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I looked up at him; my eyes felt wet with tears. "It was hell, Mark. I wished you were there then. I wished you were there to hold me in your arms like you do now and tell me that they were just meaningless dreams..." I trailed off and a tear rolled down my cheeks.

"Come on, Bel," Mark roughly pushed his chair back and quickly got on his feet. He came around the table and held me by my shoulder. He wiped the lone tear with his thumb, the feel of his arms around me and thumb on my cheek sent shivers down my back. "It's in the past now," he gave me a peck on my forehead. "Don't think about it."

I sniffed and nodded, my grip on the sides of his shirt.

"Now let's not let this sumptuous meal go to waste," he smiled softly and playfully pulled at my cheeks.

He fed me as we ate and I in-turn, poured more alcohol for him as I told him another made-up story about my sick and sad days abroad.

After eating, we cleared the dishes together. All the while, Mark took short intermittent breaks by taking a quick swig from the bottle of alcohol he clung to. Then he'd mutter, smiling drunkenly, "It's just so good. You should try it." He'd stretch his arm toward me and I'd push it back. "It's all yours, Mark," I'd whisper back and accompany it with a sloppy kiss.

Few more kisses and we couldn't get our hands off each other, Mark especially.

I took us upstairs and took off the robe I had over the lingerie. Mark's eyes lit up as he took it in. His lips. ever so slowly curled into a lopsided smile. He pulled me to him and murmured huskily, "I love what you have on."

"You do, don't you?" I giggled and connected our lips in a searing kiss.

I unbuttoned his shirt and pressed my body to his. His groan filled the room and he roughly pushed me to the bed. I had barely caught my breath before he climbed on top of me and straddled me.

His lips brushed against mine teasingly before he pulled my lips in his. The kiss quickly became rough. Mark's lips left mine and traveled downwards. He took his time as he kissed my neck; his lips slightly hovering above my collarbone before his teeth grazed it.

I squirmed beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair and my legs tangled with his as his big hands palmed my breast then he was sliding the light material over my breast, his hot breath made my nipples get even harder.

I

tipped my head up when he suddenly stopped. The look on his face was unfathomable as he stared at my boobs.

"Mark" I called softly and with my hands in his hair, I tipped his head back so he could look at me. "What's wrong, babe?"

"I can't do this," he muttered, his eyes filled with confusion.

"What?" I frowned.

"I have to go home," I flinched as he suddenly pulled away, taking the warmth of his body with him." Sydney is waiting for me.

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I sprang up from the bed at his last sentence. My eyes pricked with tears. "Mark, what are you saying. I'm the one waiting. Look at me," I reached for him but he scrambled off the bed. "She'll leave. She'll go to the bar guy. I have to go."NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

He looked like he was in a trance. "What bar guy?!" I erupted and my loud voice only seemed to knock him to his senses more. I quickly softened my voice, I reached for him and he didn't move away. "You can't go like this, Mark." I brushed my lips against his ear, "You've been drinking. You can't drive in this state. Just stay here for the night."

He jerkily shrugged me off his shoulders and got on his feet. "I can. I can drive....I just have to go home..." he trailed off and staggered out the door.

And just like that, he was gone.

I collapsed on the bed, tears brimming in my eyes as loneliness cocooned me into its depressing embrace. My chest rose and fell as I breathed heavily, my hatred for Sydney