Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 510 One Blood (Part One)

"Let's make a deal. If you sleep with me, you can see Mark,"

Brian said coldly. His voice was flat and distant.

But his words sent Molly into an outrage as if a bomb had gone off. Without thinking about it, Molly tried to put her fist through Brian's face but he was able to block it.

"How dare you!" Molly spat through her teeth. She glared at Brian, breathing heavily, and her cheeks flushing.

Brian sneered at Molly before pulling Molly in to kiss her.

Before Molly could react, Brian's mouth was on hers. She tried to struggle free but Brian was too strong. Brian accidentally bit her cheek which caused a bit of blood to seep out. This kind of violent kiss was exactly how Molly had remembered it.

"Argh!" Molly grunted. She was overcome with so many emotions: loath, shock, helplessness. She pushed Brian away, hands against his chest. Her eyes were red, her hair a mess. She was absolutely humiliated.

But Brian completely ignored all of this. All he cared about was that Molly was in front of him and he couldn't even think straight anymore.

Molly wanted to break free but Brian had pinned her hands behind her. Brian pulled the belt on Molly's bathrobe so that it would slip down. A single drop of tear fell from Molly's right eye, streaming down to her mouth.

Molly was sobbing as she stared at Brian. She whispered, "Brian, do you really have to do this? Are you so lonely and desperate that you're going to force a married woman into sleeping with you?"

Brian's eyes dimmed at Molly's words. If Molly paid any attention, she would notice that Brian's temples throbbed and that that meant something - whether anger or something else.

"You're right," Brian sneered, "I just want you. I'm desperate for you."

Brian deepened his voice when he said the word "You" as if he wanted to emphasize it so that Molly wouldn't ever forget it.

Before anything else could happen, Molly fell onto Brian's bed.

"Brian, let go of me." Molly flapped her arms and legs in terror. How could Brian do this? No, she didn't want it. She didn't.

The harder Molly resisted, the darker Brian's eyes turned. At this point, Brian wasn't even himself anymore. All he could think about was how he just wanted Molly right then and there. This was how he knew to himself and how he could show everyone that Molly belonged to him. "Brian, let go of me!"

Brian shut her up with a rough kiss. Molly was angry and in despair. She couldn't move, she couldn't do anything but succumb to him. Tears were filling up Molly's eyes again.

This dark shade of blue that tinged his bed sheets only showed how lonely he really was. After all those years of being used to sleeping alone, how did he end up back here? Crazy over Molly again? He craved for her, he desired nothing but her.

"Bri, please don't..." Molly gasped, unable to breathe, "Please!"

Her voice was gasping for air utterly devastated. She didn't want to make the same mistake again. She had spent so much time trying to move past it and she didn't have the energy to do it all over again. She was afraid that this time she wouldn't recover and she would just go crazy, eaten up by her depression.

Brian's heart stung. He could feel his heart constricting. 'Molly, will you get hurt too?

No, you wouldn't.

You're too happy to even notice, 'Brian thought to himself

"Don't?" Brian said icily, "What? You don't want to see Mark any more?" His eyes were deep and gloomy like centuries-old well that would suck up human soul. "Ah..." Molly shouted madly, "Brian, you bastard."

"I'm a bastard?" Brian said grimly, "Mol, I think you've forgotten that I've never been a nice guy."

Brian forced his mouth into Molly's again, this time harder and rougher.

Molly was shaking in fear, tears never running out. She told herself, 'This is it. My life isn't mine at all. I can't believe I once thought I wanted to be with this man.' Suddenly, a knocking sound interrupted the situation.

Sometimes, the knocking sound could be heard from a lower part of the door, as if it had been a child that was knocking.

They both stiffened. Brian scowled. No one would dare interrupt him right now, not even Tony. Then there was only one possible person that could be at that door. Both Molly and Brian's faces dimmed as they thought of this.

Molly stared at Brian, her lips still trembling as the knocking continued. She looked at the door and then at Brian, pleadingly.

Brian stared back at her coldly, "Mark's here. Do you want to see him?"

Molly gritted her teeth in anger. In her mind, she had cursed Brian a million times. "Could you be any more shameless?" Molly retorted.

"Well, I still can be," Brian said as he got off the bed to fix himself. Even though Brian couldn't see Molly, he could feel her fuming from the bed.

Brian's feelings were hurt. As he had regained his poise, he headed to the door. Meanwhile he sneered at himself, 'I have stooped so low to force her to bed?'

'Was this the only way to get her?' Brian added in his mind.

He opened the door where sure enough Mark was standing. Mark was still swinging his fist hardly when Brian opened the door. Mark was taken aback. He lifted his face to stare at Brian.

This kid was just like Molly - stubborn as hell even when they were wrong.

"What's the matter?" Brian asked seriously, "It's so late. What are you doing up?"

Mark licked his lips and asked, "I just heard mom's voice. Did she come?"

Inside the room, Molly was shaking as she heard Mark's voice. She hasn't seen Mark over a month now which meant she hasn't been called "mom" since then. But that word matched with that voice broke her heart to pieces. Pain filled her entire being. She just wanted to forget everything and pull Mark in for a tight hug. 0000000