Zheme stepped outside, a small smile whining across his lips as he turned to look at Lexie who stood by the doorway. "I'm leaving, Gimme a kiss."
Lexie huffed, arms folding across her chest. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because...I don't want to kiss you." A lie, that's what she told, but her pride would never allow her to tell him that she craved the touch of his lips and the touch of his hands. "And besides, I haven't yet brushed my teeth."
Zheme frowned, lips forming into a gorgeous pout. "And?"
"And I... I'm going inside."
She pivoted on her feet and that was enough encouragement to have Zheme pulling her back, flush against his chest. "I asked so politely and yet you refused, do you want me to take it by forced?"
Slowly, Lexie shook her head, cheeks growing red. "No, I-I'll kiss you."
Zheme nodded against he
Lexie sat on the settee furthest away from Dan with a begrudging look pasted like a mask over her face. She didn't like the old man, in fact she hated him as much a frog hated salt, but she was curious and though curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back. And she'd receive that life restoring satisfaction today. She had just showered and brushed her teeth and on her way down the stairs, she had caught her hair in an overly messy bun. But Lexie didn't care about looks or hairstyle now, the truth of her kidnap was a lot more appealing to her. So she shuffled on the settee, propped her elbows on her knees and rested the weight of her head in the palm of her hands. "You can talk now." Dan smirked, using a hand to gesture her closer, but Lexie didn't move, she merely glared. "I'm sure you can talk from there, I'm not getting any closer to the old midget who had whipped me." "Midget?"
Lexie wiped her cheeks and stood with a shakiness in her stance. "I-I can't " she stuttered out. "Why would a father do that to his child? Why...? Just why...?" She felt miserable, sick to the stomach, felt like she was buried in a deep pit of repulsion. She couldn't imagine how Zheme felt... Abused? Unloved? Mistreated? Or perhaps he felt violated? After all, his childhood was brutally taken away from him, he didn't get a chance to enjoy his youth like she did, yet she had been nothing but a pest to him. She had perplexed him until even she felt annoyed at herself, but she'd stop now. For he wasn't a person who deserved to be perplexed, he had dwelled in enough torment already, now he needed to see the light, he needed to know that the life he was taught to live, wasn't a life at all, and Lexie would
Longing... Want... Both were buried deep into the kiss, making Lexie's legs weak enough to buckle, her heart foolish enough to skip a beat and her mind lost in a place called desire. This was what she missed since morning, his lips, his touch...him over all and since she was receiving what she had longed for, she couldn't be happier. Her slim arms encased him, pulling him closer as she drowned in the warmth that diffused from his body and her lips clung to his plumped ones, sucking hungrily at each as butterflies started to fly around in her stomach. She felt blissful, more so when Zheme's tongue ran along her bottom lip, coaxing her to let him in. Without hesitation, she did, lips slipping apart, giving Zheme's tongue way to caress hers in a way that had her poor heart hesitating to beat. Her hands fisted the back of his shirt, a moan which Zheme
Lexie didn't know what to say, if she said yes, then she'd get to go outside, but if she said no, then in this prison cell, she'd be locked in all her life. With squinted eyes she looked at the ring, it was beautiful, the gold going well with the purple diamond, but pretty or not, an engagement ring marked a commitment between two persons, a commitment that Zheme and her hadn't fulfilled yet. They weren't in love, they didn't breach that stage yet, but were they getting there? Lexie was confused, more so when Zheme took her left hand and whined the golden thing on her ring finger. "There, it fits perfectly, now all that's left is for you to promise me that you won't leave my side...ever." Lexie's eyes darted from the ring to him, indecisiveness swirling in their depths. Should she? Or should she not? She wanted t
Already dressed, Zheme sat on the bed, watching as Lexie dug through the closet in search of a dress. She had tried on many, all of which looked extraordinarily beautiful to him, yet her incessant search had yet to end. She'd put them on and then just fling them off and at the moment she was becoming quite annoying. Sighing in obvious frustration, he leaned back, using his palms which were pressed flat against the bed as leverage. "We're already running late, choose one and let's go." Lexie looked back at him, eyes narrowed. "Since it's so easy, you choose." At that, Zheme's head tilted a little to the left. It couldn't be that hard, could it? It was just a dress, any dress would do. Deciding to take the challenge, Zheme eased off of the bed and walked pass Lexie to the closet. His eyes scanned the mess on the inside and without even fully assessi
Lexie looked from her family to Zheme, a shaky smile spreading across her lips as she embraced him in her arms. She could feel the tears that defined her joy running down her cheeks, she could feel as the intensity of her happiness gradually increasing...at this very moment, she felt everything; mirth, sadness, excitement, she didn't have a steady emotion, but the most prominent of all was joy. It had collided with her heart like a river does a sea and now it ran like blood through her veins, touching everywhere including the very tip of her toes and the crown of her head. It even ran along her arms which squeezed tight around Zheme too, ran across her lips which a subdued 'thank you' slipped through, and it ran along the tips of her fingers as she finally pulled away from the embrace, heart doing flips when she noticed the little twitch at the corner of Zheme's lips. "You're welcome." With the back of her ha
Zheme sat on the couch in his office, sandwiched between Lexie's brothers. They were more annoying than Lexie herself and quite bold with their inquisition. He couldn't believe Lexie was cruel enough to leave him with them, even if she was at the other side of the room with her parents. They were killing him...killing him with questions. "How old are you again?" Zheme glared over at Casper, the youngest of the three. "I'm twenty thre—" "We don't care about his age Casper, what we want to know is how he managed to take Lexie away from Mark." Andrew... Zheme now knew him to be the biggest idiot of the three despite his age. "Again, that is none of your business." Andrew swung an arm over Zheme's shoulder, pulling him close enough to whisper. "Come on, Lexie was head over heels for Mark and then she so suddenly left him for you?" Andrew shook his head in disbelief. "What d
It was official, Lexie was going to hell. She lied to her parents twice in just one day and what's worst, she didn't feel bad about it. She lied about Mark, well technically, it wasn't a lie, Mark truly didn't want her. But then she went ahead and lied about loving Zheme or was that really a lie? She wasn't sure, but from the start, she only lied to benefit him. If she had told the truth, then Zheme would be in deep trouble and in order to dig him out of that trouble, she lied for him. What an idiot she was, what a damn fool! She lied for him and now the bastard sat behind his desk doing work, while she sat by the couch bored. She was beginning to lament lying for him, because up until now, he hadn't even looked up to know if she was alive or dead. If she could, she'd take off a foot of her heels and fling it at his co