Love Began with the First Meeting

"You're going to pay for this someday!" A hoarse, infuriated voice left her throat and she gnashed her teeth. Were it not for her instincts, she would have fallen down as the hand that was stopping her falling was already frozen.

"Well... I'm looking forward to that day." With a quick, easy movement, Brian drew Molly closer and before she could react, violently thrust his lips against hers.

"Ummm..."

Was all she could muster as she resisted his move by locking her teeth together and pushed him on the chest. But however hard she tried, she felt that her strength was simply negligible as compared to Brian's

Who, ignoring her efforts, simply drew her even closer and started biting, sucking, and tasting her cold lips until finally, they both felt blood!

Molly was desperately trying to run away from this bloody confrontation, but she couldn't. She made another effort to push Brian away, and this time, he let her go.

A pale face, and her lips painted scarlet by her blood, made Brian smile.

It was humiliating. Molly couldn't bear it anymore and without a second thought, one of her hands went straight for Brian.

"Ahh!"

She cried out in pain as she fell down. Her dignity and pride were crushed.

Before she had reached Brian's cheeks, he had deftly blocked the blow with one hand and the resulting reaction had thrown her onto the ground.

a steely cold voice, as chilling as the wind

remarkable. Instead of picking herself up, she simply turned towards him and somberly responded," I don't... I just don't.... But do I have a choice?"

Brian smiled. "Good girl."

and ironic one. Gradually it got brighter. Maybe she had suffered so much pain and misery that she could no

the cold current made the entire world

on the bed; sleepy, dizzy, and murmuring unconsciously. She was sniffing slightly and her body, which was quivering from

in warming her up anymore, as if her panic

gently feeling the hair that fell around her forehead and, surprisingly, his indifferent face was slowly melting into

poor she had seemed then! Slowly, a hint of tenderness

panicked face amused him. Even in her frightened state, she managed to glare at him with those clear, beautiful eyes like a little girl who was too

lips where they caressed them as they shivered, as if comforting a baby. Molly seemed to have gotten through her nightmare into a

her forehead softly and whispered," Hope we will have a

now carried excitement and shrewdness, much like the eyes of an eagle that had a prey in its sight.

*

was relaxing on the couch in his room, his legs crossed comfortably. Holding a glass of wine in one hand, he gazed into the darkness outside the window. It was drizzling, and the raindrops looked like

interrupted his moment of solitude. He

her cold, sexy voice. "Should

don't think so," he responded coldly.