Micah

I couldn't believe I had gotten this far. Here Mr Lyon was, ready to tell me a story from his past.

If someone had told me that I'd be here in a few days time, I wouldn't have believe.

I actually felt kind off lucky. Aside from my four friends(well three now), no one had ever opened up to me, it felt good to know you could be trusted even though it was by an unbelievably handsome drunken man.

I leaned in closer hugging my arms protecting myself from the shivering atmosphere. Mr Lyon's eyes were Blanc, expressionless. It lacked emotions.

I was looking deep into his eyes but he didn't care. Normally he'd hate but but now, he couldn't give two damns.

Staring into his eyes, I couldn't see my reflection just two tired pale green eyes, despite being exhausted they still looked beautiful.

Truth be told, I felt sorry for this man, I Know I'm not supposed to feel sorry for a heartless man who wants me homeless.

I couldn't afford to be any nicer to him than the contract permitted.

I couldn't, I just couldn't.

I sort of felt bad, like I was using him. I only wanted to listen to his troubles to find an edge in changing his mind. I was heartless as well...

No!

I had to be strong. I had to do this. I'll have to push my conscience and feelings away for myself, for my family.

This is what Mr Lyon did all the time, he used people, he manipulated and didn't care about the outcome.

I had to give him a taste of his medicine.

"I'll be waiting for you sir." I flashed a cheerful smile as I gave him a reassuring look.

Mr Lyon cleared his throat, ready to speak. Despite the cold, a sweat bead rolled down my forehead in anticipation.

This was it, I felt closer to Mr Lyon then I had in a week.

Just as he opened a mouth, a whimper came from my brown bag.

I groaned, having forgotten about Mr Lyon's birthday present.

It was funny how such a small sound could make Mr Lyon immediately look up.

"What was that?" His gaze darkened, returning back to normal, his Blanc, innocent expression was gone. His features had hardened.

Was he sober?

"Oh," I hurriedly walked to the bag, gently pulling out the puppy.

Oh, shit! I forgot the hamburgers!

"I got you a present."

I turned to him, hugging the shivering puppy.

"What is this?"

What the hell does it look like?!

"Well, I got you a puppy for your birthday. Who doesn't like puppies?"

"I don't. Get it out."

What!?

"Sir, it's a birthday present, you can't turn down a birthday present."

He looked up, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking down at me.

"Wrong, it's a disgusting mutt, that you're throwing on the responsibilities on me because you don't have space in the dump you call a house to keep it."

Ouch.

"Excuse me?"
I can't believe I actually felt sorry for this man a few minutes ago. Why the hell was he such a sadist?

And why was I always his victim?

I'd hate to look at my face in the mirror right now.

Straight from work I came here, and I didn't even bring the fucking hamburgers!!

He couldn't even appreciate it, I wish I could give him a slap right now. I wanted to feel his cheeks against my palm.

Maybe that wasn't possible, maybe it was but all in know is that I wanted to hurt him, maybe not as much as he hurt me but I wanted to hurt him.

"Maybe this is why." I chuckled wiping off my rolling tears. Today, I wasn't going to hide my tears, I wasn't going to hide my face.

"Now I know why! I know why you have no one by your side. I know why you're alone. Because no one can stand you, no one can stand your goddamn attitude! You push everyone away, including me. I Know why you always turn to money. Money has no soul otherwise you'd have pushed money away a long time ago. You are a fucking sadist and I'm actually not sorry to say this but you're going to die alone! You deserve all the horrible things in this world and I'm sorry not sorry that you have no one standing by you!"

I breath out in relief after saying that. Mr Lyon doesn't know how long I've waited to say that.

A part of my heart ached for saying such horrible words and the other side plus my brain applauded me for finally speaking up.

Mr Lyon stared at me with hooded eyes, he was speechless. Such an impact my words left on him.

I needed to leave immediately, "I'll see you tomorrow sir." I didn't understand why I still said that, he'd probably terminate the contact.

Atleast it was worth it. Was it?

So much for getting to hear about his past, what had I expected?

My tears rolled down my cheeks so freely but I didn't care.

I turned to leave but was pulled back by a firm grip.

"All alone? Aren't you afraid of what might happen to your family? Money does more than humans can wish and yes, I'm quite happy it has no soul or mind, it can't stab you in the back."

His tight grip began to hurt. What the hell was wrong with this man!?

I struggled trying to break free from his hold but to no avail.

"Let go sir." His grip only seemed to tighten. "I said-"

"I don't give a Fuck about what you say."

His voice sounded calm and dangerous.

"You should you arrogant-"

A was abruptly when his lips came crashing down on mine.

What the hell is going on!?

My mind practically screamed.

Is Mr Lyon seriously....... kissing me?

It wasn't what I'd call a gentle kiss, it wasn't rough either, it was.. demanding.

His tongue licked my lips demanding an entrance. An entrance I didn't deny.

I knees felt so weak. For the first time, my heart didn't want a kiss, my heart ached urging me to push him away but my body betrayed it.

I stood in one position, stuck as the man I hated most in the world had his way with my mouth.

His hands founds it's way to my cheek caressing it softly, the tears stained cheeks. My Lyon bit once or twice, each bite igniting in me but I didn't return the kiss, I didn't pull away either.

My eyes wavered once or twice before finally shutting.

No doubt, he was a good kisser. He could make someone who disliked him so much long for his touch, to want to experience being beneath him.

The kiss didn't exactly lack emotion, of course it had emotions just not the right one's.

All it had were Hate and Lust.

It seems like Mr Lyon finally came to his senses as he broke the kiss. His shocked expression was priceless.

Still, he looked so beautiful even with his swollen lips, I tried to come to terms with the fact that such an attractive man was eating up my mouth.

"What just happened?"

Are you seriously asking that?

I shrugged

"I don't know, you just tried to eat up my face." I dead panned

Now, not just his lips were red, his nose was reddening. It looked kind off cute.

"This is all your fault, you know that right?"

I chuckled. I trusted him to put the blame on me.

"You know what? I'm just gonna let myself out. Goodbye Mr Lyon"

I hand gripped the door. "Once again Happy Birthday!" I slammed the door behind me.

Once I was out, I clutched the bust area of my jacket. I had done a great job acting normal under Mr Lyon's gaze.

But out here, I was me. I was wierd.

I pulled out my hair cursing remembering every moment of the breathtaking kiss from the devil himself.

How soft his lips felt, the taste of lemon and vodka, the feeling when his hands caressed my cheek.

Mr Lyon had just giving me more reasons to hate him.

Micah Mabelle Harlan, you're in a hell of a mess!