Forced Marriage: Escaping Her Monster

"Why, Joel?" she straddled on his lap and kissed his glabella. She didn't like the frown between his eyes. "Why? Why did you go that far for a girl you f*cked at the pub one night?"

"A girl I f*cked?" he let out a snort.

He didn't like that phrase. For him, she never was just a girl he f*cked. Maybe for her, he was just a guy she f*cked?

Whatever! It is understandable if she thought that way if she didn't remember what happened.

He didn't think that sleeping with her that night was very romantic. He didn't consider that as an accomplishment of some sort. Even if she lied about her age, she still was very drunk. She didn't even remember it. He felt guilty about it and he still thinks that he should have avoided it even though she was the one who instigated it.

But he treasured that memory at the same time.

What made a great impression on him are the words she spoke and the intelligent person she is.

He is glad to know that she doesn't hold any resentment towards him for that night and takes responsibility for her actions. And he wanted to know why she never talked about it till now.

"You knew all along?" he decided to clear his doubt.

"No, I remembered just a couple of weeks before..." Jerlina could see his face getting serious. "That day at the pub when I got drunk was the day I remembered. Maybe being there again triggered my memory. Did I call you 'Joel' that night too?" she asked and without knowing a smile bloomed on her face.

"You did," Jeremy placed his hand at her lower back. "What else did you remember?" he asked. His voice got gentle.

This explains why she didn't stop to talk to me afterward. She remembered my beard. Was it a mistake to shave it? But I wanted to look smart when meeting her again.

"Nothing much... I was drunk, we talked, and I- Ugh!" she rested her forehead on his shoulder. "Your lips... in the midst of the beard, and your scent... Your voice... it all made me... Ah, it was first for me... You were my first guy and..." she held him tighter.

"First?" Jeremy wanted to look at her face and held the back of her head. He just felt good hearing that from her. It just proved his doubt.

Jerlina understood he wanted to look at her and sat straight. Her eyes met with his.

"You were the first guy I ever kissed and you were the first guy-" she couldn't bear to look at his face anymore as she blushed. She buried her face in the nook of his neck once more. "Well, you popped my cherry."

She rubbed her face that was burning. But she composed herself and looked at him. She wanted to see his reaction.

He was grinning.

"I don't do this, Joel...I never did this again. I mean, I've gotten drunk, but I never went that far with a stranger. With you, I...Ahhh! And why am I blushing thinking of something that happened ten years ago?" she patted her cheeks.

She noticed a little color at the tip of his nose and his ears.

"Are you blushing too, Joel?" she tried to find her phone to see for sure. But his big hand grabbed her hand and he buried his face on her chest.

"You are, aren't you?" Jerlina held his chin and tried to lift it to observe his face, but she couldn't win against his strength.

"Come on! Let me see!" She struggled to get him to look at her.

She was straddling on his lap and he tried to pull her back holding her waist with his hands. In their playful struggle, Jeremy's thumb accidentally touched the sensitive nub on her chest. Upon contact, Jerlina felt a jolt of electricity flowing through her body.

"What do you want to see?" he looked up. He knew where his finger was touching and although it was accidental at first, he didn't want to move anytime soon. He wanted to do a lot more, but he controlled himself.

He wanted to see how far she'll let him touch her.

His hand was still "there" and Jerlina wondered if he is doing it on purpose or if it is accidental.

"Your face," she casually held his arm to move it away and she saw the little smirk on his face as he traced his thumb over the spot once more before getting his hand away.

He knew!

She pressed her lips to stop her from smiling. She wasn't getting angry at him for touching her.

"You're blushing," she pinched the tip of his nose and he shouted in pain.

"You little..." he gritted his teeth and pulled her closer. Her abdomen was touching his and she was sitting right on his crotch.

Jerlina tried to bend backward to put some distance between them, but he pressed her waist with his hands and fixed her position.

"Knowing that I was your first guy has made me happy," he nibbled her chin. "And..." he looked at her. "You're the only woman I've kissed in the past ten years."

"Really?" Jerlina rested her forearms on his shoulders and looked at his eyes.

"Hmm," Jeremy nodded.

It is the truth. He couldn't kiss another woman after he kissed her and that is one of the reasons he only hired escorts and didn't date any women.

"But you..." Jerlina took in a deep breath. You don't have to necessarily kiss when you have s8x. She knew he didn't have to lie about this and that he is honest.

He loves me that much he couldn't even kiss another woman?

"I thought you might have kissed like a hundred women by now," she bit her lower lips.

She wanted to kiss him as her heart overflowed with an emotion she couldn't discern.

Love?

"Hundred?" he chuckled. "Who do you think I am? Barney Stinson?"

"No..." Jerlina pouted. "Barney was charming and he never had to pay for s*x," she pinched his cheek.

"You little..." he stopped and looked her in the eyes. He didn't want to ruin this good mood by talking about unnecessary stuff.

"I am your first, huh?" he asked.

Jerlina nodded biting her lip. "Yes. And I don't regret that you're my first. How it happened was not perfect, but I never had any ill-feeling towards that guy– towards you... because I remembered how attentive you were. But what happened before is not very important...," she traced her thumb gently over his lower lip.

His lips ARE attractive.

"So... I am your only kiss for a while, huh? "

"Yeah, and you will be the only woman I will kiss, forever," he fixed her hair behind her ears.

If she thinks the past is not that important, that means, she likes the man I am now?

He wanted to kiss her, but he wanted her to initiate the kiss this time. He could see that she wants to kiss him.

Will she?