I'M YOURS PARTLY

EIGHTEEN

    "You're gonna plead  when I begin." He leaned towards her.
Kim gulped. She twisted her neck and tried to maintain a straight face in front of his parents but, his words got to her. His breath tickled her neck, sending shock waves of pleasure down her spines. She gripped his jacket. "Yeah, that's what I thought," He moved away. She looked at him, and he gave her a wicked smirk.

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"Come on," he helped her up and placed his hand on the small of her back to stable her.

  "Where are we going?" she asked, yawning.

  "Home," he said. Kim checked the time on her phone. 3:17 a.m.

  "Finally," she lets out, sighing in relief.

  "You tired?"

"Yes. And I wanna take a warm bath." She gave him a big smile.

  "So sorry but, I don't think you would be sleeping tonight!" He didn't look sorry though. He yanked. He took her zip up. She paused before entering the car. She tried as much as possible to keep her hands to herself.

  "What's wrong?" He places his hand on her lap, she looked at him,

  "It's nothing" she shook the thought out of her head. She wasn't on any pill, how could she be reckless?

  "You sure?"

She sat quietly. He leans to kiss her.

  "Miran," she stops him, looking at Tony.

  "Okay, fine." he took his hands off.

   They arrived at his hotel, she opened the door and stepped into the elevator. She stood opposite him, he watched her move away from him.

  "Wanna tell me what's going with you?" He came closer to her. Kim tried to move, he pulled her holding her tight.

  "It's nothing," she says, awkwardly embarrassed.

"Nothing?" He kissed her forehead, "Did I say or do something you didn't like?"

   "No, not that."

    "You have to tell me, or did something happen? You seem a little off since we left."

  "Miran?" She gave him a sideway glance.

"Okay, I'm sorry." He lets her go. "Remember? We talk and sort it out."

"I know," she held his arm, her voice flattered when his eyes softened.

"So what's wrong?" He says, worriedly.

"I'm not on the pill," she mumbles.

"What?" He leaned closer to hear her.

"The pill," she repeated, her lashes tittered down. She could not hold his gaze.

"I see. Should I prepare a flight back to California tomorrow, you can take a shot there," he says in an overly quiet tone

  "What about you?"

  "Do I have to take a shot with you?" He chuckles.

  "No. I mean, ain't you coming to California?" She asked.

  "No, I have to take care of something... business," he says, her finger grazing his lips

  "Okay," she nods.

  "Tony would escort you, so you don't feel lonely flying," he says.

  "No, I can go by myself." she released a warm smile.