CHAPTER 27: His Kiss

"You bastard!" I barked at him. "Your dick probably hasn't been dragged through the dirt enough. Do you want me to slam it into the pavement right now?" I asked sarcastically.

He smirked. "Oh man, I miss this."

"What?"

"I miss your banter, I miss that mouth of yours, I miss everything about you," he uttered, his eyes soft with an unmistakable longing.

I genuinely could not read his face. He seemed to cycle through every single emotion, looking utterly fake. Maybe Marcus was right about him being completely fake, always playing games with his eyes.

"Well, sad to say, whoever the hell you are, I don't fucking miss you," I snapped through gritted teeth.

I heard him let out a low chuckle. "You know, you're wrong."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused by his words.

"You've changed, Neo. You've become much more short-tempered and aggressive."

I just rolled my eyes at him, mentally reminding myself to smack him in the head next time.

"I want to talk to you. You know, I searched for you."

My brow furrowed as I took another drag from my cigarette. "Oh, and why should I care that you looked for me?" I asked sarcastically.

He just offered a faint smile. "Talking to you feels like going back to the very beginning, to the time we first met."

I shook my head in disbelief. It was utterly exhausting trying to talk to someone who refused to understand that I had no memory of him, yet insisted on bringing up things I could not comprehend.

"Damn, I really miss you," he stated, his voice deep, sounding visibly frustrated with himself. "I wanna know what happened to you. I wanna know how that bastard Yuan got you as a personal assistant. I wanna know everything..." His eyes now looked utterly desperate. "You can tell me, right?" he asked pleadingly.

I took another drag of my cigarette. "I don't even know who you are, and you expect me to spill everything to you? Isn't there a saying, don't talk to strangers? So why on earth would I tell you anything?"

His eyes, which were overflowing with emotion just a second ago, suddenly went completely cold and serious.

He took a slow step closer to me. "You're wrong. We knew each other far better than you can possibly imagine."

"What did you say?"

His face remained dead serious, seemingly measuring my reaction. He took another step forward while keeping his eyes locked onto mine.

I did not know why, but under his intense gaze, a strange, tight knot formed in my stomach. His ash-colored eyes were staring at me with overwhelming intensity. Without even realizing it, I found myself stepping backward as he closed the distance.

"Neo, why don't I help you remember me?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you serious? Just leave me alone."

He crossed his arms. "I can do it," he declared in a resolute voice.

My jaw dropped at his audacity. "What the hell are you talking about—"

I could not even finish my sentence because in just a few quick strides, he reached out and grabbed the back of my neck. His hand was warm and firm against the skin behind my head, holding me tight as if he had zero intention of letting go. Before I could process what was happening, he leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against mine.

I instantly turned into stone. I could vividly feel the heavy, intense pressure of his lips against mine. He moved gently yet passionately, his breath hot against the cool night air, kissing me with a fierce intensity that felt like it was pulling the very soul out of me. My heart hammered wildly against my chest as his kiss consumed whatever sanity I had left. I felt like I was drowning, gasping for air under his demanding possession.

Meanwhile, I remained completely paralyzed, probably because this was the very first time anyone had ever kissed me like this. The moment my senses finally returned, I pushed against his chest with both hands using all my strength, but he did not budge an inch. Instead, he deepened the kiss even further, pulling me closer against his body until there was zero space left between us. When I felt his tongue attempting to slip into my mouth and part my lips, the reality of the situation fully hit me.

I gathered every ounce of strength I had left and shoved him away with all the force I could muster.

I gasped heavily for air the moment he separated from me, clutching my chest while my mind scrambled to process what just happened. I lightly touched my lips, which felt completely swollen from the intense pressure of his kiss. It felt as though I had truly drowned, completely overwhelmed by his kiss.

"Did you remember anything?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation for my response.

I just glared daggers at him. "You perverted bastard!" I barked at him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, okay?" he explained smoothly.

I marched straight toward him and, using all my strength, I threw a punch straight at his jaw. His head snapped to the side from the impact.

He just looked at me while massaging his sore jaw where my fist had connected.

"Does it hurt? You deserve worse, you asshole!" I yelled at him.

"It's not my fault."

"What?"

"I told you, I'm hard right now because you look hella hot and sexy when you're smoking. I can't help it, it's just old habits—"

He could not finish his sentence because, for the second time, I struck him across the face again.

"Hey! My day was already ruined, and you just had to ruin it even more, you bastard!" I shouted at him before turning my back on him.

My face felt burning hot with rage from that kiss. Fuck my life! Could this day possibly get any worse?

Using the collar of my shirt, I aggressively wiped my lips. That guy was completely out of his mind, a total lunatic.

"Hey, Neo, please, wait. Let's talk for a second."

I did not bother looking back, I picked up my pace as I walked straight toward the parking lot where my motorcycle was parked.

Suddenly, I felt his hand grab my arm, making me snap my head back with vicious eyes.

"I want to talk—"

I did not let him finish. I reached up and grabbed his jaw with one hand, covering his mouth completely with my palm.

I squeezed his face tightly.

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll blast your head off," I threatened through narrowed, lethal eyes.

Yet he did not look intimidated in the slightest. His eyes simply looked back at me with pure amusement. I gritted my teeth, tightening my grip on his cheeks even more.

My eyes widened in shock when he suddenly licked the center of my palm and slipped his tongue between my fingers.

I instantly yanked my hand away from his face.

I glared daggers at him while aggressively wiping my palm against my trousers.

"Do you have a death wish, you freak?!" I barked at him.

The corner of his lips curled upward. "It tastes good."

"Bastard!"

"Damn, you're not allowed to swear either."

I glared daggers at him. "Fuck you!"

"Argh, shit. You know what, you're making me hard again."

I swung my leg to kick his knee, but he dodged it effortlessly. "Ah, shit, you're really driving me insane right now."

We were in the same boat, because I was about to go insane dealing with him too.

"Can you cut the bullshit already?" I snapped in utter frustration.

He pursed his lips. "I'm serious, Neo," he said, his tone turning grave and resolute.

I crossed my arms. "What the hell do you want so you'll leave me alone?"

"You. I need you."

I shook my head in utter disbelief. "Unbelievable asshole."

I let out a deep sigh, forcing myself to calm down. Getting worked up over this guy was only going to raise my blood pressure. So I turned my back on him once more and walked straight to where my motorcycle was parked.

The idiot followed right behind me.

Only after I mounted my motorcycle and revved the engine did I hear him speak up again.

"I want you back, Neo," he uttered softly. His voice sounded cold, yet it carried a strange weight that resonated oddly within me.

"Get the hell out of the way, asshole!" I shouted in frustration.

He took a step closer to me.

"Take care. Be careful on the road, and don't drive too fast," he reminded me gently.

Instead of thanking him, I simply raised my middle finger straight at his face.

But what he did next completely took me by surprise. He reached out, took my middle finger, and brought it straight to his lips.

My eyes dilated in shock as he licked my finger once again, his eyes looking up at me with an overtly seductive look.

I snatched my hand back immediately. Blood rushed straight to my head. I could not believe he actually pulled that stunt a second time.

I shot him one last murderous glare. "Next time, don't you ever show your face in front of me again, because I will kill you!" I yelled, trembling with rage.

He just smiled back at me, looking as though my death threat actually excited him.

"I'm looking forward to that..." he murmured, giving me a quick wink.

I tightened my grip on the handlebars, while my jaw clenching hard.

I noticed his expression suddenly turn serious, his eyes holding a strange, unfathomable depth. "Neo, once again, I’m Helios. I hope you won’t forget me again," he said before turning his back to me.

I stared at his retreating back as he walked back toward the club's parking entrance, wishing my eyes could shoot lasers so I could obliterate that bastard without lifting a finger.