One More Chance novel Chapter 113

~~~I belong to her and you belong to him. We keep on playing a game we'll never win. We gotta stop before the hurt begins. What we had we'll always treasure. Believe me, it's easy letting go. So let's stop before we fall in love. Let's end it before the smoke turns to a flame, less than a game. Let's stop before the pleasure turns to pain. No reason to explain. Let's stop before we fall in love~~~

-Norman Saleet-

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"Fine." He sighed. "What is it? Let me know the thing that's bothering you."

"Tss! The thing that's bothering me, really?" I chuckled sarcastically and walked past him, but then stopped after taking a few steps. "Well, then you listen! Do you know how much I loved you back then?"

His eyes softened from the words I mentioned.

"But I don't think so!" I continued.

"Sam..."

"I loved you with all the piece of me. I gave you everything including my dreams, my life, but what did you do? You made my life a living hell and blamed me for everything when all these years, you fucking knew what the real happened during that night! How dare you!"

"Wait, w-what do you mean I knew---"

"How dare you accused me of seducing you and called me names when you knew I didn't do anything! You forced me! You forced me that night!"

I didn't miss the gasp that escaped his lips.

I tried so hard not to let my tears get in the way of my emotions, but I failed because it started to roll down the time I opened my mouth again.

"I met Gerry earlier, the bartender I asked to put a sleeping pill in your drinks, but instead, he put a sex-enhancing drug. And he was the same man you talked to almost 9 years ago when you found out there was hidden a camera in that room and his friend recorded everything! How dare you not tell me what you discovered? Why didn't you tell me you knew all about what happened? That you didn't fall asleep that night, instead it was me who fell asleep as he put a sleeping pill on my drink!"

Sobs simultaneously escaping my lips as I remembered the things he did, the way he made my life miserable, the way he broke my heart and trampled my dignity so many times when he brings different women to his room.

"You made me believe it was all my fault! I took all the blame, Luke! I took all the pain and you just let me suffered! I fell asleep so that means you have a choice to leave, but no! You continued touching me and when I told you I was pregnant, you pretended it was just nothing!"

I took three long strides to get to him and slapped him again.

"What kind of a person are you?" I continued to hit him but he didn't move or dodge any of my punches. He took them all, willingly.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You're sorry? You're saying sorry again?"

"I'm sorry."

"How many times do you have to say sorry?"

"I'm sorry, Sam, I got scared."

"And do you know how much it hurt me? What hurt me the most? It's that I realized that I wasn't really coping but was just covering up the pain. Actually, I don't know why I loved you then and even until now, I don't know why I still love you after all the things you did to me, after the unending hell I had experienced from you. You know what, I hate myself that I love you, but what would I do? What must I do, huh? So instead of telling me how sorry you are, why don't you just tell me how to unlove you? How to move on from you? How to forget you?"

But when he said nothing and just remained in his position, I took my hands back.

"Sam..." That's just when he looked at me.

I closed my eyes tightly and think of other words to say.

"I wanna go back to New York---"

But I didn't get the chance to say what I had in mind as an unexpected thing happened next. I felt a pair of warm lips over mine. I snapped my eyes open and was about to push him, but he was fast to hold the back of my neck and leaned over to deepen the kiss.

I protested under his hold but he was too strong and didn't even budge. As his lips started to invade mine, it was also then that mind, my body and soul started having a heated battle. I began to get confused as to whether to push him or give in with his touch and with the kiss that my heart and soul have longed for, for so long.

It was so different. The sensation was so different compared to when it was David giving me the same thing. There seemed like unending sparks wrapping my whole body. His every touch weakening the shield of my sanity and at that moment, I felt like I was a moth that slowly and continuously approaching the fire even when I knew I could be burned and die.

But all the thoughts vanished as my heart and body won the battle and found myself giving in to his touch. I lifted my hand over his shoulders and started kissing him back. Tears rolled down my face as I listened again to my heart... again.

Deep inside that little organ beating in my chest, it keeps yelling at me... 'just this once... just this once' and after this, I'll stop him. I'll get up and stop him, but that too was completely forgotten as I found it hard to stop. It's too late to stop.

It's been a few years, but the sparks and sensations were still there and nothing has changed. The excitement of being held in his arms overwhelmed me that it almost made me forget what I went through from that same and with the same arms a few years ago.