Chapter 33: The Sensation

                                    

                                          
A bright smile danced around the corner of her lips, her eyes fluttering open. She rolled to her side, expecting to come in contact with the man beside her. Instead, her feet got caught between the duvet, and she almost moved to the ground due to the space.
"Shit!" She cussed, straightening herself. "Oh, there he is!" She thought, her eyes lighting up as she spotted Markris seated at his dresser. He felt her eyes resting on him and turned his head around. Pulling off his earplugs, he nodded at her shy wave.
"Good morning." Lorena drawled, her voice still croaking from their intense lovemaking.
"Hey." He tilted his head, his voice a little too disengaged for her liking. His eyes did not hold the warmth of last night, and it left her wondering if something bad happened while she was asleep.
"Did you sleep well?" She asked, determined to keep this conversation afloat. She couldn't be the only one still high of the euphoria from last night. She felt a familiar feeling rising from the pit of her bowels, and the thought of it alone made her sick.
"I guess," He shrugged. "Uhmmm, Lorena..." Her heart began to thump loudly in her chest. She didn't like the sound of his voice. Hated the way he called her even more. She leaned forward, her legs spreading out before her. "Last night was great, but it's a new day now. I think we..."
"You're joking, right?" She snickered, her eyes widening in disbelief. She should have known it was too good to be true. Markris could not be an asshole. "Don't tell me you're trying to say last night was a mistake because it wasn't!" Her voice raised an octave higher, her chest rising and falling.
"It's never going to happen again." He said with so much confidence in his voice. It rattled her soul. His whole demeanour was too calm for her liking. No one should be that relaxed after what happened last night. Hell, no one should be this comfortable while telling her to fuck off.
"Like hell, it won't! Why do you do this? Why do you ruin every good memory I have of you?" She screamed, her hands balling into a fist. He was driving her mad. Making her feel like she wasn't worth a thing. 
"I don't deserve to be treated this way, Markris. I do-not!" Her voice cracked, and she hated him even more. Hated the fact that he always made her cry. The fact that he never wasted an opportunity to show her the demon he was, yet, she had shamelessly submitted her body for his pleasure.
"Look, Lorena. You don't have to be hysterical about this. It wasn't that deep, okay?" His serious dead look triggered a burst of bitter laughter as she shook her head in disbelief. She jumped out of bed, anger flowing through her veins in a rapid torrent. 
"Where is my phone?" Her lips quivered as she searched on the bedside table.
"Lorena?" He stood to his feet, his eyes widening in alarm. "Calm down." He took slow steps towards her, his hands raised forward.
"Where the hell is my phone!" She screamed, her nose flaring up. "I saw it there when I sneaked into your room last night." Her trembling fingers pointed to the table.
"It should be there then, but I need you to calm down," He said, manoeuvring to the other side of the bed. Reaching the drawer, he pulled out the phone he had stuffed while she was asleep. "I found it, okay? Just calm down."
"No, you don't get to tell me what to do. You've made your point quite clear. I need my phone to get the hell away from you," Hatred burned as she stared at the unremorseful man who had just shattered her heart into tiny pieces. "I just need my phone." She said softly, a single strand of tears falling from her eyes.
"Okay," He nodded. "Here." He walked to her and handed it over. She snatched the phone out of his hands and turned around.
"I hate you so much." She muttered, bursting into tears as she fled from his room.