Chapter 5- Poker
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Hana's Point of View
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"So,"
Jones leaned closer to me, with his body bowing down to meet my face and both of his hands are in his pockets.
"You're a friend of Marco, huh?" He flicks his eyebrow searching for an answer on my face,
"I am," I answered discreetly,
Jones finally stood up straight at same time he fixes the hem of his sleeves, clearing his throat,
"Well then, who would have thought that Marco would be friends with some commoner," Jones said with his voice filled with arrogance and doubt,
I bit my lips looking at the cup of coffee that is not so fragrant anymore,
"Are you nervous?" He runs his finger through my lips, that made my eyes lift up on him,
"No," I simply answered,
He laughed shaking his head as if he's playing around with me, "look, Marco has been in a lot of trouble, every step he takes matters,"
My eyes are waiting and observing his every action,
"He's somewhat we called a prodigal son," he tossed a metal box from his hand and catch it again repeatedly,
"But don't let that trouble you," Jones winked at me and I nodded,
Hearing those words from Jones made me think that their family affairs are pretty complicated for a wealthy corporation.
"How about we play some cards?" He pointed the metal box at me, with his lips curled into a tired smile,
Stop smiling. . .
Why are you trying so hard,
I looked at him with a meaningful look, with my hand crumpling my skirt.
"What? You don't know how to play?" Jones shrugged and opened the metal box as he showed me a deck of cards,
But the Joker's card is the one facing my way,
His lips curled down into a frown, "Should I--," he placed the deck of cards by the small table Infront of me,
Then he reached out for the cup of coffee that I am gripping, "--take you home instead?"
His lime green pupils are looking at me, piercingly.
My eyelids flickers at the same time I looked away from his gaze, avoiding him,
"No, Marco will take me home instead , thank you." I exhaled in exasperation,
Why is he squeezing me?
Making me spill something he wants to find out about me,
"Fine then," Jones inspected me,looking at me amusingly,
"Can I be friends with you, Hana?" Jones is making me feel creepy, with his wide grin and tilted head waiting for an answer from me,
"Yeah sure," I nodded and smiled warily, I hope he won't notice how uneasy I feel being around him,
My mouth fell open when I saw him drank the whole bottle of vodka, smacking his lips, he came closer to me,
"In order to be friends with me, you have to play poker with me," he then again grabbed the deck of cards and he shuffled it in front of me like an elastic,
"Okay," I meekly answered,
Jones stopped from shuffling the card as he looked at me uneasily, as if there's something on my face,
"Hana,"
My eyebrows rose when he called out my name with a sweet tonality,
I gasped when he pulled my wrist towards him standing me up all of the sudden, as the cards from his hand scattered on the floor,
That made me dropped the porcelain cup of coffee that I am holding splattering on the floor breaking and spilling into pieces,
Jones are now holding my wrist and his other hand on my waist, not leaving his eyes on me,
"Have I met you somewhere, Hana?" His cold voice electrifying me in a freezing point,
My eyes widened when he narrowed his eyes on me, looking at me like a vile snake,
Then I felt his hand on my waist tightened, making me feel uncomfortable,
"Jones," I winced in pain, trying to push him away, but his torso are squeezing and blocking my small body like a wall,
"Stop it, we haven't met--", I didn't finished my complaint, when he pushed me down on the couch crashing my body, while my head hit hard on the cushion,
My vision went all blurry and dizzy,
He smiled devilishly, his intentions are clear in his lusty eyes, "Relax, I'm not going to do something funny,"
Jones is on top of me, stopping me from escaping and getting up from laying down,
When I tried to push him, his huge hands grabbed both of my wrists,
"Stop it!" My legs are kicking him away, but he's still stagnant,
What is wrong with him?!
He's drunk!
"Nah-uh," his face turned blank but his lips are smirking into an awful smile,
He drastically removed his necktie and the next thing I knew, is that he's tying both of my wrist with his necktie.
No..!
My body shivered, my eyes are now glassy and teary, that my tears are about to burst from fear and trauma,
It's happening again,
I sobbed, Jones lips curled into a thin line looking at me emptily,
"You're so sexy, you know that, Hana?" His voice is smooth and tempting in a cruel way,
His breath smells like alcohol and cherry, churning my stomach making me nauseous from anxiousness,
I squealed when he sniff my skin, as Jones flashed a perverted look,
"No wonder Marco befriended you," he scoffed with his hands slowly massaging my chest,
"Aw, fuck."
He circled his head slowly with his eyes closed while he's feeling my skin on my thin clothing,
"J-Jones, stop it, you're drunk--" I whimpered but he only gave me a glare as he removed my top, revealing my bare chest,
Jones hisses in amusement enjoying my naked torso,
"Don't please, don't!" I pleaded my tears gushing from my eyelids,
Jones shook his head hushing me, as his fingers crawl on my back unclasping my bra,
"If this is about the money, I'll repay you, so please stop this nonsense-" Jones cut me off when he placed his palm on my lips shutting me up,
"Shh. . Just let me for awhile," Jones whispered our faces are only an inch apart,
"You should see your face, Hana, you look so damn cute." Jones licked me on the side of my cheek, as I winced in disgust,
Why do I feel disgust towards him?
Maybe because he has every intention to rape me now and then,
God , help me,
Why does every guy sees me this way?
Marco's Point of View
"I know her, Jones,"
I tried my best to steady my voice, speaking on the other line, while Jones kept on speaking in French,
Which made me feel irritated of, as if he's playing around with Hana,
"Jones seriously, there's no point speaking in french with me, so stop it." I impatiently scolded him,
Whatever he's up to, he just wanted to spare his extra time there with Hana,
Why can't he just f*****g leave?
I heard him chuckled, and still remain on speaking french on the other line which made me sighed in frustration,
"Whatever you wanted to find out about me, Jones, I have nothing on me, so cut it off," I managed to retain my temper low,
Did he came here in this country to sneek up on my whereabouts?
What's his deal anyway?
Jones told me he was bored, and he accidentally trampled on Hana,
Which I highly doubt that he only met Hana that way,
He sounds like he's all-knowing now, huh?
"Whatever, Jones, I'm picking her up, try not to do something embarassing, will you?" I warned him on the other line, hearing his hearty laughter, he finally dropped the call,
I cursed under my breath,
He's up to no good again,
After I sent him to Italy to take care our branch for partnership, he has been hiding his anger to me,
And now he's doing some shitty job to find faults about me,
The last time was about my drugs transaction when I was in my teen age years,
My father beat me non-stop in the mansion when I rebelled against him,
Instead of tending my teen age years, he settled an arranged marriage when I was 18 years old,
That made me left the mansion, news all over the media spread about me,
Calling me the prodigal son, the most spoiled brat who denied his wealthy life and rebelled against the Andersons,
As the media go louder and louder, father shut it out with the talk about marriage saying, that I was in love with my childhood friend, Lorraine,
Now all these years I have been entangled with my father's bullshit commandments,
While as Jones kept on calling me a loser for running away from my prosperous life,
Who would have wanted this kind of life anyway?
Decaying me for what they wanted,
When all the Andersons kept on hiding every indecency,
To spice it all, they want to showcase me as their eligible and respectable representative of Anderson embassy.
I smirked, only I tripped it off,
I unlocked my car and opened the side door, then I felt irritated when someone hugged me from behind and pressed her chest on my back. I sighed.
"Raine...let go."
She then let go of me, and blocked my way,
Were she following me all this time?
"You owe me a date." Her index finger pointed on my chest, while the looks of her are demanding,
I shook my head in dismay, as I opened my door side once again, she then angrily shut it,
"Don't refuse me Marco! you're my fiancee'! I can tell my dad about how you acted towards me!"
Lorraine rose her voice, acting less feminine towards me,
How ignorant,
I inhaled deeply, trying not bust her face, I manage to keep my anger on my clenching fist,"Fine. So what do you want a one-night stand date?"
Lorraine snatched my keys from my hand, I gave her a disgusted look when she hid it in between her cleavage,
"Is that what you want?" I asked her with a fed up tone.
I saw her crossed her arm and nodded with her forehead furrowing demandingly,
As if I should always know whatever is running in her mind!
For f**k sake,
I sighed, I can't disagree with her, or else I won't claim my peace with my father's ranting and rattling complaints.
"Just so we're clear, I don't want you scandaling me with your petty demands, understand?" I snatched and gripped her wrist as she let out a small gasp,
If I could only get rid of her, I already did, but there's a hideous man blocking my every step,
My father.
It'll be easier if father died in his sleep, in a coma or a disease,
In order for me to gain my father's position.
All his companies' wealth and most of all. . .
My freedom.
After staring at her ignorant face,
I grabbed her arm forcefully and drags her inside my car,
I opened my side and started my engines with my spare keys,
"Just so you know, Marco, you have changed so much," Lorraine said crossing her arms with a frown on her face,
I supressed a cruel laugh as I zoomed out of the company's parking lot,
As if I'll treat her nicely.
Hana's Point of View
"Let's play, Hana." Jones called out to me, with his sad voice,
I shook my head, while I'm biting my lips in dismay,
"Please,"
Jones nuzzled my neck and I winced when I felt him sniffed my skin,
I swallowed and peeked at his lonely eyes,
"P-play what?" I sobbed while my body is still laying on the couch petrified,
"Poker, baby."
Jones nipped my collarbone, then he started bitting it real hard, that I moaned in pain,
Jones gasped for air, chuckling at me, his drunken eyes swaying in my vision,
"Like that, I poke you, you poke--"
Jones grabbed my hands until it reaches to the bottom of his pants,
"--Me."
My eyes widened when he made me feel his hard and warm thing,
"W-why are you doing this?" I ask him begging him with my eyes tearing up,
"Because. . ", Jones stopped from talking and the next thing he did made me shiver,
He ripped off the bandage on my neck, revealing my wounded bite mark,
"You're hiding this," he panted as he rubbed both of hands on his pants
"And I want to give you a bite mark too,"
No. . .
I feel like I'm an open flesh, in pain and exposed,
"Don't give me your excuses, Hana. You're already showing the truth," he snarled at me, and gave me a rough kiss,
That my lips kept on pushing his lips away that his lips kept on forcing its way in me.
Then he parted his lips from mine as if he's spitting,
"Jones, please." I begged but I know to myself that there is no escape from his unyielding arms
"Now tell me, who do you get this this bite mark from?"
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