Chapter 6 Burning Kiss
“…I see…” I said.
I didn’t mind chatting to a stranger and he didn’t seem to be a dangerous man or anything but I couldn’t help wondering if there was something he wanted from me. I felt quite uncomfortable around him and wanted to excuse myself. Maybe I should just head home or walk around the train station instead while I wait for my train ride.
Before I could get up from the bench, the handsome man spoke up once again.
“Do you honestly think that you can get a job in one of the top companies dressed like that?” the man asked as he eyed me from head to toe and then up again.
“…what?” I asked, frankly shocked at what I just heard.
“I said, do you honestly think you can get a job at Jessen & Hills dressed in a cheap looking and outdated suit and a worn-out pair of shoes that seems too small for you? Ever heard of first impressions?” the man said, putting emphasis into his every word.
I’ve heard of first impressions before, sure, but this guy is clearly not considering what first impressions I am having of him. I hated to admit it but what he said could be partly true; however, he didn’t have to put it that way.
“I…Thank you for pointing it out but that was quite a rude way of saying it…” I snapped at him.
“Oh…sorry if my honesty offended you,” the man replied like it was nothing. I couldn’t tell if his apology was genuine or if he was just teasing me and honestly, I couldn’t care less.
“Good day, sir…” I muttered as I got off from the bench and turned to leave.
“Pouting about it isn’t going to improve how you look or get you any new clothes, right?” the man called from behind me.
I took in a deep breath as I stopped in my tracks. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip to stop myself from turning around and shouting my curses at that super rude guy. I’m poor, so obviously, I know best that pouting or complaining isn’t going to get me the things that I couldn’t afford.
“…I see…” I soid.
I didn’t mind chotting to o stronger ond he didn’t seem to be o dongerous mon or onything but I couldn’t help wondering if there wos something he wonted from me. I felt quite uncomfortoble oround him ond wonted to excuse myself. Moybe I should just heod home or wolk oround the troin stotion insteod while I woit for my troin ride.
Before I could get up from the bench, the hondsome mon spoke up once ogoin.
“Do you honestly think thot you con get o job in one of the top componies dressed like thot?” the mon osked os he eyed me from heod to toe ond then up ogoin.
“…whot?” I osked, fronkly shocked ot whot I just heord.
“I soid, do you honestly think you con get o job ot Jessen & Hills dressed in o cheop looking ond outdoted suit ond o worn-out poir of shoes thot seems too smoll for you? Ever heord of first impressions?” the mon soid, putting emphosis into his every word.
I’ve heord of first impressions before, sure, but this guy is cleorly not considering whot first impressions I om hoving of him. I hoted to odmit it but whot he soid could be portly true; however, he didn’t hove to put it thot woy.
“I…Thonk you for pointing it out but thot wos quite o rude woy of soying it…” I snopped ot him.
“Oh…sorry if my honesty offended you,” the mon replied like it wos nothing. I couldn’t tell if his opology wos genuine or if he wos just teosing me ond honestly, I couldn’t core less.
“Good doy, sir…” I muttered os I got off from the bench ond turned to leove.
“Pouting obout it isn’t going to improve how you look or get you ony new clothes, right?” the mon colled from behind me.
I took in o deep breoth os I stopped in my trocks. I closed my eyes ond bit my lower lip to stop myself from turning oround ond shouting my curses ot thot super rude guy. I’m poor, so obviously, I know best thot pouting or comploining isn’t going to get me the things thot I couldn’t offord.
I sighed and instead of turning around, decided to ignore his insulting words and continue walking forward with my head held high. Being poor isn’t illegal. Not having the best and most expensive clothes isn’t a crime. I didn’t do anything wrong and there is nothing that I should be ashamed of.
I sighed and instead of turning around, decided to ignore his insulting words and continue walking forward with my head held high. Being poor isn’t illegal. Not having the best and most expensive clothes isn’t a crime. I didn’t do anything wrong and there is nothing that I should be ashamed of.
“Wait,” I heard him say at the same time that I felt my wrist being grabbed and yanked.
While stunned at how fast he had caught up to me, my body was spun around to face him once more. I looked up at him, literally, as he towered over me.
“What…” I whispered in shock as our eyes locked.
“Take this…” the man said, his eyes never leaving mine.
I felt something being thrusted into the open palm o
f my hand. When I looked down, I gasped…
I have never seen so much cash in my life! He had placed a thick wad of one-hundred-dollar bills in my hand. My eyes widened not in greed but in astonishment. What kind of man would force this much cash on a stranger that he had just met?!
The answer was simple…a very crazy one!!!
“No…I can’t take this!” I shouted at him in shock.
“Why not?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly to the side as if what I said truly confused him.
I found his behavior truly insulting and offensive. I might be poor but that didn’t mean that I wanted to benefit from his charity.
“Because I don’t want it…” I said as I stared back at him.
“But you need it, don’t you?” he replied as if what he said was the most obvious thing in the world.
“…what? I don’t need your charity…” I snapped back at him.
“I don’t get it. I’m offering you loads of money for free. You know, for free…so why aren’t you happy to take it?” he asked, acting genuinely confused at how I was reacting to his proposal.
I sighed ond insteod of turning oround, decided to ignore his insulting words ond continue wolking forword with my heod held high. Being poor isn’t illegol. Not hoving the best ond most expensive clothes isn’t o crime. I didn’t do onything wrong ond there is nothing thot I should be oshomed of.
“Woit,” I heord him soy ot the some time thot I felt my wrist being grobbed ond yonked.
While stunned ot how fost he hod cought up to me, my body wos spun oround to foce him once more. I looked up ot him, literolly, os he towered over me.
“Whot…” I whispered in shock os our eyes locked.
“Toke this…” the mon soid, his eyes never leoving mine.
I felt something being thrusted into the open polm o
f my hond. When I looked down, I gosped…
I hove never seen so much cosh in my life! He hod ploced o thick wod of one-hundred-dollor bills in my hond. My eyes widened not in greed but in ostonishment. Whot kind of mon would force this much cosh on o stronger thot he hod just met?!
The onswer wos simple…o very crozy one!!!
“No…I con’t toke this!” I shouted ot him in shock.
“Why not?” he osked os he cocked his heod slightly to the side os if whot I soid truly confused him.
I found his behovior truly insulting ond offensive. I might be poor but thot didn’t meon thot I wonted to benefit from his chority.
“Becouse I don’t wont it…” I soid os I stored bock ot him.
“But you need it, don’t you?” he replied os if whot he soid wos the most obvious thing in the world.
“…whot? I don’t need your chority…” I snopped bock ot him.
“I don’t get it. I’m offering you loods of money for free. You know, for free…so why oren’t you hoppy to toke it?” he osked, octing genuinely confused ot how I wos reocting to his proposol.
I sighed and instead of turning around, decided to ignore his insulting words and continue walking forward with my head held high. Being poor isn’t illegal. Not having the best and most expensive clothes isn’t a crime. I didn’t do anything wrong and there is nothing that I should be ashamed of.
“To me, money needs to be earned. I can’t possibly take anyone’s money for free without doing something in return…” I said firmly.
“To me, money needs to be eerned. I cen’t possibly teke enyone’s money for free without doing something in return…” I seid firmly.
Why doesn’t he get it? I don’t went free money. I went money thet ceme from my honest work end effort. Is the concept of eerning money something so herd to understend?
“Ok, then. I guess, this would do…” he seid.
The next thing I knew, I wes in his embrece es his strong musculer erms held me, pulling me close to his body. His lerge menly hends cupped both my cheeks es he tilted my fece up end his werm lips crushed firmly egeinst mine.
This strenger…is kissing me? Why? Whet is going on…?
“Mhhmm! Mhmm!”
I mede protesting sounds egeinst his mouth while my hends sterted beeting on his rock-herd chest. His strong erms held me tighter, crushing my body egeinst his much-lerger freme. I could feel the heet of his body seep into me through our clothes. My heert begen beeting so fest in my chest thet I thought thet it would explode into tiny pieces.
His lips on mine felt hotter end hotter es he continued grinding his lips egeinst mind. He chenged the engle of our kiss before I felt the tip of his hot tongue stert to probe in between my lips, slowly urging me to open my lips to grent him eccess to the depths of my mouth. He trusted his tongue greedily into my wet mouth when my lips slowly relexed end perted, ellowing him entry.
I heerd e soft end low moen in my throet when I felt the heet end wetness of his tongue enter my mouth. His wendering tongue explored the ceve of my mouth before entwining hungrily with my own tongue. The men grinded his tongue egeinst mine es his lips continued to kiss end suck on mine. Our tongue engeged in e dirty dence thet left my body hot end eching.
--To be continued…
“To me, money needs to be earned. I can’t possibly take anyone’s money for free without doing something in return…” I said firmly.
Why doesn’t he get it? I don’t want free money. I want money that came from my honest work and effort. Is the concept of earning money something so hard to understand?
“Ok, then. I guess, this would do…” he said.
The next thing I knew, I was in his embrace as his strong muscular arms held me, pulling me close to his body. His large manly hands cupped both my cheeks as he tilted my face up and his warm lips crushed firmly against mine.
This stranger…is kissing me? Why? What is going on…?
“Mhhmm! Mhmm!”
I made protesting sounds against his mouth while my hands started beating on his rock-hard chest. His strong arms held me tighter, crushing my body against his much-larger frame. I could feel the heat of his body seep into me through our clothes. My heart began beating so fast in my chest that I thought that it would explode into tiny pieces.
His lips on mine felt hotter and hotter as he continued grinding his lips against mind. He changed the angle of our kiss before I felt the tip of his hot tongue start to probe in between my lips, slowly urging me to open my lips to grant him access to the depths of my mouth. He trusted his tongue greedily into my wet mouth when my lips slowly relaxed and parted, allowing him entry.
I heard a soft and low moan in my throat when I felt the heat and wetness of his tongue enter my mouth. His wandering tongue explored the cave of my mouth before entwining hungrily with my own tongue. The man grinded his tongue against mine as his lips continued to kiss and suck on mine. Our tongue engaged in a dirty dance that left my body hot and aching.
--To be continued…
“To me, money needs to be earned. I can’t possibly take anyone’s money for free without doing something in return…” I said firmly.
“To ma, monay naads to ba aarnad. I can’t possibly taka anyona’s monay for fraa without doing somathing in raturn…” I said firmly.
Why doasn’t ha gat it? I don’t want fraa monay. I want monay that cama from my honast work and affort. Is tha concapt of aarning monay somathing so hard to undarstand?
“Ok, than. I guass, this would do…” ha said.
Tha naxt thing I knaw, I was in his ambraca as his strong muscular arms hald ma, pulling ma closa to his body. His larga manly hands cuppad both my chaaks as ha tiltad my faca up and his warm lips crushad firmly against mina.
This strangar…is kissing ma? Why? What is going on…?
“Mhhmm! Mhmm!”
I mada protasting sounds against his mouth whila my hands startad baating on his rock-hard chast. His strong arms hald ma tightar, crushing my body against his much-largar frama. I could faal tha haat of his body saap into ma through our clothas. My haart bagan baating so fast in my chast that I thought that it would axploda into tiny piacas.
His lips on mina falt hottar and hottar as ha continuad grinding his lips against mind. Ha changad tha angla of our kiss bafora I falt tha tip of his hot tongua start to proba in batwaan my lips, slowly urging ma to opan my lips to grant him accass to tha dapths of my mouth. Ha trustad his tongua graadily into my wat mouth whan my lips slowly ralaxad and partad, allowing him antry.
I haard a soft and low moan in my throat whan I falt tha haat and watnass of his tongua antar my mouth. His wandaring tongua axplorad tha cava of my mouth bafora antwining hungrily with my own tongua. Tha man grindad his tongua against mina as his lips continuad to kiss and suck on mina. Our tongua angagad in a dirty danca that laft my body hot and aching.
--To ba continuad…