Sexmate ON GOING! [ENGLISH]

Chapter 9 - Alive

Hana's Point of View

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The sunrise fills the room with its warmness and mellow light,

My eyes slowly flickered open seeing the golden sun had risen up,

Only I felt heavy to even move my body, it takes a few second for me to realized that Marco was hugging me from behind,

My eyes widen up, feeling so much awake right now, in a sudden surprise, I tried to glance at his sleeping face with his whole naked and muscular body weighing on mine,

God, he's heavy.

I tried to move side ways in order to push his body away, but his biceps and huge arms is blocking me from moving,

I was about to call his name, when I saw how peaceful he sleeps,

Hugging me with all comfort, gave him a sound sleep.

I smiled, with his lips slightly open and his shallow breathing,

His arm moved and he hugged my chest making my space even tighter,

I gasped when I can't move anymore, then I blushed when he's breathing on my neck with his lips almost touching my skin,

It tickles me, but having him close to me early in the morning makes me feel shy and vulnerable,

My eyes looked around the room, while Marco's body still hugging me like a huge bear,

Then my vision landed on the clock by the wall, I jolted when I saw the time,

He's late!

He never goes to work this late before,

"Marco," I called out his name, but he only nuzzled me from my neck to my chest,

I flushed,

His body unconsciously gripped on mine even when he's asleep,

I rolled my eyes and exhaled sharply, I tried to move my feet and pushed his thigh,

But then his waist leaned closer behind me, hitting my butt with his.

Thing.

I gasped like I'm about to lose my breath, when his bare shaft pointed on my ass,

And it's up and hard.

I whimpered trying not to move anymore,

"Marco. . " I pleaded, with my heart beating anxiously, I tried to turn my head on his face,

When I did, I saw him gazing at me with his eyes half open, I flashed an irritated look,

Don't tell me he's been playing around all this time?

He smiled widely and laughed softly. 

Then he grabbed my waist and nuzzles my arms with his light shaved beard brushing my skin,

Then his shaft grind on my ass, I slipped a soft moan,

"Good morning," he giggled, as he shifted his pace on top of me, his biceps flexing and he's biting his lower lip, gazing down on me amusingly,

Thank god, the white bed sheet covered his waist and his private part,

I exhaled softly,

I saw his eyes gawked at my bare chest, now he's licking his lips teasingly.

"S-stop it, it's early in the morning," I stuttered and gulped looking away from him, with my cheeks burning hot.

"You're beautiful, Hana." Marco softly said with his sincere voice that stirred my emotions, and now I'm stopping myself from smiling.

Marco leaned on my neck, and gave me a soft nip and kiss, I moaned faintly, then he layed on my body gently not putting his pressure and weight on me,

Marco hugged me, feeling his warm and hard body on top of me, hugging me comfortably.

What a morning.

My hand felt his soft jet black hair, and I combed it backwards, I saw him smile with his eyes closed,

"I like that," he softly said with a husky tone.

"Marco, you're late. Aren't you going to work?" I tilted my head, I know I want to tend him and stay here hugging all day, but he has to go to work,

I saw his smile disappeared, and his head shaking gently,

"No, I'm not going to work," he answered his voice heavied, and he pushed his arms, lifting up his torso and his face to me,

Marco flashes me with a wide grin, excitement filled his eyes,

"We're going on a date,"

Marco just stared at me for a few seconds waiting for my reply, but his face collapsed into a frown when I didn't replied anything.

"You don't want to?" His voice was disappointed, as I sat up, covering my chest with the bedsheets and rested my back on the bedframe,

What did he say?

A date?

Seriously, I have no idea,

The only date I know is the month and day,

"W-what's a date?" I hesitated to ask him, because I know I'll look stupid to him,

"Pfft."

Marco stopped his self from laughing with his fingers on his smiling lips,

I knew it, I'd look stupid.

My face turned cold at him, giving him an upset look, Marco noticed my face, and he stopped right away,

"A date is--" Marco cleared his throat, then he stopped from explaining with his eyes glued on the floor,

What's up with him?

"Seriously, let's just find out what's a date with me is like," Marco grabbed my arms and lifted me up from the bed,

With his face full of enthusiasm and charisma to even start the day,

I don't know this feeling,

But I like it.

It's a new feeling after all.

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"I-I am going to ride that?" My mouth fell open with my index finger pointing at the so-called roller coaster,

It's too high,

Too high for me,

My feet tapped on the ground, as Marco held me close to him,

Him wearing a black hoodie and denim pants, chuckling at how I wore my face seeing a roller coaster for the first in my life,

"No, Marco I'm not going to ride that, let's just stroll around--"

I anxiously turned away from the long line of the roller coaster, with my lips faking a smile,

Marco stopped me from walking away, with his tall frame blocking me, then he laughed that makes him look like a child with a free heart.

"Oh no, Hana, you're not going anywhere," Marco shook his head smiling , reaching out for my waist with me wearing a shirt dress that matches his blue denim pants,

I smiled back to him giggling, pushing him away in a bit,

"No! I don't want to," I squealed, laughing my heart out, when Marco carried me in his arms, striding his way back in the line, with people gawking at us, some are in awe of us some just glance,

Marco dropped me on my feet gently, with him kissing my nose tips,

"You either ride that, or I'll ride you, baby." He giggled, and I did too, with his hands massaging my waist.

So this is a date,

soft, genuine, care-free.

As if you could do anything you want,

With someone you want to do it with.

The sound of the ride hissing, and the people in it started screaming in excitement, and fear, with adrenaline rushing in,

"It looks. . . Fun." I spaced out watching the roller coaster go up and down. With Marco holding my hands watching in amusement,

The line moved every passing minute so is my heart from anxiousness,

but Marco. .

Marco never lets me betray my negative feelings,

Everytime I felt anxious, confused and lost,

He is there, watching me, easing me,

And now he's telling me a joke and all I did was laugh out loud every pick up lines and stories he told me,

And when it's our turn to ride the roller coaster,

I wasn't afraid anymore,

Because I have entrusted my feelings with someone who lifted me up from a scaredy-cat I was,

As we sat on the tight seat, with a seatbelt on, I laughed heartily my heart thumping, sending me an excitement feeling all over my body,

Marco leaned on my ear and whispered, "Raise your hands when we're going down, okay?" He then sat properly and fasten his own seatbelt,

I gave him a funny look and fasten my own seatbelt as the count down began,

"What for?" I scoffed, making fun of his pumped up facial expressions.

The roller coaster began to move faster as the last count down sounded, the people in it started squealing and screaming, my eyes were never leaving Marco's as he gave me a good look of handsome features,

"Because it's fun, that's why!"

He yelled as the ride go down, my eyes widened my stomach was being pulled inside but it's ticklish enough for me to smile and raise my hands in this extremely, unique yet satisfying feeling.

I never felt so alive

Alive than ever.

Jones 's Point of View

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Early in the morning, I heard someone's knocking on the door, my eyes opened immediately,

My sleep was shallow enough, when my mind was filled with misfortune,

Something that keeps a person awake entirely with his emotions running wild,

Yes, that knocking really irritates me, It disturbed me even if I know that I wasn't sleeping and haven't been sleeping ever since I came here in this country, 

The person behind the door kept on knocking and calling out to me by 'monsieur',

I tried to close my eyes again, hoping that I could sleep in that noise, or he could leave me be, but he didn't.

"Who is it?!" I shouted out of irritation, my face curled into a mean look, as I got off the bed wearing my white sleeves on,

The f**k is taking too long.

"I said who is it, goddamn it!" 

I almost screamed as I buttoned my sleeves, getting annoyed in every simple thing, because of the insomnia.

"It's Luire, Sir, I have all the information is with me." Luire spoke with utmost respect behind the door,

My eyebrows furrowed and thought about what he said for a minute,

My eyes widened from my sleepless night, as I stride my legs on the door and open it,

"Come in." I welcomed him in a bit, but the way he looked at me bothers me, as if he pittied my pale and sleepless face,

I motion him to follow me in the living room, he then placed the documents that are compiled in a folder on the small table by the couch,

"It's finished, Monsieur." He bowed down infront of me as soon as I got to sit on the couch with a glass of rum by my hand,

"Very well, job well done, my friend."

My eyes glued on the folders, my lips forming a smirk,

I am now near in my victory,

I parted his shoulder and took a sip from my glass,

"And the other one?" I asked, wincing from the mildness of the rum that meets my empty stomach early in the morning,

Luire nodded and opened the folder, the first thing I saw fascinates my eyes,

I scoffed with laughter flashing on my lips,

"You may leave now, " I gave Luire a huge amount of money, but his eyes hesitated to even accept the money I am giving,

"You deserve it, Luire. Take it."

I hardened my voice and he took it, he did a curtsey for the last time , then left me alone with this complete papers infront of me.

I took a closer look at the pictures on the table,

Seeing a young girl at her younger age, with brown hair, beautiful round eyes, fair skin.

If having a sleepless nights gave you a hard time remembering,

This time, I remembered a fragment of the past, a memory,

That I so long wanted to be forgotten but now it's coming back to life.

I sat down with my back sinking on the couch, as my heart and body heavied,

But my soul trembles,

It's Hana, 

It's a younger picture of Hana.

The same girl I held on my arms back in the orphanage,

The only real and true friend I have ever encountered.

All these years, I thought she was dead,

But little did I know, the truth is just under my nose.

I swiftly turned the pages scattering the pictures on the table one by one, with the information on where Hana came from,

Then my heart sank horribly, 

So horribly that I wanted to screech in pain and grief,

Hana is a prostitute.

From a helpless foster to a so-called filthy prostitute.

"f*****g shit." I hissed, with both hands clenching my forehead,

I couldn't believed that she had to go through that without me knowing.

Nor saving her from that of an awful life.

I swallowed my guilt and continued turning the pages with my wounded hand trembling from pain and anxious.

My eyes trailed on the black ink,

"Purchased by a manager who owned a bar. an exotic one."

I read what the paper has to say, and it has pictures of the location and information of what is like inside of it,

Then my head turned on the photo of Marco and Hana being together just recently,

In an amusement park, and in a one rental house,

My lips curled into a thin line, breathing excessively,

I didn't saw that coming.

If Hana came from the bar, and suddenly dated Marco, then there's a missing link,

It's impossible for them to be together like that in a snap, and Marco won't be picking up girls from a bar,

Unless for a certain reason to escape his marriage that is dragging him down,

Not a very smart move, Marco.

But this is a death trap for you.

I hissed in laughter,

How stupid of him, to put his self in that situation,

Renting a what?

A prostitute? And what? Treat her like a prostitute?

You're a mess, Marco.

She's my friend, a person, for you to treat her like an object for satisfaction.

This will be your downfall, Marco.

She will.

Repeating what your father had done, 

And in the end you'll suffer from it, and think a way for a disposal,

Only there's no such thing as a 'good and proper' disposal,

I chuckled shaking my head in dismay,

You'll be in a tight position.

And you won't like it.

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