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

up, she simply turned towards him and somberly responded," I don't... I just don't.... But do I have a choice?" she stammered helplessly.

Brian smiled. "Good girl."

her face too; a far more bitter and ironic one. Gradually it got brighter. Maybe she had suffered so much pain and misery that she could no longer cry and a

cold current made the entire world look bleak and desolate.

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

as if her

that fell around her forehead and, surprisingly, his indifferent face was slowly melting into

when she had passed out with her intense emotions. How adorably poor she had seemed then! Slowly, a hint of tenderness and warmth took over his cold look as he smiled

state, she managed to glare at him with those clear, beautiful eyes like a little girl who was too

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

Hope we will have a

excitement and shrewdness, much like the eyes of an eagle that had a prey

*

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 numerous glass beads as they threw

of solitude. He picked up the phone.

reported in her cold, sexy voice. "Should

think so," he