Deal With The Devil - S01 E18

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Deal With The Devil - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

❝A kiss to remember❞

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Shock travel through my whole body as his lips are on mine. I stare at him with widen eyes and my heart beating like a maniac in my chest. For a moment I don't do anything until slowly my eyes begin to close and I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in. He dominates my tongue and explores every inch of my mouth. A soft and accidental moan escapes from my throat, which makes him push me against the counter and press his body against me, hard. His hands are holding my waist and my lower back.

Slowly my hands travel to the back of his neck and my fingers play with his hair, brining his face even closer to mine and his lips closer to mine. His lips are soft but rough, like the kiss itself. He's possessive and hard but still soft and passionate. The kiss is wonderful but reality is quick to turn its light bulb in my head and I break the kiss and slowly my eyes begin to open again and look deep into his eyes. Lust and desire is all I see in his eyes.

He backs away from me and let's go of me, leaving with the longing to have his touch once again. "A mistake that will never happen again" He mutters when he turns around and walks out of the kitchen. Leaving me alone in the darkness with salty tears forming in my eyes and swollen lips, heartache and sadness, and a chill running through my whole body from the cold air that flows through the window in the kitchen. Also confusion running inside my head and a pain in my body that is not physically but it hurts like it is.

This is the first kiss that we've shared. He did not even kiss me at the wedding. Somehow we have come so far yet so little since that day. He is acting a little more caring to me than he did at the wedding day, or maybe that is all in my head. Maybe I'm just too crazy to notice that he's still acting the same, cruel and mean to me. Treating me like I'm a slave, perhaps I am a slave. I know for a fact that there is one thing I'm not, I'm not his wife.

A wife does not mean being treated this way, a wife is supposed to be treated the right way and be happy. I know that my mom has always been happy, as far as I'm concerned she is. Well, not she's even more happier now that they have endless money coming their way. This is all I am. A trade. Nothing more. He doesn't care about me at all. Why did that thought even appear in my mind in the first place, I should've shot it out of my head the moment it entered and I'm generally surprised that it even entered my mind.

With fresh hot tears running down my cheeks I go to the bathroom and sit down, leaning against the cold wall near the shower. It's a nice bathroom but that is the last thing on my mind. All that is running through my head is how he does not care and yet I feel myself falling for him. I don't understand how. I can't understand the feelings. One moment he's playing chess with me and the next he's taking me to Paris only to kiss some random girl to then kiss me. He's only using me.

That much is clear. He does not care for me. Saying it over and over again in my, drilling it for me to understand that he doesn't care. He's only playing me. The only reason he took me to Paris was so that the whole world could see that he has a wife or whatever, he just wants to show me like if I were inside a glass box in a museum. But, Sebastian King does not care at all and I'm pretty sure the rest of the world doesn't care either. I'm nothing to him and nothing to them.

I let the tears just come down my cheeks but I try my best to hold in all the sobs. I don't need him to hear me cry. Thinking that I'm weak, I don't need that. The darkness in the bathroom doesn't bother me that much and the tiredness that has taken over my body is slowly wanting to take control and just allow me to rest. But my head still thinks about that kiss and how cruel he is to me and how he doesn't care at all. The kiss repeats over and over again in my mind, trying desperately to find the source of where everything had gone wrong.

With my back against the wall, I lean my head against it and stare up at the ceiling. I can't see much from both the darkness and the blurriness in my eyes and neither did I care. My heart is shattering inside of me and there is nothing that I can do to stop this pain. There is no one I can turn to and there is nothing that I can do. I'm all alone. Alone and lost. The tears don't stop and the pounding headache due to crying so much has taken its hold on my brain.

The numb feeling in my body forces my eyes to close themselves and through the silent sobs that escape my mouth I force my body to lie down to the cold stone hard floor of the bathroom. With the tears softly running down from my eyes and landing on the ground the darkness is all I'm met with and it swallows me whole. But at last my body finds sleep even when my heart body and soul are in too much pain for me, I am still able to find comfort in deep slumber.