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"Don't act dumb. Even I know what kind of sex play would involve both of your wrists being bruised," he said with an exasperated sigh. "You don't also expect me to think you were all of a sudden interested in four-star restaurants run by lower class citizens. Someone was clearly influencing you…"
He started to push me down, and I struggled to get him off me. He continued, "Corrupting you. Taking my perfect goddess and making her do unspeakable things like associating with the lower castes. I'm only okay with you treating the sick, because that is the sign of the goddess's benevolence. She doesn't necessarily have to leave her throne in the skies and mingle with those on the floor."
"Why do you keep calling me a goddess?" I asked as he had successfully made me to lay down on the bench.
He pinned both my hands above my head and took a good look at me. I made sure my face remained passive although I was panicking on the inside.
"Because that's what you are?" he affirmed with a look of disbelief, like he expected me to know that already.
He had this grandiose view of me being a perfect being…and he wouldn't be the first person to do so. My parents also saw me that way, my staff and even at a point, Rachel herself thought I was perfect.
I wasn't.
I worked extremely hard at everything I did just to make sure I fit into the image they had created of me. It was frustrating and draining. I almost wanted to give up each time. But only one person couldn’t see that.
Ian saw me as someone who was trying too hard. He treated me like a normal woman. A woman who wanted to be held, cuddled, and not an unachievable item - a woman who was strong, intelligent and yet still wanted to learn. Even at the carnival, he didn't act like I would win all the prizes and wasn't disappointed when I lost.
Even when I tripped and fell, he let me fall, saving me too. I wasn't a goddess, I wasn't a princess, I was just Natasha; a normal woman. He recognized my talents and didn't make me overwork myself. With my skill in medicine, I could have easily performed anything I wanted to do in his hospital, but he made sure I focused on my strength. If my parents or Lawrence were in his shoes, I was sure that I would have had to perform all the tough surgeries without a single complaint.
I wasn't a goddess. I wasn't a princess. I was just Natasha, a girl who just happened to be born with golden hair and green eyes. A girl that someone wanted so badly that he'd fake a whole different persona just to have me.
And…
No, I wasn't supposed to forgive him.
"Why?" Lawrence asked.
"What?" I blinked twice as I noticed the anger in his eyes.
"I have you pinned down. I've touched you, I've poured out everything I know, feel and desire you, and you don't even notice my presence?" He went on to ask, "Who are you even thinking about? Why isn't it me?"
"I… I'm not thinking about anyone. In fact, I don't want to think about anyone. I want to forget. Can you help me?" I asked.
It was shameful. I was ashamed of what I had demanded. I didn't want to come to terms with the fact that I had made a huge blunder concerning Ian, by letting him get away.
"Are you sure?" he asked as his gaze softened, a small smile tugging at his lips. He gradually let go of my hands, but I kept them above my head.
The pounding of fear had left, and I was left with nothing.
"Yes."
He leaned in and kissed my neck. And then my ears and then…he stopped as he was about to kiss my lips.
"Don't insult me," he said with a frown. "Stop me now."
"Won't this be enough proof that I have no interest in you as a life partner? Or it might be just enough to help you spark something," I stated.
He thought about my words, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. Ian never had that conflict. He would have taken me in the desire to return the favor.
“Lawrence…”
"Fine," he said.
He kissed me and let out a groan of satisfaction. I had no feeling. The taste of red wine from our dinner earlier made its way into my mouth and made me uncomfortable. He stopped the kiss and leaned back, away from my body. His fingers touched his lips; he seemed to have entered a state of ecstasy.
"I kissed her…" he said softly. "Far better than anything I have tasted."
"You're welcome," I said as I sat upright, smoothing my wrinkled dress.
