Feelings and rejections
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Alice pov:
I broke off from the kiss and slapped Lucas hard, how dare you? “How dare you?” I yelled while breathing fast. “How dare you try to kiss me after sleeping with my stepsister on our anniversary night?”
He didn’t flinch. Instead, he chuckled.
“I never knew you were this sweet. Your lips are soft... full. I love them, Alice,” he said calmly, as if the slap hadn’t just happened.
I shoved him away feeling disgusted, but it was too late.
Because Macon had seen everything.
I rushed downstairs, my heart kept pounding and there was panic in every step that I took. He stood downstairs frozen in one place.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, but his eyes were locked on Lucas, cold and unreadable.
“Macon… I called his name before running to him for a hug. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. He forced me, he forced the kiss.”
“Forced you?” Macon pulled away. “What I saw didn’t look forced, Alice. It looked like you wanted it. If I hadn’t walked in, you would’ve kissed him back. Maybe even more.”
His voice cracked.
“Alice, just accept it. You still have feelings for Lucas. Please stop toying with mine.”
“Can we just leave this place?” I begged him while I grabbed his hand.
He didn’t say a word. We walked to his car in silence. The ride to his house was quiet, too torturously quiet. He refused to look at me, speak to me or even acknowledge my presence.
When we got to his place, he gave me a cup of coffee.
“Here.”
I took it while my hands were still shaking and sat on the couch. He looked strong, too strong for someone who’d had surgery hours ago. And this was why I was attracted to him.
“Do you still remember our plans?” he asked me unexpectedly. “Or do you want to cancel everything because of the lingering feelings you have for Lucas?”
I blinked at him. “I haven’t forgotten, Macon. I still have the meeting with Mr. Paul tomorrow.” And I don't have any feelings for Lucas.
He nodded stiffly. “Good. Then, Good night, Alice.”
His words cut through the air. He didn’t even wait for a response before disappearing into his room. My heart ached. My mind was spinning.
What am I doing?
Am I hurting him?
Am I falling for Lucas again?
I didn’t even notice Macon had returned until I felt the couch shift. “Alice?” His voice was soft.
“Yeah, Macon?”
“You were lost in thought. I called you a few times.”
“I thought you went to bed,” I replied, still surprised by his presence .
He didn’t give an answer to my question, so silence filled the space between us.
“I’m sorry, Macon,” I finally said. “I really am.”
He breathed out. “It’s fine Alice. I’ll deal with Lucas later. But I need the truth now,” and I need nothing but the truth from you.
He turned to face me, and his eyes were fierce. “Do you love me? Or have you just been using me to get over Lucas?”
I couldn’t speak. My heart kept beating against my chest, and my lips were shaking.
“You can’t say anything,” he whispered. “If you still love me, then prove it. Kiss me.”
His words hit me like a force on my gut.
“Macon…” I breathed. “There are other ways to show you how I feel towards you.” Why kissing?
“I know,” he said quietly. “But I choose this way. You’ve kept me in the dark too long, Alice. I’m tired.”
He paused. “It’s either this way, or I walk away forever.” I walk away from your life, battles, the twins. And go find life outside you.
I leaned in and kissed him. Slowly at first, then deeper. His hands cupped my face, and for a moment, it felt like this, like he was all I needed.
But flashes of Lucas kissing me earlier clouded my mind. They wouldn’t stop. Still, I held onto Macon. I needed him. I wanted to believe this was real.
The kiss deepened, and the room grew hotter. I began to unbuckle his shirt slowly, and when I was done, I tossed it aside.
His hands wander around my body gently, like he is trying to understand every inch of my curve. I held him tight while trying to feel his warmth, his strength.
He picked me up gently and carried me to the bed.
“Alice,” he whispered, gripping my waist, “I’m going to prove to you that I am better than Lucas,” he said as he undressed me slowly, trailing kisses down my chest until my n*****s hardened beneath his mouth.
I moaned into his kiss, and my fingers were digging into his back.
His hand slid between my thighs. The pleasure was overwhelming, I couldn’t hold back the sounds escaping my lips.
Just as he was about to slide into me—
BANG!
A loud knock vibrated the door. But Macon didn’t stop.
“Let it be,” he muttered. “Let’s finish what we started Alice.”
BANG!
BANG!
This time, a voice followed.
“Alice… I’m coming for you. You can’t escape this time.”
My heart froze.
I sat up, trembling. “Macon… who the hell is that? How do they know my name?”
“Are you setting me up?” I asked while my heart was beating against my chest.
He looked at me, confused. “What? Alice, I can never do that to you. I don’t know who it is. But I’ll check.”
He walked to the drawer, pulled out a gun.
My eyes widened. “Why do you even have a gun? Is it even legal?” I asked with fear in my voice.
“None of that should matter right now. What matters is me protecting you.”
He walked to the door with his heart pounding, his hand steady. He yanked it open and aimed the gun, only to find no one.
Just an envelope lying on the ground.
He picked it up and brought it to me.
“Let me see that,” I said, while I grabbed it with force.
I tore it open.
And what I saw took me by surprise: pictures of my babies tied to chairs, blindfolded and weak.
I inhaled, my knees buckling. I grabbed my phone and dialed Lucas’s number, but he didn't answer.
“Nina,” I whispered, shaking. “I knew she would be behind these pictures.”
“But Macon… how could Lucas let this happen?”
I stood up. “I need to see him now. Drive me to his place. Please.”
“Alice, this might be a trap.”
“I don’t care. Nina’s held hostage by my father. She’s the only suspect left. I have to make sure my twins are okay.”
He nodded and limped off to get dressed, but he was slow, like his healing process was slowing him down.
I couldn’t wait. I was impatient, what if my kids were in the wrong hands? My mind kept racing.
I quickly grabbed his keys and ran out the door.
I drove like a madwoman, breaking every speed limit, not caring what the law might say.
But the car stuttered... then stopped right in the middle of nowhere.
“What the hell?” I muttered before stepping out.
And then I saw it.
A familiar figure, walking toward me with a gun in his or her hand, I stopped breathing for some moment.
I didn’t know whether to run or fight.
But deep down, I was sure that this was the person who had my twins.
- Writer
