Micah

"... I'm sorry."

Mr Lyon's tone was a little above a whisper.

He just apologized. He really freaking apologized.

Why did I find that so hard to believe?

For a moment I was confused about what he was apologizing for.

Was he apologizing for trying to make my family homeless?

For degrading me and always trying to make me feel ashamed of myself?

For constantly being mean to me?

For Kissing me, taking me unawares?

For Kissing me and telling me it was all my fault?

For telling me that the kiss was a mistake?

Geez Mr Lyon, you have a lot of things to be sorry about.

"I kissed you without your permission. I take full responsibility for that. It was wrong."

I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't sure I accepted his apology.

I was sure of something. He was lying.

He can't just tell me that the kiss was a mistake, he can't tell me it didn't mean anything and expect me to believe him.

Maybe I would've believed him if he actually looked me in my eyes.

This was Mr Lyon, I mean, just a stare from him could make you feel intimated. He enjoyed looking people in thier eyes because he knew the power his emerald eyes held... So why?

Why was he trying so damn hard to avoid eye contact with me?

"You're not gonna say anything?" His beautiful green eyes met mine once more. His eyes looked tired, they were silent. His eyes tried desperately to hide his unspoken words.

I shrugged. Biting my inner gum. "What do you want me to say?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at the ceiling this time.

"Micah, I honestly can't remember the last time I told a breathing soul that I was sorry, yet I just apologized to you and you have nothing to say?"

"I guess I don't believe you." I shrugged. "You can't tell me that nothing prompted you to kiss me-"

"Drop it Micah."

What the hell!?

I wouldn't be making such a fuss if it didn't affect me so much.

"I can't say no even if I wanted to. My house is in your palms."

Sometimes I wish I could just start over. I've wished for a lot of things. Too bad, wishes never come through and in real life, hard work is the only thing that matters.

It was tonight that I realized I wasn't going anywhere. I've been standing in the same spot for days. I couldn't affect his decisions if he wasn't honest with me. Our relationship lacked trust and that's all that really matters so... Yeah. Fuck it!

I'm going to throw it all out there. I'm not going to hold back anymore.

What do I have to lose?

My house. But I'm pretty sure I've lost that already.

Scratch that, I'll lose that and more if I don't take a risk.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" I threw my question out there. It's undeniable that there's always a bond after sex. Maybe if I use it to my advantage, I can play my cards right and end up saving my family.

I watched Mr Lyon choke on his saliva before composing himself.
"Excuse you?" He rose his brows.

"You kissed me before because you were horny right? Well, I'm-"

"No." He didn't hesitate, he went straight to the point.

Ouch.

I can't find the right words to describe how embarrassing that was.

My face turned red in embarrassed as my brain registered what had just occurred.

I slowly turned my face away from his.

"Oh." I said in a hushed tone. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I could feel Mr Lyon's stare on me.

I felt awful. This was a first for me, I offered a man sex but was rejected.

Maybe he was right, maybe he really did hate me.

My face turned in his direction when I heard a silent chuckle from him. His laughter grew when he saw my face.

"I always knew you were desperate Micah but ......Damn."

I folded my arms with a pout.

"I was only kidding. Even if I was given fifty million dollars, I wouldn't sleep with you."

He suddenly stopped laughing, his face looking so stern.

"What's wrong with me?" He bounced his brows. 

I shifted my position, all of a sudden I felt really nervous.

What is wrong with him?

Nothing physical but he had a lot of problems with that stuck up attitude of his.

"You really wanna know?" I smirked, maybe a wanted to annoy him, just a little.

He had a long stare at me before scoffing. I took that as a 'No'

"I doubt you can turn a lady on." I answered nevertheless.

He cocked his brows and folded his arms.

"You'll be sorry for that." His voice sounded dark and dangerous. His emerald eyes stared at me, though hooded.

I bit my lip. I was playing with fire and a had a damn hose but I was curious to see just how far this fire could burn.

"Prove it."

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This chapter was pretty short.

Buckle up for the next😁💦