III

"I should have taken you earlier." 

The heat in my body thundered, tingles and something unfamiliar called arousal took over my body. 

I couldn't escape.

I don't want to. 

It's all nerve-wracking and so pleasurable. 

The touches are all over my body, just the way I want them. Everywhere, and it's like it's penetrating something inside me. Making me want it more. 

Who is he? 

Why does it feel so familiar yet so foreign?

My head felt blurry. My mind was fragmenting. 

And something exploded inside me after a brief shudder.

There was a whisper that lingered as my eyes closed and a warm embrace that felt comforting.

"You're mine, Abbey. Always."

>>>

The dizziness in my head signaled something very bad.

Disaster.

Because my head felt like it was going to burst when I was on the verge of consciousness and unconsciousness. My body ached, and the faint throbbing pain between my thighs. Everything felt strange and crazy. Like the wind was blowing directly on my skin. 

I blinked my eyes, and the first thing I saw was a blurry scene. A low moan escaped my throat when the throbbing that had disturbed my sleep returned. 

I stretched out and shuddered in surprise when my hand hit someone's body.

My heart stopped beating for a high jump.

I immediately sat up from my shock. 

My breathing was unsteady when I saw what had happened to me. What I had experienced.

I looked around the room frantically and anxiously, last, at the man by my side. His head was buried in the pillow. He was lying on his side, and from his arms, I realized that he had been holding me for some time.

I thought he was Jonas.

But it was worse than I could have imagined.

I moved away from his side when I saw who the man was who spent time with me last night when I was drunk. Which-

My body was naked. Something between my thighs was throbbing. Marks on some parts of my body.

-stole my virginity.

My head feels like it's been hit by a sledgehammer like an entire construction is falling on top of me. My breath is short, and I don't even know how I can get oxygen.

Maven.

A name that is a bundle of disasters for me.

How...

I pulled roughly on my hair. I started dragging myself to get off the side of the bed slowly so as not to wake him.

I didn't know how to digest all this.

All I knew was that I had to leave now.

It's a mess.

The hand wrapped around my arm made me wince. I didn't have time to dodge as my body was pulled and made to lie back on the bed. 

My heartbeat was chaotic, my breathing unsteady as to who was on top of me.

This was truly my nightmare.

The face above me was still so familiar. There were only a few spots that made him more stern and more mature. He was getting more and more handsome, but I knew that it was all just a facade covering all his bad behavior.

Just last night, I was praying that I wouldn't meet him, but now he's on top of me. Already took me from the club by keeping me unconscious. Only he and God know about what he put on my menu last night, and then he stole my virginity that I had been guarding.

Yeah, of course,  Maven Dimitriou and his asshole behavior.

The last time we met was nine years ago.

So long ago.

And now all I know is that our reunion was not a good thing. Very bad and unpleasant. He was getting more and more of an asshole. 

"Let go of me." I rebel beneath him. He locked up my naked body with his naked body. I growled. "Fuck you. What have you done?!" I snapped.

Maven held my arms down with his hands each on top of my head.

"So fierce. Where is my gentle Abbey?" a chuckle came from him.

"I don't think you deserve a gentle Abbey." I rebelled again. My body was stiff under his dead-rope-like confinement. I couldn't get free from it. "What do you want, damn it?"

"Nice to meet you too, baby." He said in a sarcastic voice. "You didn't miss me?"

"No." 

"So cruel. You hurt me, baby." His expression was so relaxed that he lowered his face even closer. Our bare chests touching, he growls before taking my lips with his. Biting me hard to force me to open my mouth.

I didn't. 

I bit back hard on his lips.

He pulled away with a groan of pain, releasing his arms from me and allowing me to move out.

Maven's chest rose and fell, and he looked up at me after licking the blood off his lips. He sat on the bed and was well naked.

I didn't care about that. I pulled the blanket to cover my body and got off the bed. "What did you do to me?"

"It's obvious." He glanced at the bit of blood on the white bed. 

My heart fainted.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. The backs of my eyes burned, a tightness taking over my chest as I realized how it happened. He, whom I did not want, did this to me so despicably. Was the betrayal he committed nine years ago not enough to torment me?

Maven looked at me fixedly and sharply. "I want you."

"We just met after nine years."

"Oh, you don't know about that."

"What do you mean?"I paused. My heart hammered loudly inside my chest. "And like this? Putting something in my drink and taking my virginity unknowingly? You're still such an asshole, Maven."

"That's the way to go, darling." He came closer, but I moved away.

I shook my head. "Don't think I'm going to kneel before you after this. Guess what? I hate you even more."

The dislike was so clear on his face, which was mixed with anger. But I really don't care anymore. He did this all.. so badly.

During the time I separated from him and left Canada, I never expected anything from him. I had already carried the pain of the people who had hurt me. Why would I spit in my face expecting him again? That's not in my life dictionary.

He was erased long ago. It's already a part of the book that I closed. He's at the back of my life, and I'm never going back.

Everything he did was pointless. He only made me hate him more.

A tense silence stretched between us. It was a tight atmosphere and could have been more pleasant. I really need to get out of here because he's dangerous and a jerk, and I don't know what I'll become when I spend the next five minutes with him.

It's been nine years...

I wish we weren't like this.

This is so weird and messed up.

I picked up my clothes that were scattered on the floor.

"You should know that this won't be over even after you leave this hotel." Maven said, his voice sharp and cold. It's still exactly the same as it was during his moment of indifference when we were still dating nine years ago.

"I don't give a damn," I replied as I quickly put on my clothes. "And you should know that I would never crawl to you even if you cut off my legs." I turned to him as I buttoned my jeans and pulled out my cell phone that was on the nightstand. "It's not nice seeing you again, Maven. May you burn in hell tomorrow."

A chuckle that sounded dismissive came from him. 

I walked out of the room and quickly ran towards the exit of this luxurious hotel room before he changed his mind to stay put and then chased after me. Ignoring the stinging between my thighs. 

It worked. 

A sigh escaped my mouth as I finally exited the hotel building. Tears instantly poured down my face.

This is so fucked up.