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Elle's POV
"So you’re periods are over right?” Noah stood behind the closet peeking through it.
“I already said they are!! Jeez why are you asking such embarrassing questions?”
“So you won’t throw things at me now?”
“I won’t.”
I sighed as he stepped out ,“You sure?”
I glared at him.
“Ok. Sorry.” He said and then whispered, “Women are so scary on their periods.”
“And where’s Demian?”
I haven’t seem him since that day.
“Demian?” Noah raised his brow at me then shrugged.
“Yeah he told me to stop calling him Ani.”
Noah sighed, “I see. Well shouldn’t you get going? You were going to see someone to get rejected.”
“What the hell is wrong with you! I’m not going to get rejected!!” I picked up the thumb pin box that was on the table next to me and threw it at him.
Of course he dodged that easily, “The heck! You said your periods ended!!”
“Arrrggghhh! You’re such a big jerk!!” I picked up the bottle this time and was about to throw it at him when he ran out.
God! What is wrong with this guy?!
Calming myself I got ready, it was Sunday and I had to meet Zack.
I had to give him my answer.
As I walked in the mansion I realized how empty it was, no servant came in today. Odd?
Demian’s car was parked but I didn’t see him either and suddenly Noah was out of sight too.
Well I shouldn’t bother myself with that.
“Hey Zack.” I waved at him as I entered the cafe.
“Hey! I didn’t think you’d come.”
“Well I thought I should give you a proper answer.”
He sat down on the chair in front of me, “You’re just the type of girl I’d thought you’d be.” He smiled.
Oh?
His smile is so sweet.
“What kind of girl?” I asked.
“The sweet loyal ones. Who you just can't help but adore.”
His words are so sweet I think I might just change my mind.
“Umm Zack?”
“Wait. Don’t answer me.”
“What? Why?”
“Spend a day with me at least. Like a proper date then give me your answer.”
“But don’t you have to work?”
“I can skip for you.” He grinned.
Skip? For me..?
“I’ll be right back.”
He then ran to the back of the store and came out 5 minutes later, grabbing my hand he pulled me with him.
“Where do you wanna go?”
At seven we both walked leisurely while we talked on the street.
“So?” Zack stopped in his path, “You can give me your answer now.”
I took a deep breath, no doubt I had fun. He supported me through everything and he really seems like a nice person.
!!!!
Suddenly the image of Demian flashed before my eyes.
I shook my head.
What am I thinking??!!
“Okay Zack so I really enjoyed my day with you and I think I want t----”
“Hey look who’s here ~” A voice interrupted my answer and we both looked at the owner of the voice.
“Mark!??” We both said simultaneously.
I turned my head towards Zack ,“You know him?”
“Well yea, he’s my cousin. But how do you know him?”
“Well yeah Zackie here is like my brother.” Mark threw his arm around Zack who got a bit startled, “And this girl here.” Mark pointed at me, “Is my ex.”
Zack’s expressions turned pale, “You’re his ex??! You dated him??!”
“I- aa- What does that have to do with anything?”
“Everything baby.” Mark smirked at me as Zack shook his head, pursed his lips, took off Mark’s arm and turned to leave.
“Whoops looks like you’ve been rejected babe.” He whistled.
“Yeah.... Looks like that....”
Mark turned to me, ” You still have me.”
I turned to leave ignoring him but then he grabbed my wrist, turned me around and pinned me to the wall, “I know you still like me.”
I pushed him away or at least I tried. Why the f**k are men so strong? He didn't budge from his place.
“I would never have any feelings for a cheating bastard.” I spat on his face.
He snickered, turning angry he crashed his lips with mine.
“Mmmnnnn.” I tried resisting but his grip was too strong.
Tears started dripping down my eyes.
As he broke the kiss to look at me he was shocked for a moment and taking advantage of that moment I broke free of his grip, slapping him hard across his face.
Then, I ran away.
The mansion was still quite as I entered the place, still crying.
I didn’t turn on the lights and started walking towards the stairs.
As I took a few steps the lights turned on on their own.
“Why are you crying?”
I turned around to see Demian wiping the blood on his face and hands with a towel. His expressions cold as ice and his gaze terrifyingly cold. He scanned me from head to toe for any injuries but when he found none his gaze landed on face again.
Throwing the towel away on the chair to his left he repeated the question.
"Why are you crying?"
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