Chapter 44: Chapter 44

JUNE

Mark looked shocked by my words. He hit the

brake so hard, I was sent flying forward…

Okay, not to that extent. But I hit my head on the glove compartment box and almost got a nosebleed because of it.

“What the hell did you just say, June?!” He turned to face me, looking like he didn't expect such words to come from my mouth.

He didn't look mad, parse.

“What?” I rubbed my forehead with my brows narrowed at him. “Why did you suddenly hit the brake?!” I furiously rubbed on my forehead.

“I'm sorry.” He looked guilty. “How is your forehead? Did it hit too hard?”

“No, it's okay,” I sighed, still rubbing on my forehead until I was certain it must be red because of the friction of my fingers.

“I was just shocked. That was why I did it. Forgive me?" He smiled nervously, “I was—”

“So, will you do what I asked of you?” I went straight to the chase because I knew I might back down if I was left to think deeply about this.

I have already made up my mind to lose my virginity, and I will do that. Kristin doesn't deserve it any more. Not after the harsh way he spoke to me.

There is no telling what he's up to at the moment. He might be on the phone with that witch, Edith. Just thinking of her makes me feel the urge to…

“Are you even listening to me?”

I blinked when he waved his palm in my face, trying to get my attention back to him.

“What's wrong with you?” I folded my arms and pretended like I wasn't thinking of my uncle when I had just asked him to sleep with me.

“You.”

“So…. Are you going to do it?” I unfolded my arms and raised a brow at him, trying not to look nervous because how the hell am I supposed not to be?

I'm about to lose my damned virginity!

He swallowed, running his fingers through his hair, “Are you certain?” He looked as if he wanted me to think about my decision and at the same time not think about it.

“If I'm not, will I ask you for it?” I shot him a dark glare.

“What of your uncle? Aren't you—”

“Are you willing to do it with me or not?” I snapped at him, feeling pissed.

“But your—”

“He doesn't want me, Mark! Kristin hates me! He told me so himself.” I turned my face to the side, sniffing a bit to hide the bitterness in my heart.

I just wish to forget about Kristin and the words he said to me.

Mark got out of his car and moved to my side. He opened the door, and leaned in to hug me, “It's okay, June.” He gently patted me on my hair, running his fingers through them. "You can let it out now, I'm here."

It was only then that I fully allowed myself to cry. It was as if a dam was broken. I cried my eyes out.

I don't know how long we stayed there before he got back to his side and started the car. There was utter silence between us as he drove while I continued to look out of the window.

The tears had long dried, but my heart still felt heavy.

“Where do you wish to go?” He asked, breaking the silence between us.

His words made me slowly turn to look at him, “Take me anywhere.” I just don't mind.

“My house?”

“A hotel,” I finally said, knowing that he didn't take my words seriously about my wish to lose my virginity.

“June—”

“I know what I'm doing, Mark. But if you would rather not do this, I can find someone—”

“No!”

This time when he slammed the brake, I didn't get to hit my head anywhere because I was putting on a seatbelt—well, Mark helped me put it on before he went over to his side.

“What? You said you aren't willing—”

“I didn't say that,” he said in a small tone, with his gaze averted. “I just needed you to make sure you know what you are asking me to do. You can't do something rash because you are sad. There are—”

“I know what I'm asking you to do, Mark,” I interrupted, turning fully to face him. “I just wish to forget Kristin. Even if it's for a night. Will you do it for me?”

Mark looked conflicted when he heard my question. He looked split between doing what I asked and not doing it, but in the end, he slowly nodded his head. “What do you want me to do?” he inquired, placing both hands on the steering wheel as if he were trying to stabilize his thoughts.

“Let's go to a hotel. We will take it a step at a time,” I said in my best professional voice, trying not to sound nervous at all. I don't need to let him know how scared I am about this.

I need to be strong.

“Okay.” He slowly nodded before he turned his focus on the road. He started the car once more and drove to a hotel. Despite how impromptu everything was, he didn't drive to any of the cheap hotels we drove past.

He brought me to a five-star hotel. And when I gaped in shock at the place, he only chuckled.

“Four seasons?” I gave the man next to me a look.

He shrugged, “The best for you, June.” He murmured something else under his breath, but it was too low for me to hear it. I only heard something that sounded akin to 'cherish' but that was all.

A valet took our car the moment we packed it. Everything was so surreal. This was my first time in a hotel, and that was why I'm currently looking around.

This is the 'Four Seasons Hotel Seattle' we are talking about. Though I'm not a fan of places like this, I've heard it from my friends. The hotel is a sophisticated Urban retreat housed in a modern glass tower close to the Seattle Art Museum.

I've been to the museum countless times with Kristin during one of our 'dates'

Those were the days of innocence. Days when having my uncle with me made me content. Not now that my feelings for him have gone beyond the innocent faze and morphed into Lust.

“Why are you looking around? Don't you like it here?”

Mark's question startled me out of my thoughts. I blinked, “Not at all.”

Getting a room didn't take as much time as I thought it might. Mark seemed to know his way around, and that was because he had gone to countless hotels before.

Unlike my uncle, his family goes on holiday thrice every year. And they end up booking rooms in hotels or resorts. I've only been on a few vacations with my uncle, and each of them was spent in one of the houses he has in almost all the states in the country.

Mark led me to the elevator to the tenth floor, where our room was. He booked the presidential suite.

I seriously can't tell why he booked the room since we are only staying for the night, but it's his money. And he's loaded with it—not that I'm not. But it's my uncle's money, damn it!

The suite is outfitted with a generous living area and built-in fireplace, a dining table for eight, a private bar, a dedicated fitness studio and sweeping views of Puget Sound.

All these I discovered when I stepped into it. I was awed by the beauty of it all, and for a moment, I wished I were here with my uncle. Having a honeymoon in a place like this doesn't sound half as bad.

“Do you like it?” Mark wrapped his hand around me, startling me from my thoughts.

I managed to slide out of his arm with a nervous chuckle, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, “I will be back. I need to have a bath.”

And I rushed into the bathroom before he could say anything else.