Love Began with the First Meeting

"Who am I?" Brian stopped and frowned. There was confusion in his eyes as he slowly stroked Molly's face with his slender
fingers. Finally, he pinched her chin and drew her face close to his own.
This much close, Molly felt he was even more overbearing and forceful and realized her statement could confuse and displease
him, so she explained,"I... I didn't mean... I meant.."
"What did you mean? Hmm?" Brian interrupted her restless sentences. Calmly, he sneered at her,"Remember, my name is Brian
Long, which is also the name of the man who owns you!"
Though he sounded calm, his dominating character could be felt as he held her chin to draw her closer. He kissed her slightly
open mouth rudely, thrusting his tongue inside brutally. From the way it moved inside, one could tell he was displeased.
"Umm!" Molly moaned from lack of breath. Brian was peremptory in his kissing and she suddenly clenched her fists, trying to
hold back her desire to escape.
There was no sign of affection in the way he kissed. It was just a way to show how strong and possessive he was. Instead of
looking pleased, he looked sullen from the kiss and sucked her lips very hard, feeling her nervousness. His eyes were narrowed
merely to hide the malicious and displeased expression within.
Molly's heavy breathing could be heard throughout the spacious living room. Her groan was pitiful and her lips were numb. It was
becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.
Brian released her from his grip just as she almost was suffocated. He was enjoying Molly's gasps for air and her slightly swollen
lips. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Noticing his mischievous look, she glared at him in fury and spoke,"You won't allow me to go to work. Now will you restrict my
freedom too?" She was gnashing her teeth in rage.
"Come with me after breakfast. I want you to meet someone!" The order was given in an indifferent voice, which was calm as
usual. Molly's question was totally ignored.
He stood up and looked down at Molly who was still sitting in her chair. Then he turned around and walked outside.
There was a light minty smell around her lips, courtesy of Brian. She stared at his back resentfully and, rubbing her lips,
reluctantly followed him out of the house.

The car was moving steadily along the streets in A City. It was still snowing and very cold outside. Although the heater was on,
Molly felt cold. Whenever Brian was around, his coldness upset her and she felt very lonely.
Tony glanced at them in the rearview mirror. Brian was looking indifferently at his laptop, while Molly was looking out the window.
Both of them were silent and lost in their own thoughts.
All of a sudden, Brian's phone rang and broke the silence inside. When he took it out and saw the screen, the corners of his lips
surprisingly twisted into a slight smile which complemented his handsome face.
"Why are you calling me this time?" The tone he used was gentle and pleasant, even if his sentence did not agree, and he
seemed happy when he spoke.
"Brian, I've invited Spark to the charity concert this time!" Wing squealed happily into the phone.
The news seemed to dissatisfy him, as his lips curled slightly. "Are you calling me just to break that news?"
"Oh, don't be jealous!" Wing smiled and added,"You know very well how difficult it is to invite him."
"Humph!" Although gently, he snorted anyway, and replied,"If you wanted to invite him, why didn't you tell me? I could have
helped you."
"Where's the sense of triumph if I have to ask you for help! " Wing rolled her eyes and continued,"And who knows, maybe you
couldn't have invited him..."
"Wing!" The possibility of him not being able to do something seemed to anger him and he roared in a low voice,"I can, and I will
always help you get whatever you want!"
"Okay, okay, fine! I won't joke with you anymore. I don't find it funny anyway," Wing muttered. Then she smiled again and said,"I
am coming to A City in advance. Do you plan on staying there for a while?"
"Yes!" Brian gave a brief reply. "When are you coming over?"
"Well... Maybe about a week in advance of the concert!" she replied. "I'm not really sure. I am going to Vienna first to attend
Spark's concert. Then I will discuss the schedule with him."
"It's up to you!" Brian sounded impatient. "Anything else you wanna say?"

The morose tone made Wing laugh with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. The man sitting across her in the room, who was
helping her sort out some music scores, shook his head. "Of course! I also want to know if you are as well behaved as you were
earlier..."
Brian stayed silent, merely closing his lips and narrowing his eyes.
Before he could respond, Wing popped her next question,"Is Becky in the city?"
Suddenly, Brian's face lengthened and he replied coldly,"She left!"
Stunned by his curt response, Wing frowned and tried to ask with a worried expression,"Well..."
"Don't try to comfort me!" Brian snapped before she could complete her sentence. His eyes were fixed on the stock market
charts on the laptop screen. "I won't look for her this time. If she gave up on me like that, I don't have to get her back!"
Wing's mouth twitched but she didn't say anything. This was Brian's private affair and she knew better than to meddle into that.
Molly was glancing sideways at Brian and his expressions, which were changing continuously since the moment he had picked
up the phone. Beginning with surprise, his face had now become stunned. She wanted to ask who he was once again. He didn't
look as formidable as he had in the Exotic Bar, nor did he look as cruel as yesterday. In fact, his expressions were like those of a
child who hadn't gotten the candies he desired. There was dissatisfaction in his voice, yes. But his tone showed that he cared
deeply for whoever was on the other end of the phone.
Molly slightly furrowed her eyebrows and wondered if he suffered from schizophrenia. She was really confused and couldn't
understand why his behaviour was so different than ever before. Schizophrenia... Or could it be that the person on the other end
of the phone had a special place in his heart?