Chapter 19: Shattered to Pieces

"What?" I was stunned. Before I could react, Locas' lips were on mine. "What are you doing? Is this the interest I should pay you?" I reacted. "Your lips don't taste bad. I've been brooding over something these days," he said as he leaned over me again, pushing me back and kissing me again. There was an unlocked door behind me. It creaked open, and I almost fell. He caught me as I fell, his lips never leaving mine as he led me into the room. While turning around, he kicked the door shut with his foot, pushed me against it, and kissed me hard on the lips. He was so strong. Although I had kissed him before, this kiss was almost suffocating. I really couldn't breathe. To regain my breath, I had to open my mouth wide. His tongue and even his lips entered my mouth. His kiss was so passionate, almost desperate, like a man in a desert craving for water. Under his possessive kiss, I was drained of all strength and could only let him lead me... He made the world spin around me with just his kiss. I couldn't help but moan, my mind completely gone. His tongue slid to my ear and gently licked my earlobe, making me shudder. "Locas, Locas..." I didn't know what to say. It seemed that I was just whispering unconsciously. He didn't look up, only lifted one of my legs. Automatically, I obeyed. He let my leg wrap around his waist. I felt something hard pushing against the top of my thigh... Locas panted and said, "Mia, did Simon kiss you like this too? Did you make the same sound?" His words woke me up instantly. I wanted to push him away. "What!?!" I blushed. Was he trying to humiliate me? I was too weak to push him away. This wasn't the man I knew. Locas panted heavily, his breath on my neck. "I've been thinking about it. Why do you treat everyone differently? What's wrong with me that I can't compare to Simon? I think you have a misunderstanding about me. Why don't you have sex with me? I promise you'll feel better than with Simon." Oh my, what nonsense was he saying? It was so unbearable! "What kind of person do you take me for?" I shouted, tears welling up in my eyes from anger. "Do it with me for once. Just say yes and I'll lend you money. No, I can give it to you!" His voice was a little hoarse. I could feel his inflated desire. Giving me money just for having sex with him? Was this how he saw me? Was I such a whore in his eyes? When did he become like this? With a mix of disappointment and sadness, I finally couldn't hold back my surging emotions. Tears streamed down my face. While kissing my face, he might have tasted my tears and suddenly stopped. His usually playful expression turned fierce at this moment. "Mia, you cried because of my kiss? Do you hate me so much?" I was furious. How could I cry because of his kiss? It was clearly because he didn't respect me. He treated me like an easy girl. He wiped away my tears with his finger and licked his finger in his mouth. His eyes were red as he said, "Mia, you can dislike me or even hate me, but if you want my help, you have to be my mate." There were so many words in the world, but this man chose the most unpleasant ones. "I wouldn't beg to be your mate even if all the male wolves in this world are dead. Let me go. I don't ever want to see you again." Out of great anger, I spoke without thinking and said words that were ten thousand times more vicious than his. He did not expect me to be so decisive. Seeing that he was in a daze, I broke free from his grip and rushed out. I was so angry that my chest heaved, and tears kept rolling down my face. When thinking of how I was beginning to care for him, I felt stupid. Let him die with his money. I would never talk to him again! At this moment, the auction manager was looking around. When he saw me, he heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh my god, I was looking for you everywhere. You need to pay now and take away the treasure you won from the auction." What should I do? I didn't know what to say. If I didn't pay, I would have to take responsibility for breaching the contract. Suddenly, my phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was Krell. I had an idea and picked up the phone. "Krell, where are you? I need your help." Surprisingly, he was having a meeting in another venue in this building. He quickly rushed over. Locas looked at Krell coldly. "Are you going to treat her like a baby?" Krell glanced at me, raised my chin, and said coldly to Locas, "No matter what, it's not worth making Mia cry. If you make her cry because of a bottle that only costs 1,600 dollars, then I can only say that you're not worthy of being my opponent. I look down on you." After saying that, Krell took my hand, swiped his card, and took the vase. Krell was striding so fast that I almost staggered trying to catch up. When I was out the gate and beside his car, I looked back and saw Locas still standing there, motionless. Krell didn't ask anything along the way. He just drove quietly. The scenery outside the car window quickly receded. I looked at his side profile and asked, "Do you think I'm stupid too? Do you think Locas is right?" He remained silent for a moment before saying, "You're just doing what you want to do. I'm in no position to judge your standards." Back at the clinic, after seeing the vase I was holding, Willard happily laid it out, praising, "It's beautiful! Mia, you have good taste!" I was about to say something when Locas came in. I could not be nice to him now. Locas snatched the vase from my hand sullenly and pointed at the seal at the bottom. "Mia, take a good look. With your knowledge of antiques, when do you think this paint was printed?" I looked at the vase. The texture was not bad, but when I looked at the bottom, the red paint was still fresh. Even a layman would know that it was fake. I blushed. I bought a fake! It was such an obvious fake, but I had spent so much money on it. If it were anyone else, I would have admitted to it sooner. However, in front of the guy who looked down on me and bullied my Krell, I would not give in. I grunted and tried to snatch my vase back. Seeing that I was unrepentant, Locas let go of his hand in a fit of anger. With a crisp sound, the vase fell to the ground and shattered. I was stunned; so was Willard. Even Locas was looking at the broken pieces of the vase and then at his hands, as if asking himself how he had broken the vase. I looked at the vase on the ground. It had shattered into pieces of different shapes. It wasn't just the vase that had shattered, but all my affection for Locas. I angrily slapped Locas on the face, then covered my face and ran out. Behind me, Willard was calling my name, sounding worried. All I wanted now was to be alone somewhere no one knew me.