Character;

Landor Jackson.

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He pulled up in the parking lot of a familiar place.

'BEETLES' written above it with red neon lights.

It is a multi-used bar, it was a bit small when it comes to size but it containes a small park, restaurant, hotel rooms and even a hall to throw different types of parties or events.

I used to come here with Daniel.

I frowned at the thought of that. He's part of my past now.

"Coming?" He briefly asked and I realised that I was still sitting put in the car.

"Sure," I faintly replied.

I didn't still get the reason why he would bring me to such a fancy place while I clearly presently looked like the opposite.

I was putting on dark coloured clothes, so the stain wasn't as visible but my puffed off face and messy hair still stood out.

"You look beautiful," he suprisingly complimented and a small smile drew on my lips.

Later on, we walked hand in hand before we made ourselves comfortable on a seat which he had led me to.

He pre-ordered a glass of juice for me and a glass of alcohol for himself before our food gets ready but I yanked his glass of alcohol and gulped it down immediately.

You shouldn't be taking that right now," he said before dragging the 'almost empty' glass out of my hands.

"I needed it more," I briefly slurred in reply.

A minute later, our food was served. The smell of spicy chicken soup filled the air and hit my nostrils with such brutality.

They served one of the best meals. The bar was usually filled up at nights but it was still earlier in the afternoon so, they were still a number of people.

We started eating rather slowly though I could feel his gaze on me. I looked up at him and he just gave me a warm smile in return.

It was more than warm. It melted my heart as he flashed his ever white perfectly set teeth at me.

He didn't look away, it still lingered on me and it made me feel so uncomfortable. I tried so hard not to blush profusely but I'm sure my face was probably the colour of an over-riped tomato.

This guy made me forget all my problems and I just wish he could ask me out right now and we could just get married and stay together forever.

I WISH.

But I know it is just my teenage girl hormone speaking right now.

"Mind telling me what has been going on?" He suddenly asked, cutting all my happy fantasy short.

Maybe I should tell him about my problems. Maybe I should confide in him.

But what if it changes the way he thinks of me? What if he hates me afterwards?

So many unanswered questions in my head.

"I killed Veronica," I blurted.

He dropped the spoon and it's content which he wanted to put in his mouth back to the plate. He looked up, wide-eyed at me in shock.

What's in his mind right now?

His shocked expression faded into a blank expression but his gaze never left my face.

"Go on," he replied surprisingly in a calm soothing voice.

He gave me the confidence to go on.

"Cheryl knows.....and she's using it against me, she's using it to blackmail me and I feel like I'm going to lose my mind anytime soon."

There was a fresh set of uncontrollable tears in my eyes.

"I swear....it wasn't intentional, it was just one stupid mistake...an accident....and I never knew it would end up this way. I swear, I don't know how people will take it and it's making me crazy, I feel like a freakin' murderer all the time, sometimes it makes it hard for me to sleep at night and maybe now you know about it, you're probably gonna hate me n--"

"It's fine," he said, suprisingly in an unbothered, calm tone, cutting me off and interrupting all my blabbering.

Did he just say it's fine?! Just like that!

"We all make mistakes," he said again.

The tears kept on pouring down as I kept sobbing uncontrollably. Few people were already looking our way, wondering why a girl my age would be crying like a child.

I felt pained because of all that had been happening but there was this inner joy in me for the fact that he understands and didn't take what I said the wrong way.

My face was already wet with sweat and tears with my hair already sticking on it. He leaned in from the other side of the table, stretching his hands probably to clean my tears or remove the hair stuck on my face.

Before his hands could get to me, he mistakenly knocked down a plate of soup and the hot content came pouring down to my skirt and it trickled down quickly through my legs.

I removed my legs on reflex as I felt the hot liquid on my skin, it gave a burning sensation.

"Fuck! I'm sorry," Lan quickly said, flying up immediately from his seat and moving towards me in a hurry.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized again immediately he got to me.

The bar attendants scurried towards our table, trying to solve the commotion we'd just caused.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Lan said immediately, helping me up and walking me towards the bathroom.

We entered the bathroom, it had bright white light and the walls were padded with blue reflective tiles giving it a cool and soothing aura.

He bent down to touch my leg.

"Ouch!" I groaned in pain and it echoed round the bathroom.

"Sorry," he quickly apologized.

I'm sure that I smelt like a complete meal right now--A plate of spicy chicken soup and a bottle of coke.

He got a bowl of water from the tap and poured it on my leg slowly, using his hands to rub it gently. It was meant to be a normal gesture but it was doing something else to me.

His hands were going up till it got to my lower thigh beneath my skirt. I flinched back on reflex and he looked up at me.

"I thought I don't make you uncomfortable," he suddenly said with an unusual husky tone. He stood up from his bending position so he was standing in front of me though he had an advantage over me with his height.

He stretched out his hands and wiped away a few strands of hair sticking on my face before using his hands to brush through other parts of my face till it got to my nape.

"It's just me and you Stella...you don't need to act so innocent 'cus I know you aren't, don't you want to have a taste of me?" He said in the same tone, close to my ears and it caused a cold shiver to run down my spine.

Wait....what? I mean yes....but....What?

His hands slided to my waist and he pulled me closer to him.

I didn't try to loosen his grip on me neither did I try to back out.

Maybe I was just being desperate, trying to look for every means to run away from all my problems.

Truth be told, my heart was heavy, my eyes was filled with held back tears but my heart was also filled with desire for him.

He was just like alcohol, he could make me feel better and forget all my problems.

So I craved for him.

I pulled him closer till our lips merged. With our lips moving in sync.

It wasn't as slow and passionate as the last one, it was rough and deep which showed that he craves for me as much as I did for him.

His hands roamed round my smaller body while I ran my hands roughly through his silk-light-blonde hair.

The kiss was heated and I could feel where it was leading to but to my surprise, I care less.

His hands moved round my back, down to my waist then to my butt and down to my legs which he yanked up so they would be entangled round his thigh.

With me straddling him, he moved backwards slowly, out of the bathroom door, through a few passways and towards one of the doors. We got into one of the doors and it headed to a room all without breaking the kiss.

He layed me down gently on the bed before pulling out his shirt to reveal his perfectly constructed chest and abs.

My whole body was burning with need, his hands running all over my body, increasing the butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

After what felt like hours, he broke the kiss and brought his attention to my neck, sucking my soft spot in a frustratingly slow speed. His other hands massaging my butt causing a tensed moan to escape my mouth.

He pulled out my top and I was clad on my bra and almost loosed skirt.

I moaned once again as his calloused hands caressed my stomach and then slowly moving upwards, he cupped my breast gently in his hands.

"Oooh," I mumbled, his mouth sucking the sensitive part of my neck. The inside of my legs tickled with need as his hands kept on teasing my breasts.

"La...oh...Lan," I breathed out his name as his lips trailed to my chest.

Arching my back, I let him unclasped my bra and free my bosoms. I didn't get anytime to feel self conscious about my body because the minute I slipped off my bra, his mouth lingered on the cold skin teasingly, his hands squeezing the other one.

My cheeks were burning because of the exposure yet I kept my mouth shut and relished the pleasure he was giving me.

In a matter of a few seconds, we were already almost naked on the bed and he started nibbling roughly on the nape of my neck.

The hand that was holding my breast now moved down to the hem of my underwear. The knot in my stomach tightened as he slipped his hand into my underwear and caressed the sensitive area with his fingers. With every movement of his fingers, my body clenched tighter, my breathes turning harder, coming out in little gasps.

I felt like soaring in the air, the pleasure curling my toes while his mouth kept biting my neck. The knots tightened to an extent that I felt like I was going to explode, moans after moans left my mouth and at the end, a full bucket of pleasure washed over me and I cried out loudly.

Knowing that I'd given him enough permission, he slid his dick into me.

It was painful at first but the pain faded into extreme pleasure.

It went on and on...

And it slowly dawned on me...

I'd lost my virginity...

To Lan.

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