Love Began with the First Meeting

Almost everyone wants to be happy, but very few of them actually know how to find happiness. Those who live simply tend to be
happy but their number is relatively short. On the other hand, people with complicated lives end up suffering and their number is,
unfortunately, higher.
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Drifting into a light sleep and dream, Molly slowly rolled over into a more natural sleeping position, and the quilt slid down from
over her body. Brian was standing by the door, and was looking at her chest which was moving up and down with her light
breaths. Her bosom was tempting.
He gazed at her for a while. The calmness on his face seemed to have vanished when she had mumbled someone else's name
in her sleep. In fact, he seemed slightly angry.
"BANG!" Brian walked out and shut the door hard. The sudden noise awakened Molly who sat up straight abruptly and
shouted,"Daniel! Are those the debt collectors?"
It took her a few seconds to realize she wasn't at home, and she got completely awake.
Swallowing, she petted her chest lightly. With her heart still pounding, she tried to catch her breath and get some sleep. Just
then, the door opened.
"Who's that?" Molly held onto the quilt, looking at the door. Brian was standing there in his night-robe. "Why are you here?" she
asked.
His face darkened and he replied with a sneer,"Were you expecting someone else?"
Since his face was in the dark, she could not see his expression but she felt the coldness in his voice, and it seemed he wasn't
happy about her query. Molly could feel his piercing eyes in the strained and quiet atmosphere of the room.
She didn't reply. Brian was right. Her question had been instinctive but now, it seemed like a stupid one.
This was his house. Who else would be here?
It made her slightly nervous to think that Brian was in her room. Swallowing, she asked in a panic,"I meant, it's late. Why are you
still here? Shouldn't you go to bed now?"
Looking at her panicky look, Brian's heart sank.

He had come upstairs and followed her into her room after dinner but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because of her rich
expression which had reminded him of Shirley, Wing, and even Becky, and he had wanted to stay with her a little while longer.
Something about her was in common with them and that made him feel at ease. Or maybe it was because she had been lost in
thought at dinner and had ignored him which made him wait for her in her room as she showered to scare her. But when he had
looked at her through the frosted glass, he had hesitated and, to his own surprise, had left her alone.
So he had left to run some errands. Right after that, he could not help walking back, but had found out that she was muttering
someone else's name in her sleep. This had made him so angry that
He had left again. Just as he had taken a couple of steps, he had heard her shouting and walked back in again, without any
further thoughts. He merely wanted to see why she had shouted but her stupid question had irritated him at once.
To him, Molly was just a toy of his in A City, or a pawn to piss Becky off, but it did not mean that she could think of other men in
his house.
He strode towards the bed, staring at Molly tightly, holding her quilt. She was trying to move backwards. He stared at her and
coldly replied,"Did you forget what I said earlier? We are sleeping together tonight!"
Molly's heart skipped a beat. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly. "I...I saw that you had left. So I thought... that you would
rather..."
Before she could finish speaking, he interrupted her,"You thought I would rather do what?" He sat on the edge of her bed, looking
at her trying so hard to be calm. "You thought you didn't need to do anything for me while you were here, Huh?"
She had no response to that question. She tried to say something, but failed.
He reached out and grabbed her chin, pulling her up against him. "You're mine. You should know what you have to do and what
you can't do. I don't expect you to throw yourself at me, but..."
He paused and continued in a different tone,"you have to do what I tell you to." Since she had just been awakened rudely, her
brain wasn't very clear. Still, she felt really nervous while he was speaking.
Right as he finished speaking, he leaned forward to give her a deep kiss, grabbing her chin tightly. "Umm", all she could do was
make that sound.

He stuck his tongue down her mouth. This was totally different from the kiss earlier that night. This was overbearing. He was
sucking her so hard she couldn't feel anything. Molly let him do so like a flower letting a bee suck its nectar.
"Umm..."
She mumbled. It was getting hard to breathe, and she had to suck the air from his mouth. Her heavy breathing pleased Brian,
and he started kissing her more gently. It had started out as a punishment, but now he was beginning to enjoy it. He let go of her
chin and placed his hands on her bosom, rubbing it gently.