61. Gone

"You won't do it." I narrowed my eyes at the male who gave me an evil smirk.

"Oh? What if I say I have already done it?" I licked my lips uncertainly before walking carefully near the mirror.

'No, no, no! It should be a lie. That idiot didn't do that, did he?'

"Y-You serious. How am I gonna go to the office with this!" I exclaimed after seeing a fucking hickey that couldn't be hidden by the shirt's collar too.

"What do you mean? It's just a hickey. You don't have to hide it, it's a sign of my love for you dear." He smirked teasingly while I glared at him through the mirror. 

"You are annoying." He chuckled before hugging me. His chin was resting on my shoulder as he stared at the hickey with a proud look. 

"Ain't I good at it?" Rolling my eyes I tried to free myself but no, he wouldn't move.

"Of course, you are too experienced at this," I muttered not feeling good about thinking that he had been with so many girls but