Chapter 43
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'What?'
I felt the dreadful feeling wash over me as I rubbed my thumb over the symbol hoping that by doing that it would vanish somehow. I felt myself breaking out in cold sweat when I saw that it was still there and raised up my arm swinging left, right, back and front; praying that at least one bar would appear.
I cursed, grabbed the giant bear and threw it on the bed; stepping on it with my arm still raised up.
"Come on, come on." I grunted biting on my bottom lip, my arm so stretched out that I could feel the strain of it and like a ballerina I stood on my toes to elongate my height. But to no avail, the bars still didn't appear.
Dejectedly I slumped down, my knees landing back on the soft king-sized bed. I groaned loudly, pressing the palms of my hands against my face, slouching over.
"How the fuck isn't there any signal here!?" I yelled but not loud enough for Mr. Moore to hear me.
'Am I in some type of underground dungeon or something!?' I pulled down on my eyelids in frustration.
"Is everything all right in there?"
I jolted in surprise at the baritone voice that came from behind the door.
"Y-Yeah I am good!" I answered as I was floundering around putting the phone back in to the plushie toy.
The door was swung wide open and Mr. Moore strides inside, scanning the room before his gaze landed on me. "What were you doing?" He asked his voice laced in suspicion.
"Hugging Mr. Teddy." I shrugged as I pressed the giant bear against my chest.
His brow raised. "On the bed?" He questioned as he crossed his arms in front of his broad chest.
I rose my eyebrows giving him a questionable look. "Does it matter where I hug it?"
"Not really, but you were unusual quiet." He said with an indifferent expression. "And let's not forget that you said that you would be back in a "jiffy"." He continued emphasizing the word jiffy making a quoting sign around it with his fingers.
My heart skipped a beat worried that he was getting on to me. "I just wanted to cuddle with it on the bed. What's so wrong with it?"
He gave me a pensive look and his lips started to twitch, forming into a grin; his eyes twinkling with mischievousness sending a shiver down my spine.
"Oh baby." He started, putting his hands beside me as he leaned on the bed caging me in between them. He hunched for over so that his face was close to mine. "There's nothing wrong with cuddling on bed." He took teddy from my hold, gave it an annoyed look and threw it aside as he puts his knee on the edge of the bed.
"Hey-!" I was about to berate him for treating my buddy harshly, but was swiftly rendered speechless as he pushed me into the bed. He was now hovering above me; his normal blue eyes took a darker shade never breaking eye contact with mine. He trailed with his fingers down my neck. I took in a sharp breath, feeling my heart being catapulted out of my ribcage. "What's wrong is that your cuddling something which is not me." He purred his already low voice becoming even an octave lower.
"Get off me." I gritted, pushing at his chest but he won't budge.
"But you wanted to cuddle, right?" He crooned sickly and starts to attack the crook of my neck with butterfly kisses.
I tried to wriggle away but he held me down at my shoulders going even harder at my neck earning few moans from me.
He growled, pleased at my reaction. "That's it baby moan for me." He nibbled a little at my jaw and I yelped.
"S-Stop this Mr. Moore." I breathed out, my breath shuddered at his heated touch.
He growls irritated and paused his assaults on my neck. His smoldering eyes met mine. The lower part of my body started to react in a certain, a way that I don't condone!
"Call me Mark." He commanded.
"W-What?" I stuttered.
He raised up a little bit and stroked my lips with his thumb. "I want to hear my name from these kissable lips of yours." He whispered lowly, his voice on the border of want and dominance.
I glowered at him trying to conceal the combusted feeling that's happening in the depths of my core. "But Mr. Moor is your name." I said smugly, my grin very apparent.
He glowered and bit my neck. "Ouch! That hurts you fucking asshole!" I yelled
"Don't get smart with me kitten." He warned and sucked hard on the same place where he had sunken his teeth in. I started to trash around not able to handle this foreign pleasure anymore. "Please stop." I whimpered.
"Call me Mark and I will." His voice sounded husky and gruff. He slipped his hands under my blouse, his heated hand caressing my skin.
I yelped flustered and he groans. "Your skin is so soft, baby girl." His voice sounded restrained and I felt the panic in me rise worried as his hands slowly inched upwards.
"M-Mark, please stop!" My voice came out like a shuddering breath. His attacks on my body immediately ceased and he retracted his hands holding them up giving me a smug grin.
"Good girl." He said with a triumph expression as he helped me up from the bed.
I gave him a heated glare. "Fucking misogyny-arrogant-bastard." I grumbled lowly.
He rose his eyebrows, looking at me with a never fading grin. "You want another go at it?" He asked.
"No." I answered curtly, but my body was still affected by his touch. My lower abdomen was craving and crying for a continuation. I felt so frustrated for the carnal desires that I have for him, but I couldn't let this bastard have his way with me.
I tried to walk, but my legs felt like jelly. I was scared that one more step would lead me to stumble and my dampened panties that I felt every time I clenched my tight didn't lighten the situation.
The man who caused my body's current state chuckled. "You need help?" He asked, but his voice came out seductive giving his question a different meaning. Blood started to pool into my cheeks.
"No, I don't need your help." I sneered defiant.
'I needed a shower.' I thought and now that I think about it I had slept for more than 24 hours and since I had woken up I hadn't taken a shower let alone brushed my teeth. I must have a foul odor by now.
I felt shame well up in me at the thought that Mark had smelled that.
Regaining my posture I eyed at him warily. "Can I use the shower?"
His smug expression was morphed in to a discontent frown, but it was soon turned upward. His gleeful smile returned and his eyes were gleaming with an unspoken plan.
"Of course you can it use. It's ours remember?"
His sudden change in behavior made me feel uneasy, although not uneasy enough to not want to freshen up and wash the icky-ness off me. Good God I feel genuinely gross. I mean I can skip one day of taking a shower, but to skip brushing my teeth? Hell no. I can feel the grimness on my teeth every time I slide my tongue across of it, not a nice feeling.
I kept my eyes on Mark as I slowly shuffled towards the door, making sure that he doesn't do anything else.
Bemused at my weird movement he let out a chuckle. "Why are you staring at me? Do you perhaps want me to join you?" He said wiggling his brows.
I scoffed, giving him an eye roll. "You wish! Only in your dreams."
He slowly stalked towards me predatory. "We can make that wish and dream come true right now." He said in a jokingly manner, but his eyes were serious.
"No. Thanks." I said quickly and skedaddled out of there with my face bright red.
