Chapter 4: Forgotten

"Bastard!" Fiona shook off her hand with all her might but Leonard just laughed because it didn't work. Instead, he kissed Fiona's cheek.

"It's useless, it seems you really forgot." Leonard raised an eyebrow, not caring about Fiona who had been holding back her emotional breath. How dare he even kiss on the cheek? Is that how he treated a girl? Like items that are casually touched without permission? Then Fiona realized her own stupidity, if she hadn't been drunk last night, she shouldn't have had an argument with this perverted guy. It’s all her own fault.

Leonard came closer again, one hand reached into Fiona's back trouser pocket, then with an agile movement, he took out his own cell phone. Fiona flinched slightly but didn't say anything as he just took the damn thing.

"Give me your cell phone," Leonard said, holding out his hand, begging.

Fiona frowned in disgust, "What? What are you going to do?"

"Do you want to give it to me or I will take it by myself?" Leonard was about to take another step toward Fiona, but she quickly backed away and clucked.

"Don't you dare—"

"Then give me your phone.”

Maybe this is the stupidest thing she will do in her whole life besides getting drunk carelessly. Actually, it was fortunate that last night the one she chatted with at the bar was this guy. But as lucky as Fiona was, she never felt lucky.

"I started counting on. One—"

Fiona chuckled, she stared at the guy glaring. "You’re not—"

"Two—" Leonard kept counting.

"If you don't give it to me, I can easily carry you up on my desk to replay what happened last night and—"

"You bastard. Here! Take it!" Fiona was disgusted to hear him talk about last night's events all the time. For the sake of stopping him, she couldn't help but thrust her cell phone at the guy. Predictably, he must have put his phone number on Fiona’s.

"Done," Leonard said cheerfully while returning Fiona's cell phone, "Starting from today, I want us to see each other more often, I want you to come over to my house once in a while to accompany me to work and maybe we keep going on dates every day, right? Actually, my mom set some crazy brothel for me but I don’t even agree with it. With your existence maybe she can understand that I already have my own girlfriend. Hmm at least—you will," Leonard explored his gaze around Fiona's body, "as you dress up a little."

"That’s crazy. I don’t even care!" Fiona brushed off Leonard's ridiculous remark and was about to turn around, but her movement was stopped when her waist was pulled closer. Leonard stared at her closely, Fiona could feel the boy's warm breath from this close. Because Leonard was taller, he looked down slightly at Fiona, who was only shoulder-length.

The guy smiled a little then whispered, "You don't want me to carry you on my desk, do you?"

"Let go!"

"Then you have to pay back for what we did last night."

"What?" Fiona exclaimed impatiently. She was annoyed, this guy just likes to play with Fiona. Stupid, really stupid. If only she remembered what she did when she was drunk besides making love in bed, otherwise she would have been able to fight back a bit.

"Maybe I can remind you a little..."

Before he finished speaking, Leonard rushed to Fiona's lips quickly, pulling her together with her tiny body into his arms. Fiona held her breath, glaring in surprise. Because of the sudden movement, her cell phone fell, she groaned a little, at a glance there was an incoming call. But she couldn't move, Leonard carried her without breaking the kiss. Fiona's hands clenched, trying to break free, but Leonard's grip on her hips had all of her movement. Unable to avoid it, Leonard's kiss continued to wrestle on her lips. Forcing Fiona to vaguely replay last night's events in her mind.

The breaths of the two of them were conflicted, soft touches traced around her body, hot wrestling in a tangle of pleasure. Leonard led the kiss so that he continued to lead Fiona into consciousness. Slowly, Leonard's tongue made its way into Fiona's open mouth. Their breaths collided, the kiss was like an alcohol whose effects never ended. Leonard's lips went down to her neck, suppressing every desire of hers in Fiona's memory, smelling the scent of berries and tickling her skin. Trying to reach her memories, Fiona sighed softly, her chest began to call out, and she straightened up while clutching Leonard's head that controlled her neck, starting to enjoy being fondled all the time. Slowly, last night's events repeated themselves, leading Leonard to have Fiona more and more in this awareness.

Fiona's body was lifted onto the work table, and the guy opened Fiona's flannel shirt and took it off while fondling Fiona's chest which was protruding tight in her bra. Fiona pressed Leonard's head shut while enjoying the trail of heat, pressing her out of consciousness. Leonard's fingers slipped behind her buttocks, squeezing it passionately, pulling Fiona's body closer, urging Fiona's breasts to be cradled. Fiona tried to remember, but Leonard's passion erased last night's memory and made the kiss more passionate. Keep forgetting Fiona's true purpose.

"I'm totally making you crazy, right?" Leonard asked breathlessly between kisses. Fiona opened her eyes, waking up amidst the trembling traces of her body heat. She was already drowning in the guy's pleasure. Realizing that her body was in Leonard's arms, her breasts were still wrapped in her bra, the guy's hands tightly embraced Fiona's waist, Fiona hastily threw herself away but the guy didn't allow her. Damn it, Fiona muttered. She's stuck. Really stuck. How easily could she fall for a guy who was present twice with her? She kept cursing the stupidity.

"Let go of me," Fiona begged hoarsely and softly, reaching for consciousness. Leonard's burly arms held her tightly, refusing her request.

Leonard's smiling eyes formed an eye smile, giving another sting when he pushed Fiona's head forward and caressed the guy gently. Strange, the sting seemed to tease her, but Leonard spoke again.

"Tomorrow night, I'll pick you up at home. The day after tomorrow, I want us to plan a reception."

Fiona's eyes widened, and she screamed, "Huh?! Are you crazy!?"

But Leonard's face didn't seem to care, he instead continued to sniff Fiona's body, "Didn't you hear that my mother wants to make a stupid betrothal? I want you to return my favor by becoming my future wife."

Ridiculous, Fiona found herself staring at the guy who was now even lower than her as she sat on the table with a disgusted look.

"Besides, don't you really need inspiration to write?"

That sentence made Fiona blink in surprise, she tried to stay away from this guy, but Leonard's strong arms kept tightening her grip.

The guy smiled sweetly, "Isn't that why you've been drunk lately? You're stressed because you can't find inspiration. So yeah, you end up fucking up, depressed."

Unknowingly, Fiona was furious. She hated being explained like that because Leonard was right. This is why she often goes to bars to get drunk, trying to reach consciousness is the key for her to write, but the reality that she can only enjoy is a very light feeling of unconsciousness in her body. And Fiona realized that instead of finding inspiration, she developed bad habits.

"I've been watching you since you first came to that bar. You went out with a young guy, and I followed you home. I met you the following week, and I followed you again to make sure you were a virgin."

Fiona pushed Leonard away with all her might, but that only closed the distance because Leonard locked her entire tiny body in the boy's arms.

"That's why, last night I deliberately approached you. I deliberately became the guy who took you home. For the sake of making sure..." Leonard leaned forward and whispered, "You belong to me."

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