Chapter 34 The Forced Kiss

• Chapter 34 The Forced Kiss Beckham hissed because of the pain inflicted on his lower lip by Susan’s biting. Opening his eyes, knitting his brows in displeasure. Arched his head back detaching his bitten and swollen faint blood red lips from hers. The blood was smeared on both of their lips. Her eyes were blurred but she could see his gloominess, the blood was still oozing from the corner of his lip. She wanted to apologize but her words were stuck in her throat. Trying hard but hands were stuck in his grasp. Which couldn’t let her bow down that easily. The panic groped her for being guilty but when she glanced cursorily at him, his hooded eyes were boisterous. The tears were threatening but she didn’t let them lose. His sudden action and its energy scared and hurt her. Averting her head she lowered her lashes, not wanting to be a submissive mate. It was the self respect she was fighting for. He was hurt but didn't want to lose either, being stubborn, the demon in his mind succeeded. Exhaling tiredly, annoyance took him. Her wriggling turned his attention, wanting to punish her. Not caring about his image in her mind, pinched her chin to turn to his direction. As soon as it was in sight, he leaned in for another kiss. This time it was forceful but gentle, she was still pursing her lips. Afraid to hurt him again, but he was determined to force his hot tongue dancing with hers. Her mind was sending her mixed signals, wanting to accept his advances but simultaneously reject it as well. In her frustration, unable to decide what to do, shut her eyes tightly. After a while her lips somehow felt light, even the grasp was no more. In confusion, opened her eyes to find him sitting. His head was drooping low on his hand with crossed legs, back resting over the backrest of the other sofa. His other hand was engaged in ruffling his hair lazily but repeatedly. She didn’t budge an inch, at his indifferent behavior. The atmosphere in the room was gloomy as both of them were sulking. Beckham stopped himself forcefully the same way he initiated, because that was his limit. If anything goes beyond that it wouldn’t be felicitous for both of them. She was hurting because of his capriciousness. The man she loved has become defunct, her mind constantly telling to leave but his presence was bonding her to the spot. After contemplating for around an hour or so, they spoke concurrently, “Mr. Ma… , Sus…” Her voice was raspy whereas his was a gruff tone. The silence prevailed again, none wanting to take the step and being mature. Though for Susan we could understand, Beckham was too trifling. They pulled a long face, when their gazes met, instantly averting. Actually it was the awkwardness of not letting them take a step and be a bigger person. The room’s temperature was unbearably cold and gloomy. Susan felt shivers under the blanket whereas Beckham was unfazed. She couldn’t sit still, suddenly a thought from the K-Drama arose in her mind. It was the similar situation between Aranya and Jin Ha. Aranya took the initiative of forgiving Jin Ha and they reconciled. But then her thought crossed it out as her and Aranya’s nature contradict a lot. Beckham, being bored, stood up and left the room. He wanted to calm himself with some wine. “Huh…” a wry snuff was released from her. She closed her moist eyes, some drops rolled down tracing her cheekbones. She snorted and later drifted to her land of comfort. Beckham came back after a long time around three in the morning. He hesitated before entering back, but when entered finding a sleeping Susan. As he was passing her, a soft mumbling was audible, forcing him to peek at her. Squatted down and heard her mumbling incoherent words, “Mr. Mall… Mom… Dad… No… Don’t… Hurt… it hurts…” Her brows were knitted with a complex expression, with erratic breathing. Beckham became worried with index finger massaging her temples in circling motion. Soothing her tensed brows, pacified her like a baby. Soon her breathing established normally, sighing a relief, he stood up grunting in a low tone, “You always have your way, Little Girl!” His heart was at peace now, and went to sleep. When Susan woke up, it was around 6a.m. She sneakily stood up, changed her clothes and snuck out of the room. Beckham felt some faint noises in the room. His mind became alert, but he continued to sleep. Thinking it was just his spooky dream. On the other hand, Susan tip-toed as it was still dark in the living room. Tracing her path towards the main door. As she finally succeeded her way, but stuck at the main gate. Because the guard on the gate asked her to show her Identity Card in order to get out. Her name was not registered with him, so he thought her as the thief. But gazing from head to toe she was not looking like one. Inside the room, Beckham sprang up on his toes immediately when saw no silhouette of Susan. He hurriedly ascended the stairs checking the living room and kitchen, and ran outside. Upon reaching near the pillar, he saw an amusing sight. The guard was scratching his head, and was about to call on the intercom. Beckham strode in the direction since Susan’s back was facing towards him. He sneakily stood behind her, shaking his head in guard’s direction. Seeing the guard not calling, she arched her brows and spoke arrogantly, “Huh… You think I’m some thief and what is even here to steal…?!” “....” “Tskk… Such gloomy and rub…” Her words were cut half way when Beckham held her wrist. She winced in pain, “Arghh..” Last night he held it forcefully, which left a faint blue mark. He immediately loosened it and wanted to retract it for checking but she slapped his hand away. Instantly hiding her wrist under the sleeves of her jacket. She was astounded at his sudden appearance. Her observation skills were like Sherlock Holmes. In an instant she drooled at his ravishing morning look. Disheveled hair, corny eyes, pointed nose complimenting his jawline. Early in the morning he was giving a tough competition to the Sun God. Her glance shifted at the mark imprinted upon his lip. The culpable feeling seared in her dark gray retinas but it was replaced by her fantasy appearance of him being shirtless. She wasn’t blinking so Beckham waved his hand in front of her face. He thought of teasing her when got no reaction, leaned over her shoulder and whispered. “Are you done fantasizing me?” She shook her head at first but then a sudden shock petrified her, gawping. “Stop drooling!” a satisfied grin certified his impression of her. Moving back he placed his index finger under her chin, and closed her hanging lower jaw. It was another amusing scene for him but she felt embarrassed. As if someone had poured a cold bucket of water over her. By then he was at the guard chamber. His broad back was available for her in the broad daylight. But she shook her head and turned around in defeat. He stood behind her again, placing his palms at her scapula and gently pushed her to march back towards home. Upon entering he made her sit over the dining table. She didn’t rebut because of feeling tired. He went inside the kitchen and asked, “What do you wanna eat for breakfast?” She didn’t respond, and ignored him again. Beckham’s ego was hurt again but he prepared the congee with some bacon, boiled eggs and toasted bread with hot coffee. She saw him working efficiently prepping breakfast. Suddenly she felt shivering, tiredness taking over her. Her body reacts that way when she gets anxious or afraid. Her mind was a mess with last night stuff flashing in front of her eyes. The happiness was replaced with the grief of grievances. Her appetite died already, she felt light headed and nauseous. He drew the chair and sat down to eat together. Upon serving the congee, she stood up clamping her mouth with her palms and ran upstairs. Bewildered at her sudden action, but chased behind her. When he entered the room she was leaning over the wash basin and retching. Standing beside her he wanted to hold her hair and help but she stopped him at a hand distance. “Huh..” with a perplexed look he stood there waiting for her to finish.