"Huh?" Brianna thought he was to blame her. It was a question she didn't expect at all. "I, I don't know. I can't remember."
"Tell me the truth," Scott said calmly and genuinely.
Brianna pouted her lips and refused to answer.
Scott pinched her chin and said, "You are jealous, aren't you?"
"No. I know what I am to you. There's no point to..." Brianna was shocked by his question, but she denied it instantly.
"Tell me why. Why are you jealous of her?" He went on.
Brianna wanted to escape from his gaze and from his questioning, but she couldn't. She wanted to deny it again, but tears filled her eyes again despite herself. "I... She's the one you love. You can't forget her."
"True, but what has it got to do with you?" Scott pursued.
Brianna closed her eyes, and tears ran down her cheeks. "I just feel upset. Am I not allowed to be upset?"
"Why are you upset?" Scott was persistent.
"Why do I have to tell you why?"
"Because I asked," Scott said plainly.
"I...I... because... because even though you are cold and distant and sometimes even cruel and arrogant, you have also been nice to me and shown me affection! And, and I, I like it...I've developed feelings for you. I'm perhaps even falling in love with you!" To her own surprise, she said it. She told him how she truly felt.
Scott listened while watching her attentively. He smiled, and his face lit up.
There she is. She's finally spoken the truth. He thought, feeling content. My guess was right then. If she didn't have feelings for me, why would she follow me, and why would she cry then?
It hurt Brianna to see his content smile. "You are laughing at me, aren't you? Now that I've spilled my heart on you."
Scott winked at her cheekily and said, "Well, it's normal that you are falling in love with me. One has to be completely blind not to see how charming I am and fall in love."
Brianna rolled her eyes at him. I'm serious! Look how proud he is!
"I bet you have always been very gentle to her and spoiled her very much, not like how you treat me," Brianna muttered.
Without hesitation, Scott answered, "Of course, she's my angel. I would do anything for her."
"She's a lucky one," Brianna commented. Her heart ached.
"I was lucky to have her. I would have died long ago if it wasn't for her." Scott said casually.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You don't need to know."
"I see. I shall go back to my room. Good night." Brianna said and tried to get out of bed, but instead of letting her go, Scott turned around, pinned her down on the bed, and lay on top of her, holding both her hands.
"She's your everything and only love. I will never have any more expectations or hope that you will ever care for me. Please forget what I said just now." Brianna explained. "Can you please let me go back to my room?"
"You have admitted that you have feelings for me. Don't you want to be as close to me as you can?" Scott teased.
"It's meaningless. You will never love me anyway." Brianna couldn't bear to look him into his eyes. She closed her eyes, and tears ran down her cheeks. She wished she could hide her emotions.
Scott kissed the tears off her face and whispered to her ear, "Say it again. Tell me how you feel about me."
Brianna bit her lips and remained quiet.
He then kissed her ear and stroked it with his tongue. "Say it."
Brianna moaned despite herself, but she refused to say another word.
"No?" Scott looked at her, watching her cheeky and stubborn face for a bit, then kissed her other ear and slowly moved down her neck. "Say it." He requested it again.
Brianna moaned again and muttered, "No."
He then put his hand under her dress, stroked her thigh, and advanced up between the thighs to her most sensitive spot. Brianna kept her mouth shut, trying not to utter a sound despite the immense pleasure that filled her whole body and made her tremble.
"Say it! Or I will fuck you right now."
"I've already told you. Why do I have to say it again?" Brianna finally spoke.
"Because I want to hear it again," Scott demanded.
"I don't understand you at all."
"You don't need to. You only need to do what I say."
"Can't you just show me some respect once?"
"What has it got to do with respect? I want to hear you tell me how you feel about me again, so you say it. And if I want to hear it a hundred times, then you say it a hundred times."
"Don't you see how ridiculous you are? Why do you even care how I feel about you anyway?"
Brianna regretted a bit for having told him her true feelings as she felt unjust and pathetic that he didn't tell her what he thought in return. Shouldn't he at least say something?
"Just say it! Tell me how you feel about me again." Scott insisted.
"Do you enjoy torturing me so much? I've already told you how I feel, but what about you? Huh? How do you feel about me then? Can't you at least let me know what you think in return?" Brianna argued.
"Why should I tell you? Who do you think you are?"
Brianna pushed him hard and retorted, "Right! I don't deserve to know. I don't deserve anything from you because I'm nobody to you! Let go of me!"
"Say it. Say that you love me!" Scott demanded, more clearly this time.
"No!" Brianna pouted her lips and glared at him for a while. "I won't. I will never ever say it again unless I know how you feel about me! I don't want to be so pathetic and beg you to love me! Whatever you..."