Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)
Chapter 78

He sticks out his tongue, licks his lips, and looks at me.

My heart beats faster for no reason, and I feel my face turn red. Is he hitting on me?

"Salty and bitter," he says.

"What?" I look at him quizzically.

He's not answering my question, is he?

He approaches me again, whispers into my face, "Don't you want me to taste your tears? They're salty and bitter."

What the hell? "Hey, can you be more serious..." I feel shy and embarrassed.

Then he suddenly puts me into his arms and gags me with his mouth.

I try to push him away but I can't. He kisses me harder and harder, and I even feel blood in my mouth.

When the kiss is finally over, we stand still. After a while, he slowly lets go of me.

The sight of the blood around his mouth makes my heart ache. But my sanity prevents me from wiping it off.

"Why don't you bite me? Don't you hate me?"

He asks me with a smile.

"I hate it when you go against my will."

"Chelsea, you've only been gone for a few days and you're already rejecting my kiss."

His words give me a pang in the heart. I really want to hug him and tell him he's wrong. I don't want to be near him because I don't want to depend on him anymore. It's so hard to take someone out of my life. I've been through losing Callen and my mom. If I go back to Harrison and lose him again, I might actually die of pain.

I have so many things to say, but I just can't say a word.

He takes my silence as acquiescence. He stands up straight and wipes the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand.

After a moment of silence, he says, "No wonder you don't feel lonely. Callen's with you."

I look at him and shake my head. "I met him by accident today. I'm not with him."

"He was waiting for you in your community by accident? Do you think I'm a fool, or do you mean he's crazy about you?" He doesn't sound like he believes me. But I don't need his trust, do I?

I purse my lips into a smile. "You misunderstood. No man goes crazy for a whore, right?"

Squinting his eyes, he pinches my chin and sneers.

"A whore?" He chuckles. "You think you're a whore? So in your eyes, I spent all that money just to sleep with a divorced woman?"

When people laugh at me because I'm divorced, I can pretend to be cool.

But Harrison is special to me. Every hurtful word he says will kill me. I've never hated being a divorced woman as much as I hate now. Every word of his is like a knife to my heart...

I gaze at him through a mist of tears. "Right. You're an idiot. I'm not worth the money you spent. Maybe the universe asked you to help me. "There are a lot more people who need help than you do."

I stop talking, trying my best to hold back my tears.

My silence exhausts his patience. He lets go of me so suddenly that I almost fall down. Luckily, I hold the door.

He chuckles. "Were you this weak in Callen's arms?"

My head is all messed up, so I nod casually and say, "I'm not gonna get anywhere with him anyway. It's important to have fun while you can."

"You are really not picky at all."

"And neither are you. Why else would you sleep with me?"

He doesn't say a word.

The urge to cry wore off. I turn around and open the door. Leaning against the door, I say, "I'm not feeling well today. If you ever want to bang me, give me a call."

I said it with a smile, but I couldn't look at him.

I was afraid that if I looked into his eyes, I would cry or hug him and beg him never to leave me again.

I know he wouldn't fall in love with me if I begged him, so I'd rather have never begged him. I want to keep my last shred of self-respect.

He probably already thinks of me as a woman without self-respect, though.

"You're incredible!" After saying that, he leaves without looking back.

The moment he steps out of my door, I directly close it, and then lean back against it. My body slowly slides down, and I squat on

the ground to hug myself tightly with tears.

Finally, I no longer had to worry about being abandoned or about him replaceing out how I feel about him.

He's gonna get that black card tomorrow. He might think I'm just being sanctimonious.

We didn't speak again for more than a week. I've gotten used to being alone. All I have left is eating, sleeping, watching TV and looking for a job.

But my job search didn't go so well.

Callen has called me several times, but I just declined his calls. I don't know how to respond to his offer. I want to know the truth of my mom's death, but I don't want to be with him. "Hello?" I get a call from Sienna.

"I haven't seen you in a while. Come over to the bar!"

She's still as lively as before, as if she has nothing to do with anything unpleasant.

It's been a long time since I've been out, and I really need to relax myself, so I agreed.

I wear a dress and trench coat and put on light makeup. Then, I take a cab to the bar.