"I'LL PICK you up tomorrow." His voice directly behind me, radiates through me.
I swallowed and blinked emphatically. I couldn't even answer. I was not even able to open the door and remained tight on the doorknob.
"You don't have to, I'll just take a taxi." Eventually I got to say.
I turn the door handle to open, but he extend his hand to pushed the door close.
"I insist, I'll pick you up as Alessandra said." His breath producing a soft sound on my ears.
He's so close behind me, I can't even make a move. I gripped the door handle much tighter.
At any time, I feel like I want to give up and tell him not to leave and he's just stay here with me. But it is the happy image of Alessandra that struggles to control my conscience. She didn’t know anything, we were just constant victims.
I let out a violent breath as I let go of the doorhandle and had the courage to face him.
"I can do it myself, I can even use my car," I lifted up my chin, to show that I had made a decision. This is not the right time for me to send my emotions.
His eyes lowered slightly, exerting more strength at the door. "I said, I will pick you up tomorrow morning," he said in baritone voice.
My lips hitched with disgust, "You just choose to pick me up because Alessandra said so?"
"What do you mean?" His eyes flashed with amusement.
I couldn't help but gasped. He just bowed even more so that our eyes would line up.
"Your wife–" I couldn't continue what I was supposed to say because of his critical look.
"What about her?" he softly asked and remained calm in front of me.
"You love her so you need follow everything she wants even if you don't want to..." I whispered, ignoring the hurt that sliced inside me, even myself didn't notice my tone had a hint of jealousy.
"Tell me what I don't like about what she ordered?" His mouth twisted, before smiling nonchalantly.
I bit my bottom lip, not knowing what to say so I chose to avert my gaze.
"Tell me, Meredith." He commanded. The amusement in his eyes seemed to brighten, it remained in front of me while one hand still held the door.
"It's getting late, maybe it's good if you go home, I disturbed your time too much," I said with my shaking voice.
I gathered the strength to step my feet away from the door but I leaned even harder on it when he raised one hand to lock me up eventually.
"I will do that later," he said with a soft tone voice.
I stiffen my spine, even my knees are tremble. I don’t understand why we ended up like this. This cannot be done. He is married, even though I am his real wife it is still not right because I am still strangers in front of him.
I couldn’t help but meet his gaze. His pitch-black eyes shiver in my spine.
"Please, Gabriel, go home. " I bravely untied his arm so I could get out of him, but he pushed me aggressively at the door.
"Why is it so hard to stay away from you?" he whispered, his face flushed a deep shade of red, seemingly unacceptable to what was said.
I blink in the odd response. I pursed my lips tightly. It seems that my brain still can't absorb what he said.
"Are you fûcking seducing me?!" he accused with indignant tone of voice.
My knees were shaking, I didn’t expect that to come out of his mouth. I never thought to do this to him.
"I have no intentions of seducing you!" Panic flashed across my eyes. I adjusted when we thought he would release me but it came even closer to me.
"It's not the job of a sensible woman to let a man into her house even though she's the only one here?" His words pierce my heart much like lighting on a pitch dark night.
My lashes fall down, I feel the weakness of my knees, he lowered his head down and looked straight into my eyes.
"Are you trying to play with me?" he asked confidently, "Or you wanted to be in my bed?" His lips twisted a bit.
"What?!" Heat rushes over my body. I pushed him with all my might, but I couldn’t even map him backwards. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. I felt like I was being attacked by thunder and flames.
"Is that how you think of me?!" I shot him a disgusted glance.
"What if I say yes?" His voice held no emotions, no signs of remorse.
I slap him hard on the face. His cheek turns red immediately, fierce gazed seemed as if they were trying to tear me apart.
"What exactly does that mean?" His voice was laced with sarcasm, he didn't seem to bear the force of my slap, he still locked me behind the door.
The aching pain grew stronger by the moment. I said nothing, my lips almost bled from my hard bite on it.
"Is that your way of seducing me?" His pupil flashed with a trace of slight anticipation.
Surrender the eyes I looked down. I wanted to get mad at him and scold him for everything, but I couldn’t. I'm afraid of what might happen.
I shook my head, No, he wasn't Hezekiah. He wasn't the person I loved before. I couldn't recognize him anymore, the man I used to know was gone.
I have no choice now but to go with the flow, drift wherever it takes me.
I raised my head in an alluring manner and a bit of coquette.
"Men always like new things, they will not be loyal to only one woman." a sweet, lovely voice spilled into my mouth.
Obviously he stunned by what I said. His expression turned gloomy as he took a deep breath.
"I'd hope you referring that to your husband, Instead mine." A smirked grew over his face.
Each word seemingly cutting me deeper. I was the one who couldn't speak because of what he said. My knees trembling violently, two hand digging into a fist, leaving my eyes red.
"My husband is not like that," I said defensively, I was agitated by my heart. If earlier I was ready to stand by what I said, now I was like a paper that is slowly folded.
"If so, where is he? He should be here with you..." His voice rough and low rumble.
My lips quivered. Emotions flashed across my face. Even if I stop, my tears will continue to flow.
He leans back and look at me for a second...
"Fuck!" He curse, hand goes to my jaw, and he drags my gaze to his.
My back flattened against the door and lowered my head down defeatedly and I held hostage by his gaze. Those who were staring at me were full of questions.
I heard the tension of his jaw as my two cheeks sank, He let out another violent sigh before gently wiping away my tears.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything." His voice now softened and comforting.
I bit my bottom lip and looked away, I couldn't bear his presence any longer. Even more so his hot breath hitting my cheek.
"I'm sorry, If I scared you away?" he said gently, caressing my both cheek.
"Please leave me alone," full of emotion I said. I bravely grabbed both of his hands to remove it from me.
Instantly the icy coldness arose in my heart when we finally break even.
He stood still for a second, I hesitantly looked up at him. The swirls of emotions I saw there, made me gasp.
Before I could ponder about it further, he yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. It was very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchange in.
My knees seem to be tender. Damn, my entire body had been taken over by the overwhelming feeling of desire. I moved my hand to the back of his head, apparently that's where I gained strength.
He lowered himself to deepen the kiss, I feel his hands settle on my waist and lingering there.
I moan, a low and sexy sound... And suddenly he drew away, and I am breathing hard. I splayed my hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead I left it there. His breathing quickened as I did.
"Meredith..." he whispered, forehead rested on mine. I shut my eyes with anticipation.
My heart seemed to explode at any moment, I couldn't breathe properly. I know it's wrong, but my heart says I'm right.
Hezekiah... I whispered silently.
"I am at my limit..." he huskily said, before I was kissed again, I was about to surrender myself everything to him, to my husband, but the successive ringing of his cellphone aroused both of us.
"Alessandra is calling!" he exclaimed.