Chapter 32
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It would make sense if he just wanted to have something physical with me and seeing how there's a sofa bed in his office there is a high chance that he had been doing this with a lot of women.
I felt a pang in my heart at the possible that I may be one of the many women with whom he had fun with.
'Why do I keep feeling like this?'
He growls lowly and dipped his head into my neck inhaling and exhaling deeply, smelling me. "You smell so divine." He groans and started to assault my neck living a trail of butterfly kisses from my neck to my shoulder, sucking at the same time.
I whimpered. "Mr. Moore…"
He ceased his activity and stared back into my eyes. "I would be lying if I said that I don't want to make sweet love to you, right here and right now." His said huskily. "But I want more than that, I want a relationship." He concluded, brushing the tip of his nose against mine.
"But why?" I whispered.
He chuckled and kissed my neck again earning another whimper from me. "You can't tell me that you don't feel our connection, just look at how your body is reacting to me." He answered with a lustful grin.
My whole body was flushed against his and my breathing had been shallow for a while now. Every time he touches me something deep in my abdomen is getting ignited making my womb craving for something more.
He knows, he knows the effect that he has on me. I averted my eyes ashamed of the state that I am in right now.
"Don't get shy on me now." He grabs my hand and puts it on top of something hard. I looked to see what it was and my eyes widens. My hand has been laid on top of his bulge that was hidden away in his pants. "And this is what you do to me." He whispered in my ear, his voice walking on the thin line of want and restrain. "From the moment that I had laid my eyes on you I knew that I wanted you, needed you. I want you to be my woman."
He rested his forehead on to mine cupping my cheeks both of us letting out a shuddering breath. "God I want to kiss you so fucking bad." He groans out.
'Me too.' I thought. I never felt like this before. His voice puts calmness in me, his smell puts peacefulness in me and his touches puts the fire in me; an infinite fire that doesn't want to be extinguished.
And the unbelievable thirst that I'm experiencing in my womb can only be quenched if we became one.
I never felt like this before,
And it scares me.
I don't want to lose myself in this feeling, in this drug. If I don't watch out I may start to get addicted to it while losing my sanity in the process like that woman, my mom. She had lost her self when dad died, but she went totally of the road after meeting that monster.
I don't want to be like her, end up like her. Feeling like you need a man to survive.
And let's not forget my diligent stalker. He won't let this man live for even one day after this and I can't have that. It would break me…surely.
I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him slightly of me, shaking my head as I casted my eyes on the ground. "We can't do this Mr. Moore." I whispered.
He took my hand in his and brought it to his lips, giving it a pec. "Call me Mark and yes we can do this. You just have to give us a chance. Let's go on one date I'll show you that it will be worth it." He looked at me giving me a pleading look that made me hesitate my decision.
'Maybe I can tell him about Jack?'
But that thought was quickly thrown out of the window. There's no way he can beat a professional killer. No matter what I plan or where I go Jack knows. Telling Mr. Moore is like confirming his death sentence. I'll not risk that.
"I'm sorry Mr. Moore, but I am not ready to date yet. A lot of stuff has been happening in my life and I need time to sort them out." I tried to sound resolute, but I couldn't even look in his eyes scared that looking in them would cause my resolve to crumble in to pieces in a matter of seconds.
He pushed my chin up with his index finger trying to make me look at him, but I refused.
"We can work on them together. No matter what problems you have we can get through them together, trust me." His voice was full of warmth covering me up like a blanket.
I gave him a wobbly smile. "That's sweet, but it's still a no for me Mr. Moore." It took everything in me for my voice to sound stable.
Mr. Moore raked frustrated with his fingers through his hair letting out a sigh. He picked up my crutches from the ground, giving them back to me. "I understand." He whispered sad, his shoulders slumped with his hands in his pockets.
'I guess that's it.' I thought relieved but sad at the same time that he gave up.
"But I am not going to give up."
I blinked profusely, shocked. "What…?"
"If anything now that I have confessed to you I can openly court you." He grins revealing his pearly white teeth. "I don't know what's eating you up inside, but I'll make sure to destroy that." He stroked my cheek.
I felt flustered by his declaration. 'How can he be so stubborn?'
"Excuse me." He said and before I could react he carried me of the floor and brought me back to the sofa couch. I was too stunned to even blush or scream.
"Now rest." He commanded.
"But I have to go to work." I replied.
"Your job is relieving me of work stress by resting on this couch and gracing me with your presences." He said giving me a chaste kiss on my forehead as he left to go back to his desk; continue working on the documents.
"Ah…yes sir." I placed my hand on my forehead trying to extinguish the heat that he had left on me; blushing profusely.
'Please give me the strength to keep refusing this man God.' I prayed as my eyes were glued on the only man that's able to set my core on fire.
