A/N: There is a NONCON LEMON here. For Disclaimer, refer back to PROLOGUE
Chapter 3: Sin
Argilla lay on their bed that night, thinking of Heat. It had been a full week now that she had broken off her contact with Heat. She had gone totally out of her way to just avoid him. Heat had been resilient though. He tried waiting for her after her shifts ended but she managed to slip past him by stammering an incoherent excuse and dashing through the nearest door. He had tried calling her at her cell phone but it was a problem that was easily remedied; she switched off her phone. It was just a good thing that he didn't know her residence number. But, he did know where she lived. In that, she knew that he wouldn't come to visit her there; no, that would be inappropriate.
She lay there; thinking of him and how she had hurt him. Now that she thought about it, now did she realize that there really wasn't a reason why she was avoiding him in the first place. Heat was her friend; he would understand her situation and decision had he only been told. But he hadn't been told because she had been too insecure and embarrassed to say anything. Argilla slapped herself on the forehead; by her avoiding Heat, it had only escalated her problems. If before she had a dysfunctional marriage, now, she had a dysfunctional marriage, a ruined reputation and had lost the only ally that she had, Heat.
Her heart sank, 'I suppose that I would have to tell Heat…He deserves an explanation…'
The low muttering outside had broken her out of her reverie. Serph was home. Argilla felt her heartbeat grow erratic. She felt nervous for some reason; and she also felt dirty. She immediately realized that it was guilt. She hasn't done anything but felt it nonetheless. She remained still, not daring to move a strand of hair as she felt him moving inside their bedroom. She bit her bottom lip as she felt his weight sink down on their bed.
Serph buried himself under the covers; it was a relatively cool night and so he resorted to getting into bed in only his boxer shorts. The Embryon Project had been going smoothly. But lately, there had been problems. The clients had threatened to pull out the funds if their desired results weren't met. Serph groaned in frustration. He needed to feel warmth tonight. Immediately, his eyes wandered from the ceiling to the lump that occupied the right side of his bed; his wife. He missed her terribly; he missed her smile, her laugh, her touches, her kisses. He missed all that and he wanted to feel it again.
He drew himself close to her body and he felt her stiffen. So she wasn't asleep after all. Serph pulled her by her thin waist and drew her near to him. He drew his arms around her shoulder got himself on top of her. She stiffened again but he paid it no heed. Serph nuzzled his face on the crook of her neck and began trailing wet kisses on it. Argilla moaned; she missed this. She missed having to make love to him, but no matter how much she missed this, she knew that she couldn't do this with him; not tonight. Not when she had a lot of mental and emotional turmoil to sort out.
She rested her hands on his chest and slowly pushed him away. Serph gave her a confused look and whispered into her ear seductively, "I want you…"
"Serph…" she hesitated.
"I want you…" he whispered again, his breath on her mouth. She didn't have the time to react as he suddenly crushed his mouth to hers. Argilla gasped and Serph took it as an opportunity to invade her mouth. He kissed her passionately; his teeth biting her lips and his tongue almost gagging her. Argilla didn't like this; she didn't like it at all and she tried pushing him off her again. Serph began to feel annoyed with Argilla's protests, and so, he grabbed her two thin wrists with his one hand and held them above her head.
Burning with defiance, Argilla attempted to turn her whole body sideways, but he had anticipated it and straddled her, pushing her down with all of his weight and effectively making her unable to use her legs. She tried reasoning with him but it proved useless as her mouth was held captive by his hungry one. He finally released her lips and set out to conquer her neck and collarbone. No sooner than she had regained the ability to speak that she attempted to thwart his plans, "Serph…please I…"
Serph stopped his ministrations and gazed at her, his eyes glazed with lust. Argilla was frozen by his look and he spoke, "I will have you tonight." His tone was that of finality. Argilla knew that whenever he said anything in that tone, he would do it. A part of her wanted to give up her struggles, arguing that it was futile. Another part of her wanted to make love to him, not have sex with him. It was that part that wanted her to preserve her struggles. It was this half of her that wanted her to fight with all her might, making her remember all of the painful things that her husband had said to her.
Serph could see the internal battle within his wife. He knew Argilla; he knew that no matter how much she struggled at the beginning, she would mellow down and submit to him in the end. He resumed his kisses on the jugular of her neck, while his left hand still held both of Argilla's wrists captive. His other hand, in the meantime, had taken it upon itself to explore his wife's hot and smooth flesh that lay hidden from beneath her simple white-laced nightgown. Serph slowly pushed the garment upwards with his right hand, and he felt her smooth skin on his palm. She tasted good and she felt good; she had always tasted and felt this way to him. He could feel himself hardened at the feel of her. He pressed himself harder against her and she could feel him in her thigh; she gasped, "Serph! Please! Not tonight!"
Serph had just been in the process of pulling the garment off of Argilla when he heard her gasp. She was still resisting him; and he didn't like it. And so, with a sudden feeling of urgency, he suddenly tore her gown off. Serph removed his face from her neck in order to get a view of his now bare wife beneath him. Truly, Argilla was the most beautiful woman that Serph had ever had. She had soft, glowing and creamy white skin, a thin waist, and curves at all the right places and plump breasts that made her all the more inviting. She had turned her head sideways as if she was ashamed, "Don't be shy Argilla…" he soothed her.
She looked him in the eye again, "Serph…please…"
He hated it when she did that; begging him to stop. He stripped himself of his boxer shorts. He had already made up his mind. He needed her that night; and he was going to have her, whether she liked it or not. Serph forced her legs apart by forcefully wedging his right leg in between them. Argilla had tried her best to keep her legs together but the force of his leg was just too much that she had no choice but to accommodate him.
Serph positioned himself in between her legs while his mouth plundered hers. His face slanted on hers, intent on devouring her lips and tongue. He couldn't get enough of her; kissing her, he mused, produced a feeling within him that could be closely described as intoxication. It was as if her mouth had produced wine or alcohol that Serph found it impossible to tear himself away.
Serph's hair on his skin began to stand when he felt her nipples harden against the flesh of his bare chest. He momentarily tore his lips from hers and trailed kisses from her jaw line into her chest, where his lips rested on her flesh's peak. He took her into his mouth and suckled on it with the same urgency that he had for her lips. Argilla squealed as he bit and then sucked the sensitive flesh. Her hands had ceased their attempt to escape and lay there, motionless.
Serph smiled internally for he felt that she had stopped her struggles, just as he thought she would. His left hand released her wrists and went to fondle the unattended breast. She moaned again, her hands automatically latching themselves onto his shoulders. Serph chuckled from her flesh and positioned himself into her entrance. He knew that he needed her and needed her now; and so, he spread her legs wide apart and suddenly thrust himself into her. Argilla involuntarily arched her back to him. Serph gritted his teeth, feeling immense and unexplainable pleasure as her tight walls clenched around his throbbing member. He then drove himself deeper into her, setting a barrage of violent thrusts.
Argilla felt herself being lost and detached of the real world as she only felt Serph within her. All the objects around her seemed to blur and fade from her eyes and her mind as her whole body screamed for him. Serph grabbed her thighs and used the leverage to slam even faster into her. Argilla clawed him in the back as she panted and moaned uncontrollably.
Soon, they reached their oblivion and he released himself in her and then collapsed on her, totally spent. Argilla felt his essence enter her. He slowly pulled himself out of her but made no move to move off her. He soon fell asleep this way, not knowing that his wife had been crying.
Argilla felt her eyes brim with tears as she held her husband to her bosom. She loved him so much and believed in doing everything for him; but tonight had been different. Tonight seemed so artificial to her that she felt that he was just using her. Others would argue that sex was sex; but to Argilla, she never considered copulation as just casual sex. She believed that it was a means to attain a deeper level of boding between a man and a woman. She had wanted to make love to Serph, not to have sex or fuck. And what she had just done was not love; it was anything but making love.
With these heavy thoughts, Argilla slowly fell asleep.
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Serph opened his eyes slowly. He felt great; he felt warm and revitalized. He also felt a warm body with a beating heart pressed against him; his wife. He stared at her for a moment. Her pink hair was disheveled and was sprayed on the pillow beneath her head. Her luscious lips were parted and were swollen. He also observed the hands that clung to him and his gaze trailed over to her wrists where he saw slightly purple marks; he also saw fresh pink and red marks all over her skin; on her neck, her collarbone and on her shoulder. He knew that she would have more of those marks all over her body; most especially her chest area.
Serph also knew that it was because of him that she had those marks. He marked her. He then remembered her protests last night and his relentless advances to which she finally submitted after protesting enumerable times. He had been selfish, he knew, but he also justified his action, believing that it was perfectly normal for a man to crave for his wife in some days. For him, the craving and lust was just too overwhelming for even him to control.
His mind then wandered to the Embryon Project. They were to check the subjects' status today and run another series of trials and tests on the subjects as well as see their performances. He groaned; he just had to bring in results in order to sustain the project and eventually make it successful and revolutionary.
He slowly disentangled himself from his wife and headed for the lavatory, stopping midway to glance at her one last time. She hugged herself and clutched the sheets around her for warmth as the primary source of warmth had disappeared. He smiled; she had always appeared that way to him; vulnerable. That, he mused and sneered, was why she needed him. She needed him to protect her and shield her from the harsh realities of life. Argilla would never be able to survive and live the way she did now, without him. That was Serph's ace in the hole. She was his and will continue to be his for the rest of her days.
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Argilla woke up to a sore feeling in between her legs. It was six AM. She felt around the bed for her husband and wasn't surprised when she saw that he had already woken up. She sat up on the bed, pulling the sheet around herself even tighter and tried to stand up. She hissed as she felt the sore feeling of her body overwhelm her and she immediately sat down again.
The door to the lavatory suddenly opened to reveal her husband. Argilla naturally appreciated the sight before her; his silver hair was wet with water dripping from it. His chest was bare; showing his finely toned muscles and was only clad in a white towel wrapped around his waist. His steely grey eyes peered over her as if he were assessing her from head to toe.
Serph, to say the least was flattered at what he saw; his little wife was no doubt exhausted and sore from their activity.
"Are you alright?" he asked flatly. Argilla blinked, slightly stammering, "Yes…yes I am…I'm sorry."
She stood up again, trying to disguise her discomfort by casting her head down. She slowly limped toward the lavatory when she felt his arms steady her at her elbows, "If you're ill, you shouldn't go to the hospital today."
Argilla felt a flicker of hope in her chest; was he concerned about her?
"You'll just be a burden to everyone else there." he deadpanned coldly.
Her hopes again had been shattered. He just didn't respect her. He probably just saw her as a trophy wife; beautiful, not very quick witted and utterly dependent. She felt her heart sting with sadness and she snatched her elbows from him, "I'm fine. You better get ready or you'll be late."
With that, she closed the door behind her leaving a dumbfounded Serph in their bedroom.
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Argilla stepped into the locker room receiving strange glances from her fellow nurses. She paid them no heed as she walked toward her own locker and took out her uniform. It was then that someone had tapped her on her shoulders, "Hey there!"
Argilla immediately turned around to see Sam, her fellow nurse. Sam was one of her friends at the hospital. Argilla didn't keep many friends. In fact she only had a selective group. Heat was one of them, having been her college mate and classmate. The others were Gale, Cielo and Roland who were also her college mates. Unlike Heat, whom she only met during college, the three males she had met during her preschool days. They had been neighbors when they were ten. As they grew up, they became closer but then had to separate when they graduated from college. Cielo became a dance instructor, Gale had become a professor of engineering at University of Karma City and of Roland-she had no news of.
She missed those times, but she knew that bringing back those times were near to impossible. Each of them had separate lives and lived in completely different worlds now. Actually, it was just by coincidence that she had been able to find Heat at all.
Now, she had other friends and Sam was one of them. Sam was a brunette with a small nose and had a pair of full lips. Her eyes slightly resembled that of an Asian and were of the color blue. She wasn't as tall as Argilla; she was slightly shorter and younger than her as well with a good figure to match.
"Hey…what's up girl? I haven't seen you in while! I understand you've been doing some disappearing with Dr. O'Brien!" she winked suggestively.
Argilla blushed like mad, "What? Where did you hear that?"
"Around. People talk you know."
"I know; I believe me I know." Argilla rolled her eyes exasperatedly. People simply didn't know how to mind their own business.
"And I haven't been 'disappearing' with Heat, it's jus-"
"Ooohhh…so, it's 'Heat' now is it?" Sam teased.
Argilla crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "Sam, would you listen to me for just a second?"
"Okay, okay!"
"Heat is a friend whom I met in college. I'm married; I'd never think of cheating on Serph!"
Sam chuckled, "I know! It's just that you're fun to tease is all! I tried telling the others that you're not like that! You're M-A-R-R-I-E-D I told them!"
Argilla smiled, "Thanks, well, anyway I gotta run!"
Sam waved her hand, "See ya!"
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Heat O'Brien sat on his couch, thinking. 'I should be at work…but I don't feel like it. Maybe I should let them know," his hand reached for the phone to dial the hospital's number but stopped midway, "Nah…Argilla might…nah, she wouldn't ask about me."
He scowled, "Why would she? After all, she had been avoiding me for the past week."
His thoughts had once again centered on his pink-haired friend. He completely forgot about informing the hospital. Besides, he said he didn't feel like it so, forget it. He sighed. He knew that this would happen. He just didn't think that it would be this soon. His feelings for her were being difficult to control and much difficult to hide. He groaned as he remembered the incident at the café. She had caught him staring at her, not once but twice!
'How obvious can I be?' he asked himself lamely. Heat was no reprobate. He knew where he stood with her. Argilla would never give him the time of day. Sure, he was good looking, with a good salary and her close friend, but she was married and she was in love. She was in love with just one man, and he just wasn't that man. He groaned once more, 'How could I be thinking about this?' No matter how hard it was for him, he'd never attempt to steal Argilla from her husband or try to ruin their relationship. Argilla had a good life going for her and she didn't need him ruining it for her.
But, he also knew that he couldn't keep this charade forever. He was going to have to tell her sooner or later. But, he wouldn't do it to ruin her relationship with Serph and have her build a relationship with him! Hell no! If anything, his confession would have her alienated from him, probably for the rest of their lives! Argilla would never look at him the same way. She would always have this lingering thought that 'maybe this guy just wants to get into my pants.' Heat sighed; this was the scenario that he was trying to avoid from the very beginning. But what did he do? Like a moth to a flame, he felt compelled to get as close to her as possible, even if it meant being swallowed alive.
Now that he thought about it, he didn't really have a plan to resolve this issue with her. He knew that he was going to tell her about his feelings, but then what? What happens after that? She would, most probably avoid him, making their few moments together at the hospital all the more awkward. How will they begin to interact then? Would he have to leave again? That was the most sensible thing to do, he mused. But he loved this town; he had already made a home out of this town; he had friends and family here and now he planned to leave it? He didn't want to; he doesn't want to. But what of Argilla?
'Well, we'll just have to settle this like adults. It's no use running away…'
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Argilla had waited all day for him. But all her attempts had been in vain. She tried to find out his schedule, but the front desk said that he hasn't showed up as yet. She waited for him at his old haunts; the café, the cafeteria, and even looked for his car at the parking lot. But she couldn't find a ghost of a trace of him.
It was just around 5 PM, when her shift ended and still no sign of Heat that she decided to pay him a visit. She quickly drove to his condo and rang the doorbell, nervousness gripping her neck tightly.
Heat ran for the door as he heard the bell, 'Who could that be? I didn't order any pizza.'
As he opened the door, surprise overwhelmed his senses as he saw who stood out by the door, "Argi…what are you doing here?"
"I know that you didn't show up today, so I came to find out what was wrong." Argilla stated slowly, her eyes glazed with sadness, worry and guilt. Heat felt himself melt at the sight of her but spoke, "How did you know?"
"I know because," she began to fidget with the sleeve of her coat, "because I waited all day for you. But, I never saw you, so I came by. I hope you don't mind…"
Heat smiled warmly at her, "Come on in Argi. It's getting cold."
Heat put an arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her inside, "Give me your coat and make yourself at home!"
"Thanks Heat."
Argilla sat herself on one of Heat's comfortable chairs that was near the fireplace. Argilla stared into the dancing flames in the fireplace. She saw herself, Heat and Serph in a tangled heap. She sighed; it was her life. Her whole life was such a big messy heap. On one side, she has a cold husband and at the other end, she had a feisty friend. Friend? Did she really think of him as a friend? 'Yes, of course I do. Could there be anything else?'
She snapped out of her daze as Heat snapped his fingers by her eyes, "Hey! You're officially freaking me out! You just zoned out!"
Argilla pouted playfully, "Hey! That's my line! Get your own!"
The two giggled at their childish behavior and then, as quick and sudden their laughs came, as quick and sudden their silence followed.
"So, what brings you to my humble abode?" he asked earnestly, breaking the ice between them.
He noticed, once more that she began to fidget on her sleeve, her eyes cast down, lips slightly trembling. She had something to say; something important. Heat could feel his muscles tighten with anticipation.
"I came to…I came to apologize." she gently and slowly spoke.
Heat raised an eyebrow, confused, "For what?"
"For avoiding you without a valid reason…" she said slowly, her voice laced with guilt.
He said nothing and she continued, "It's just that…for the past week or so, I noticed that the staff was changing their attitudes about me. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but last week, when I came to the locker rooms, I heard them talking about us Heat."
Heat drew his chair closer to hers and took her hands in his, "What? What were they talking about?"
Argilla stared at his warm hands embracing her own and smiled, but then, the smile faded away and she sighed, "Heat…they…" she hesitated and he squeezed her hands for support.
"It's embarrassing to say this myself but…"
She but her bottom lip and continued, "They…think that you and I are…that we're…"
"Having an affair?" he asked; his voice low and sad.
Her eyes immediately flew up to meet his gaze, "Yes…How did you know?"
Heat smiled sadly and closed his eyes, sighing, "How did I know? How could I not know?"
Argilla gave him a puzzled look, "What do you mean?"
Heat suddenly stood up, snatching his hands away from hers, effectively startling her, "Damn it Argilla!"
Argilla gasped, she didn't expect this kind of reaction from him. Heat ran his hand through his hair in frustration and continued, "Isn't it obvious Argi?"
"What is it Heat? Whatever it is, you can tell me!" she said, standing up after him, her hand clutching her heart.
Heat, who was pacing around the room, stopped and regarded her gaze with a stern one of his own, "Are you sure you can do that Argilla? Are you sure that you can bear to hear what I have to say?"
Argilla's eyes burned with determination, "I'm your friend Heat! Whatever faults or shortcomings you may have, I am willing to accept! I believe in you! Please, tell me what's wrong!"
Heat regarded her with a steely glance and slowly walked up to her, not saying a word. Argilla saw his marching form but neither moved a strand of hair nor an inch from where she stood. When he was but a few inches from her body, she felt blood rush through her cheeks. She wasn't used to such close contact with males; friend or otherwise. Heat was obviously penetrating her personal space and it made her feel terribly awkward. The only person she ever allowed to do that was her husband; no one else.
Heat suddenly grasped her arms, suddenly but gently, and looked into her unsure pink eyes, "Argilla…"
Her lips trembled, and his eyes gazed upon them, "W-what…?"
She looked at him, suddenly her feelings being unsure for the very first time. She had always regarded Heat as a friend and nothing more but from the way he was gazing at her now, she didn't know how to react. His visage changed instantly. She couldn't place her finger on it but she knew that the way she looked at him definitely changed.
The two continued to stare at each other when Heat took the braver step and closed the small space in between them giving her a chaste kiss on her lips. Argilla stood there, frozen at what Heat has just done. He was kissing her closed lips; he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, nipping gently as if to persuade her lips to part and let him in. Argilla felt her world become hazy as she felt lost in his kiss. She slowly and instinctively parted her lips, accepting his offer. Heat immediately parted her lips with his tongue and relished in the warm feeling of tasting her.
He knew that when the kiss ended, everything would return to the way it was before. He would be Dr. Heat O'Brien and she would be Mrs. Argilla Sheffield. But he didn't want to think about that right now; right now, all that mattered was that he was Heat and she was Argilla. A man and a woman brought together by mutual need and need for comfort.
Just as quickly the kiss had started; it had ended just as quickly. Heat withdrew from her and took a step back, staring at her face with widened eyes. Argilla's hand flew up to cover her lips, her eyes widening as well.
"Argilla…I'm sorry…" he stammered.
"Why…?" Argilla asked, her eyes searching his. He understood; she asked him why he kissed her. Why did he treat her differently now? Why was he acting strange? Why did he look at her the way he did now?
"Because I love you…" he said slowly, sighing, "I always have…but I never had the chance to tell you. I always thought that my feelings for you would fade one day, and so, I left. When I finally convinced myself that my feelings for you had faded, I came back, only to have them flooding back when I saw you again."
Argilla bit her bottom lip, "Heat I…"
Heat put up a hand, signaling her to stop, "Don't say it Argilla. I know that you'll never love me. So, just stop it."
Argilla moved closer to where Heat stood and encircled him in her arms. Heat was surprised at the warmth that she provided but was confused by her actions, "W-what are you doing?"
"Heat…" Argilla stammered, her voice muffled due to her face being buried in his shirt, "I don't know, but I feel like this is the right thing to do…"
Heat's arms grasped her shoulders and stepped back, putting space in between them, "Argilla…Argi…I know that you're trying to comfort me. Believe me, I'm fine. There's nothing else that would bring me happiness than to see you happy. And if you're happy with Serph, then I won't stand in your way."
At the mention of her husband's name, Argilla's eyes watered and tears flowed freely. Heat immediately took her hands, "I was right wasn't I? There is something wrong with the two of you. Do you want to talk about it?"
Argilla turned away from him, snatching her hand away, "No…I'm fine. Thanks anyway."
"Why do you continue to act like there's nothing wrong Argilla? Damn it Argilla! Why are you so stubborn?"
Argilla's eyes blazed with anger, "Because it's none of your business! Whatever problems I have with Serph, I will sort out! I don't need anyone's help!"
Heat said nothing but advanced on her, trapping her in his strong arms. Argilla's lips quivered, "W-what are you doing?"
"I don't know, but I feel like this is the right thing to do…" Heat said, mimicking her. Argilla surrendered and laid her head on his chest, "Thank you…"
"Anytime Argi…"
She looked up at him only to see his eyes staring into her own; eyes glazed with longing and loneliness.
"Heat…"
She didn't know what came over her but no sooner that she uttered his name did she pull his face down to hers and kissed him. Heat couldn't hold control any longer and tightly held the woman in his arms, kissing her passionately. He parted her lips with his tongue and dove into her mouth with reckless abandon. Argilla responded to his kiss and met his tongue head on. Heat slowly backed her towards the wall while his left hand held the back of Argilla's neck, holding her in place.
Argilla's back hit the wall but she didn't care. Her hands tightly clutched Heat's shirt and continued to kiss with urgent fervor. Only when she saw Serph's face flash in her mind did she recollect the fact that she was married and that Heat was her friend.
She opened her eyes abruptly and pushed him away slowly, "Heat…we…we shouldn't…"
Heat sighed, closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on hers, "I know…but…it's just so unfair…"
He took her in his arms again and whispered, "I want you so much Argilla…"
Argilla remained silent in his arms, shutting her eyes to hold back the tears.
"I'm married…" she whispered.
"But you love me…" he retorted.
"I…" Argilla didn't know what to say; her words were choked even before she could attempt to express them.
"I know you do…"
"Heat…" Argilla pulled herself away from him to put some space in between them; just enough for her to see his eyes. She looked at the form of the man before her. Heat's eyes were full of desperation and his hands gripped her shoulder and waist tightly. He was pleading to her. His eyes pleaded and begged for her to confirm what he had just claimed.
"I know when I felt the way you kissed me…" he whispered.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about…"
She attempted to get passed him but he pinned her to the wall, "Look at me Argilla." She did as she was told and she was met with his fiery red eyes, "I know that you have feelings for me as well. I have done nothing but do the right thing for the past 3 years. I'm through with all that. I love you so much, and if it means being wrong, then so be it."
She gazed sadly at him, "Heat…we can't."
"Why not?" he asked as if he was pleading.
"Because I'm married…" she whispered back, her voice cracking as a choke drowned itself in her throat as she subdued it.
"But you're unhappy."
"I don't love you…" she said slowly, casting her eyes down.
"Look me in the eyes and say that." he challenged. Argilla looked up at him and said flatly, "I don't love you."
"Liar…" Heat smiled, "I've always known when you lied you know…" He released her and took several steps back, "I meant what I said back there Argilla. I want you and only you. I know that you love me. But, the choice is yours. I just want you to be happy. I won't ruin your relationship with Serph. I want you to choose…I don't need to tell you what you feel for me, for I already know. Do what you think is right Argi."
"I… shall think it over. I better get going, Serph is coming home soon." The moment she said his name, Heat's blood boiled. He never used to before, but now that he had a taste of her, he suddenly felt possessive. He knew it was stupid to feel possessive over something or someone that didn't even belong to him. He stared at her, "You better get home then; wouldn't want you guys to have a fight."
Argilla ignored his sarcasm and headed for the door, not sparing him a glance.
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