my body is still in pain and sore, thankfully I can still manage to stand on my feet.

I stood still with my knees weakening, as my eyes examined the whole place.

A simple room, I bet it's not his house nor his own room.

Maybe he rented this place.

It thundered from the outside and it made me curled into a ball, sitting on the ground as I covered my ears.

My mind flashed an unknown memory that I hardly even recognized, 

A scene where I was running and it was a storming night  just like now.

Then it stopped there,

Leaving my mind blank. 

My breathing became shaky, as my feet went cold and so is my fingertips.

What is happening to me?

I shivered hugging my arms tightly as I sat on my feet, crying.

What had happened to me made me vulnerable, sensitive. 

Scared. Terrified.

I thought I was recovering when I met Marco.

But my condition now worsened. 

Needing of Marco's presence made me feel like this.

If Jones had not come in my distress, I would not be safe by now. That I'll still be drenched in that rain, cold, and dying.

But being here, without any idea of why should I be here doesn't  made me comfortable at all.

I wiped off my tears, when I heard someone knocked, and the person spoke outside.

"Dinner, ma'am and sir."

I stood up with my ankles cramping, but I managed to reached the door and opened it, as I let the service crew in.

She placed the tray with a plastic covered meal on the small table by the couch.

When the service crew finally left, I went to sit on the couch, when I saw a leather jacket on the table beside the tray.

I grabbed it so I can fold it neatly, the suddenly, a picture fell on the floor from its pocket.

I placed the leather jacket beside me, as I collected the photo, only it made my heart sank when the photo was  illuminated by the light revealing the image.

A picture of me.

A picture of me when I was young.

Where did Jones found this?

I couldn't believe what I'm seeing that I even examined the photo, to its front and back.

To see my name written on the back with a date scribbled on it.

My curiosity went bulging.

I glanced behind me, and searched the shower room's door still tightly closed.

So I took the chance to see what I can find from his leather jacket.

Then I felt a folded paper and took it out with my fingers gripping it.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins, heart pumping, as I drastically opened the folded paper.

It's like I was being investigated.

I saw a picture of the prostitute bar where I came from and details of location as well as handwritten concepts, most probably Jones wrote those.

And at the end of it, 

A photo of a huge manor, with pictures of scenery where children are learning in a classroom and playing.

"An orphanage."

What does this orphanage have to do with me?

"Hana."

I jolted and gasped when I heard Jones cold tone, calling out my name.

I glanced at him, with his bare torso and towel covering his waist.

His eyes pierced right through me, that made me anxious, then he caught the glimpse of the paper I was holding.

"Sorry." 

I handed the paper to him,

I surely looked like a thief .

He slowly and gently picked the paper from my hand, I was expecting that he will get mad at me, but what I saw in his eyes gave me a different story.

Sorrowful green eyes, as if he's disappointed of something.

Sentimental.

I was spacing out then my eyes widened when I felt his warm lips on mine and his naked muscular body hugging me.

Kissing me softly, carefully, as if he's afraid that he might hurt me.

It's like a touch of feather, that it made me kissed him back.

But then I felt his hand on my thigh, crawling up to my--

"Jones..no--" I protested in dazed, but my body is saying the opposite, and Jones noticed how my body responded on his touch.

That he swiftly undressed me from my top to my shorts,  then he lay me gently on the couch, tracing my sensitive part with his fingers.

I suppressed a moan, then I stopped myself from moaning, bitting my lips when he pressed his finger on my c**t.

"Do you like that, Hana?" Jones whispered smoothly, that I could feel his breath on my neck, his eyes dimmed in lust.

Looking at my naked whole with his eyes sending daggers at my bare skin.

I forcefully closed my eyes and waited for him to do something.

Only it has been a few seconds, when he did not touch me and did nothing.

I opened my eyes to see him looked at me with confusion. That I can't uncover what is written all over his face.

I glanced on where he was staring, and it made me think for a moment.

What is it?

What's wrong with my stomach?

I felt his fingers crawled to my abdomen as if he's examining something.

"What the hell.." 

Jones whispered with suspicion, his eyes went vibrant green, shocked from what he realized that I couldn't  understand.

"You're pregnant, Hana?"

The tone of his voice left a hint of anxiousness and worry.

Confused from what he just blurted out, I sat up and picked up my clothes to cover my naked body, to see him watched me with a terrified expression.

I felt my abdomen, still not convinced of what Jones had suspected of me.

Jones watched me, as I realized that I am indeed pregnant, that my stomach has a bumped.

My heart races, when I came up with the conclusion that I am already carrying a child.

Jones stood up, cursing under his breath, pacing back and forth again with him biting his finger in frustration.

"For how long? A-and..-- and did you even know?!"

Jones almost shouted at me, but I only replied him nothing, staring at him emptily.

I looked away and teared up, 

No, I don't want to end up like this.

Not like this.

"I don't know, Jones." 

I confessed, all the events blinded my condition that I didn't even realized that time that I was pregnant and all,  I thought I was just only sick.

"How long have you been feeling ill?-- your menstruation---?"

Jones hesitated as he paused on the corner, 

"2-3 weeks I guess?" I  felt weak and scared, when I answered his question, I watched him reacted accordingly, that he even wore his clothes on, while I still meddling on my condition.

"I can't believe this.. I thought..-- thought, Marco have you injected birth control..--or--.. Jesus..!" He panicked, as if me being pregnant is a huge problem now.

I saw Jones did not care of how messy is his clothes that he did not even bothered to straightened his sleeves.

"I'll be right back," Jones slammed the door gently and left just like that.

Not even having the clue of where he would go,

Knowing my condition would be more vulnerable than of what I am feeling.

I grabbed the tray closer to me, and started eating, though it taste like a sandpaper not having the appetite to even swallow my meal.

What would Marco feel if he knew?

That I'm pregnant?

I cried and sobbed, muffling from the food I was chewing.

Should I come running to him when I already knew that he was engaged that I won't be seeing him ever again?

I gulped, and stopped myself from crying.

I felt the regret that I have ever met him.

That I have established affection towards him.

He should have returned me to that prostitute bar.

He shouldn't have rented me.

And I shouldn't have fallen in love with him.

Now, all the bad things that I couldn't imagined that it will happen, is now happening to me.

Did Marco just taken me granted?

He should have been the one saving me from that abduction and now I'm doubting whether he is the one behind that kidnap.

I don't know what to believe anymore.

Tears began to fall again. I wiped it off and told a silent prayer to myself, that it'll be alright.

I saw the paper that I handed to Jones awhile ago, so is my picture on the floor.

I picked it up and hid it in my pocket.

Who am I?

Where did I came from?

Did Jones knew?

Did he knew something about me that's why he saved me?

I put on my clothes, and planned to leave this room and look for Jones,

When I felt a sharp pain in my head from where the man hitted me, that weakened my knees and made vision blurred.

I collapsed on floor, only breathing Jones name for help.

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Jones Ronin's Point of View

"Do you have-a an in-house doctor available at this hour?" I hurriedly asked the concierge, I never went out looking like this.

"Yes, sir. He's a general physician, how may I help you?" 

I gave her my room number, "I need him right now, please." I answered out of desperation.

She dialed the number from a reference card and spoke on the line for a bit as I waited impatiently.

"Sir, is it an emergency or not?" She looked at me and asked.

"Yes,-- I mean no." I answered stammering,

What the hell is this? 

Will he still go if it isn't an emergency?

"A moment." She continued on the line, I exclaimed with frustration and left the counter.

"Uh, S-sir! He'll be on the second floor!" The concierge followed up the information as I headed for the elevator.

Damn it now it makes me think whether the baby is mine or.. His!

I sighed deeply, and relax my head on the wall of the elevator.

I'm not worried if it's mine

I'm worried if it's Marco's.

No, the baby is not the problem.

The problem is that when Hana became his.

And I won't let that happen.

The elevator stopped and opened, the doctor entered in with a brief smile.

"Evening, sir. I'm Doctor Will." He shook hands with me, him wearing his white coat around his 50's.

"Jones." I answered back.

We reached the vip room in complete silence.

I opened the door,

To see Hana laying unconscious on the ground by the door, cold and passed out.

The doctor and I rushed to her,

The doctor checked her pulse, as I held her close to me.

After the doctor confirmed her condition is stable.

That made me glad that she's okay.

I carried her and lay her on the bed, seeing the tears trailed on her eyelids again.

"Doctor, she's pregnant,and I need to know how long has she been pregnant."

I caressed her face gently, covering her with the blanket.

"I have a clinic, in that way, I can check her in the laboratory with an ultrasound tomorrow morning." The doctor took out his stethoscope and checked her vitals.

After a couple of minutes, I accompanied the doctor through the door.

"She needed rest, a lot of rest. Before tomorrow's check-up, refrain her from having stress, and hunger. I can't prescribe any medication. Right now, rest is essential." The doctor left, and I sighed out of tardiness.

I closed the door. And checked on Hana.

"I'm sorry, Hana." I looked on her angelic face, in awe and pity.

If you could only remember how important I am to you and you are to me.

"I'm sorry, "

"But you're going to stay a little while longer--",

"With me." 

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