Chapter 26: Chapter 26

**Nancy's POV**

I feel like dying right now. Why should it be always me to be like this?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Tears roll down my eyes as I view the other scenery from my window. How can that be? He was playing with me again?

"Excuse me miss! You're tearing?" a lady beside me asks.

"Sorry, I was just sensitive to the first outside," I say as I put on my sunglasses.

Nancy whom are you lying to? I know myself better than anyone else that my heart is crying like hell right now.

I look outside without even realising what kind of places there. Their beauty isn't even recognized by my mind.

"You're foolish and stupid Nancy!" I say to myself and take a book out to read.

I reach my home quickly. The bus is quicker and I walked to my home. But before I walk to home, I take a public washroom and try to make myself up.

I have been crying and I don't want to show my swollen eyes and my swollen face to my dad and brother. I don't want to ruin his birthday with my ugly face.

I quickly put on some make up on my face after thoroughly washing my face. I don't want them to suspect me even a little bit.

After doing make up, I look myself at the mirror.

Now, no one can think that I had been crying. I look quite fine with make up. Then, I rush back to home.

Dad opens the door.

"Dad!" I say excitedly like nothing had ever happened to me and jump into his arms.

"Yo! My little girl is here. Nathan! Nathan!" he calls my brother and he walks down the stairs with so much of excitement and jumps right in my arms.

"Nan! You look different?" he says.

I blink my eyes couple of times. How can he even notice that I look different right now? What made him suspicious?

"Different? What do you mean by that?" I ask?

"Your make up? It's changed and it makes you look beautiful while you aren't," he makes his face and looks weirdly like a spoiled brother towards me.

"What? You think I am not beautiful? What the hell? Now forget about your PS5 kiddo!" I tease him and walk upstairs to my room.

"I have arranged your room. Hope you like it Nancy," my dad shouts from behind.

"Yes, dad," I say.

Why would I even hate when my room is arranged? My whole life needs to be arranged right now and I don't know from which point should I start to do it. I mean my life.

It is like a jumbled and scattered pieces of puzzle right now and I really don't know how to arrange it by the way.

I put my bags in the bed and then lie down on my back on the bed and look at the ceiling above with my both hands above my stomach.

What if Zion did all of it to Kevin? What if it's truth?

My heart starts to feel guilty. But somewhere in my heart it was shouting out loud.

No! It can't be him. He would never do that. I know him better than anyone. Even though he is of aggressive nature, he mostly hurt people with his words but not with his hands unless it means protecting his closed ones.

And another part of my heart shouts, I am the closest one to him too if be loves me even now. If so then, did he do that for me?

My eyes widens.

No! No! Don't flatter yourself Nancy!

Whatever happened is not a good and the thing that started with wrong never could be right.

So much of thinking and so much of anxiety on my mind and without any solutions.

Then, I hear a knock on my door.

It surely must me Nathan, I guess.

I quickly stand up from my bed and get up to get the door.

'Nathan! Can you pleased give me a space for some time?" I say without opening the door.

But he keeps on hitting the door and I have to open up.

What the hell?

What is he doing over here? Is he insane? How could he come to my house?

"What the hell are you doing over here?" I shout as I see him in front of my door and he palms my mouth and closes the door and locks it and walks me to my study table.

"Don't shout! Your dad won't be happy to see a guy in your room firstly and secondly we need to talk," he says kneeling in front of me and leaving my mouth.

"I don't want to talk even a word. What do you think of yourself? How can you have so much guts to visit me here? Where do you bring all those shamelessness from?" I grunt in a low voice?

My eyes are still not being able to tolerate his betrayal and my heart hurts so much right now.

"First listen to me, will you?" he asks and I stand up and try to walk to the door to open it bit he grabs my hands quickly and pins me against the wall.

"What do you think you're doing?" I scowl.

"The thing I am supposed to do," he says and ties my hands with a scarf, mine scarf which I wore while coming here and covers my mouth with his handkerchief.

"Zion, how dare you kidnap in my own home?" I shout at him with my unclear voice under the handkerchief.

"Shhhh... What rubbish are you speaking? I am here because of my girlfriend you silly girl. Why are you always so hyper? Just calm down we need to talk," he says.

"Go he'll with your talks. I don't want to. I don't want to be involved with you anymore. You can just go to hell," I say even with my unclear voice and I don't know if he has understood any of it.

"I don't want to go to hell alone. I want to go together with you. With you I'm alright even there," he says as he plops on my bed and rests his hands below his head.

How can he plop in my bed like we are so close?

"Get the fuck out of my bed!" I shout at him in a rage and walk to him to kick him but instead he holds my legs and pull me towards him.

I fall over his chest as he snakes his arms around my body and locks it.

"What the hell...," I try to shout but he grips me harder and looks at my eyes fixing his wolfy gazes on me.

"I still remember the fragrance of this bed. It's changed quite a lot but I love this new scent. It doesn't matter whether it has changed it's aura. I am fine as long as it's your bed," he says as he grins with his eyes.

I roll my eyes and try to wiggle out of his body.

"Your wiggling is making me more turned Nan. Do you really want to get out from me or do you want me to be turned on," he says and with the shade of his eyes darkening with his statement, I can understand that be isn't lying.

He looks close to my eyes and then flips our body, so that I am below him and he is over me.

I wiggle even now.

"Are you scared?" he asks me.

Scared? Hell? Why would I? Cause I know he wouldn't do anything unless I give him any hints. He is a guy who never forces himself on woman and that is what I loved the most about him.

The thing be used to do with me used to give me pleasure, used to take me to ninth cloud, to the heaven.

I turn my head on another direction and he gently turns my head to face him.

"You're stubborn but you aren't Nancy if you aren't stubborn," he says and places his lips over mine but handkerchief between us is a barrier.

God! I flinch with his kiss. I know somewhere that this is coming with the position we are in but with handkerchief on my face and my hands tied.

Gosh!

This sounds so ridiculous and dominating.

My eyes flutter as he looks at me after the kiss and he grins like he has won the game.

Fuck!

Why couldn't I just pretend to be harsh on him right now and try to resist him? What's wrong with my body that it never reacts negatively when he touches me?

"Your body know it's owner. It doesn't lie even when you want to Nan," he says and digs his head on my neck and gently places wet kisses and licks it with his tongue.

Oh God!

I love his tongue. It does magic to me. Or I could say more than just a magic.

I leave out a heavy breathe as he licks my skin and a tingling sensation runs through my spines to all over my body.