Forgiveness

Krystalina~

Sometimes you just need to take a deep breath, so that you can prevent yourself from causing the destruction.

But I am dumb, aren't I?

I clenched my fist as I watched the man sitting in front of me stroking his cheek, the same cheek where I slapped him.

He didn't say anything, he didn't look at me, but I could see his jaw clenched and the bicep tighten, causing the fabric of his coat to stretch.

He is angry. God, what if he does something horrible to me? It's late at night and no one would even hear if I scream. What if he kills me or rape me? No, no no.

I should beg for forgiveness.

I was about to join my hands in front of him and beg, but then he looked straight into my eyes. There was not a single ounce of warmth in those brown pools.

Oh my dear lord, please save me, tonight.

I backed away and closed my eyes as he raised his hand but the impact of slap never came. I slowly opened my left eye and saw him raking his hand through his hair, casually.

"I apologise, my words may have come out indecently".

Wait, what?

I heard him sigh, did he say sorry when I was the one who hit him?

"I asked if you are a virgin because..."

I folded my arms against my chest and glared at him.

"What's my sexuality got to do with you, you think I am a slut...see mister I am sorry for raising my hand but don't you dare to cross boundaries."

Why the fuck is he so interested in my virginity?

His jaw twitched again.

"I never presumed you are a slut and I don't refer to anyone with this word. It is degrading".

My heart skipped a beat. He thinks it's degrading while my ex-boyfriend used this term on me more than the times I couldn't even remember.

"I am not your ex-boyfriend, Miss Moore and if you are done dwelling upon the mistreatment you received from your ex...I would like to have a small chat with you".

My cheeks heated up, he seems to read my mind very well.

I sat across from him "what do you want to talk about." I ask, with a calm and confident voice.

He pushed a manila envelope in front of me, it was sealed with a silver batch. I frowned and grabbed the envelope in my hands.

"It's important for you to be not a virgin , please read it carefully ".

I tore the seal open and took out the sack of crisp paper from the envelope.

My eyes widened as I read the heading :

'Contract Marriage & Surrogacy'.

I looked at the unknown man sitting in front of me and found him already looking at me. I got up from the chair and threw the papers against his face.

"I want you to leave before I call the police" I gritted. God, I thought this man was someone decent and I did wrong to slap him, but he deserved that.

How can a random man have the audacity to come in my café and offers me something like this?

"Miss Moore..."

"I said leave "

I turned to walk away, but his warm hand clasped mine and suddenly he pulled me closer to him, my back hit against his hard chest.

His calm breathing fanned over the side of my face, "Leave me you bastard" I cried, but his grip tighten around me in response.

When I finally sighed he opened his mouth.

"We are going to talk like mature people and no more cuss words. You wouldn't want to be in my bad books".

His voice was cold enough to send shivers into my whole body. What the hell I have gotten myself into? He seems like someone powerful who can ruin me with the snap of his finger.

And I am already ruined enough.

I gulped and slowly nodded.

He released me and I spun on my heels to give him a good profanity but his cold eyes forced me to keep my mouth shut.

"Sit down, Miss Moore".

And I sat.

"I know that you need money to clear your debt and with the current state of you, I assume you cannot even buy a pair of new clothes for Christmas".

Blood rush to my cheeks and I averted my gaze from him, because he is right and I am embarrassed.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about, when my proposal can save you".

I gave him a sharp look but his brown eyes remained without any emotion.

"So you mean I should be your wife and carry a child for you, just to save myself...I am sorry but your help is not needed".

What does he think of himself? Do I look that pathetic to him that I would agree to his stupid contract?

When he didn't speak , I decided to open my mouth again "you think I am desperate to fall into your trap? What's the catch Mr. no one?"

A small smile, was there on his lips, I swear I saw it before it vanished.

"You must accept your reality Miss Moore, you are desperate for a stable life and I am here to provide you. We can both help each other"

People might accept his wishes and fall at his feet or treat him like a god but I am not anyone. I am my own woman and I am not going to fall into his stupid contract or whatever.

"I know you don't know me and my sudden appearnce must have felt abrupt but you don't need to know who am I or how do I know you. You just need to agree to contract, to save yourself."

Oh, I hate men who are full of themselves. Does he think his little to no introduction where he didn't reveal anything about himself would convince me to fall into his cunningness. What if runs a brothel and is here to pursue me in the name of marriage and surrogacy.

I grabbed the muffin in my hand and took a bite. He doesn't deserve my free treat.

"I would still suggest you to leave my cafe before I put harassment charges on you and then you will have to spend your whole life in prison as a assault offender".

I gave him a playful wink to him.

He smirked.

I would lie if I say his smirk didn't scare me but I am not backing off.

He got up from the chair and placed a black card on the table.

"I will be awaiting your call, Krystalina...the offer only stands for 72 hours, so does your last option".

My heart skipped a beat, and warmth settled inside me as my name escaped from his mouth like a love wrapped in danger.

My name never sounded this warm.

As if I was in some trance, I didn't realise when he leaned closer, his hot breath fanning, and his brown eyes glinting with something I couldn't decipher.

"Your hoodie is getting drenched in your drool, Miss.Moore...you can ogle me everyday if you marry me and give me a baby".

He said and walked away and just like that the trance broke and whatever he said started to sink in, causing my blood to boil.

I watched his broad retrieving back and in this moment I wanted to murder this man. What does he think of himself? He didn't even have the courtesy to introduce himself.

"Suck my dick, you bastard".

He stopped and then slowly turned around , his jaw clenched as if he was trying too hard not to lose control.

"We will have to work on your communication, Krystalina. I don't want my child to be badmouthed like you."