"Who am I?" Brian stopped and frowned. There was confusion in his eyes as he slowly stroked Molly's face with his slender fingers. Finally, he pinched her chin and drew her face close to his own.
This much close, Molly felt he was even more overbearing and forceful and realized her statement could confuse and displease him, so she explained,"I... I didn't mean... I meant.."
"What did you mean? Hmm?" Brian interrupted her restless sentences. Calmly, he sneered at her,"Remember, my name is Brian Long, which is also the name of the man who owns you!"
Though he sounded calm, his dominating character could be felt as he held her chin to draw her closer. He kissed her slightly open mouth rudely, thrusting his tongue inside brutally. From the way it moved inside, one could tell he was displeased.
"Umm!" Molly moaned from lack of breath. Brian was peremptory in his kissing and she suddenly clenched her fists, trying to hold back her desire to escape.
There was no sign of affection in the way he kissed. It was just a way to show how strong and possessive he was. Instead of looking pleased, he looked sullen from the kiss and sucked her lips very hard, feeling her nervousness. His eyes were narrowed merely to hide the malicious and displeased expression within.
Molly's heavy breathing could be heard throughout the spacious living room. Her groan was pitiful and her lips were numb. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.
Brian released her from his grip just as she almost was suffocated. He was enjoying Molly's gasps for air and her slightly swollen lips. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Noticing his mischievous look, she glared at him in fury and spoke,"You won't allow me to go to work. Now will you restrict my freedom too?" She was gnashing her teeth in rage.
"Come with me after breakfast. I want you to meet someone!" The order was given in an indifferent voice, which was calm as usual. Molly's question was totally ignored.
He stood up and looked down at Molly who was still sitting in her chair. Then he turned around and walked outside.
There was a light minty smell around her lips, courtesy of Brian. She stared at his back resentfully and, rubbing her lips, reluctantly followed him out of the house.
The car was moving steadily along the streets in A City. It was still snowing and very cold outside. Although the heater was on, Molly felt cold. Whenever Brian was around, his coldness upset her and she felt very lonely.
Tony glanced at them in the rearview mirror. Brian was looking indifferently at his laptop, while Molly was looking out the window. Both of them were silent and lost in their own thoughts.
All of a sudden, Brian's phone rang and broke the silence inside. When he took it out and saw the screen, the corners of his lips surprisingly twisted into a slight smile which complemented his handsome face.
"Why are you calling me this time?" The tone he used was gentle and pleasant, even if his sentence did not agree, and he seemed happy when he spoke.
"Brian, I've invited Spark to the charity concert this time!" Wing squealed happily into the phone.
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