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CHAPTER 3

The Ploy

"FINE," Regina told Jefferson, her one hand on his chest as she protect a considerable distance from his body against her on the bed as she rest her weight on her elbow. "What do you want from me?"

He was lunging, leaning on to her being pressed down on the bed. His eyes were fierce, a smoking small gun on his hand, "You will be the mother that my dear Grace never had."

She frowned. "I am not her mother." Her words weighted with tons of bitterness.

He leaned on closer, "You are now."

She wanted to smile, then laugh at his face, but tension wrapped their bodies. "You are crazy, and stupid, and naive."

He tensed up, grabbed her hair from the back of her head to force her to look at his face closer, "And you are just as crazy, stupid and naive as I am. Casting this curse, in fact isn't just crazy, it's psychotic! You are a sociopath with no conscience. You are a monster. You are just a tool for Rumplestiltskin. He never cared about you as a student. You were so young and so naive, and so broken no one will ever love you! Not even your son!"

His words pierced through her heart like million blades lacerating through her flesh. Her vision clouded with tears that she tried to blink away. She shook her head to make him let go of her, but he only tightened his grip. It certainly was painful, but it was nothing compared to the pain that his words had brought to her.

She couldn't contain her anger anymore, and slapped him square in the face. It threw him back a bit. She watched him as her silent tears slowly flowed down her cheeks. He let go of her hair and nursed his cheek.

Then he smiled slowly, maniacally as he turned to her.

For a moment, Regina looked at him, thinking that he was no longer the man that she ran a feud with, always emerging victorious against. Right at that moment, she thought, he was about to win against her for the very first time.

He did not even feel the bleeding cut under his lip when it was directly hit by the ring she was wearing. He forcefully cupped her face as he captured her lips.

Regina tasted the metallic taste of blood on her mouth. He was kissing her, savagely, like it was a power struggle. He couldn't hide his anger in the every movement of his tongue invading her. She tried her best to close off or even bite him off of her. But then he changed tactic...

His kiss became gentle, exploring, yet powerful and enticing. He slid his other hand down her arms, to her back, to her waist. Then it came to her, memories of the time when she used to admire him: she was reminded of how magnificent he truly was.

A tear fell down her cheek as she instinctively closed her eyes. She felt him on her mouth, and she was letting him freely. She was becoming lost in it, that when she was opening herself to him, it stopped. Just when she was starting to answer his kisses, he stopped.

As if brought back to the world, she felt her warm blood rush through her face in embarrassment and hate, as she opened her eyes.

He smirked scornfully at her, spat on the carpet and wiped his lips with his sleeves. He looked at her disdainfully, then he left.

A/N: Yes, I know, it's short. Well, better this than nothing, right? Anyway, I have good news for everyone. I did came up with something, I finally know how this story will play out. Yay! So be generous with me, please review, then expect an update this week. (I'll just finish a side job of wedding video edit, then I'm free to write anything I want).