"Who hurt you, Butterfly?"

He said as his eyes stared into mine intensely.

I didn't know what to say or what to answer. My eyes wavered to his nose, to his jaw, even to his lips, and then to his neck, wanting to ignore the question, while his stare remained unfazed.

"Rhys..." I called, keeping my gaze on his neck.

"Hmm..." he hummed.

"Let's go..." I said in a small voice, and he hummed again.

Pushing himself away from the pillar, he stood up straight and took a step closer to me.

"Butterfly..." he called and moved his hand up in front of my head. Then, pointing, his finger slowly touched my forehead and then slid—first to my nose, then to my lips, then to my chin, and finally to my neck.

His touch sent shivers through me, my heart started beating fast with each moment. His finger, which stopped on my neck, traced my collarbone from the left side and then traveled to the back of my neck.

My breaths started to get heavy, and then suddenly, he fisted my neck from behind with his large palm and pushed me towards him.

I stumbled and ended up straight near his face; his hard chest touched mine. His dark eyes did not, for a second, leave mine.

"No one has the power to hurt what belongs to Rhys, besides Rhys himself," he declared, and I just stared into his eyes.

"No one did. I was sad..." I said softly in a small voice, and he pushed me closer until my lips were touching his.

"And why, Butterfly?" he asked in his deep, husky voice. I lowered my eyes; my gaze went to his lips, which were leaving hot breaths onto mine. Our breaths mingled with each other, creating something I didn't ever want.

"No re...aso...n," I said while breathing heavily.

"Then I won't ask, Butterfly..." he whispered before pulling me into him. He slid his hands down to my waist and grabbed it tightly, pulling me up with one hand. His other hand, which was on my neck, went to my backpack that hung on my shoulders.

I gasped when I was suddenly lifted in a bridal hold.

"Rhys..." I mumbled, and he heard.

"Hold me tight, Butterfly," he said and started walking. I moved my hand, which was grabbing his shoulder for support, and slid it to the back of his neck, caging it.

"Don't be sad, Butterfly, because I don't like it when the reason for your sadness is not me," he said. My mouth closed. Gulping a large amount of saliva, I went still in his arms. My backpack was still hanging between his hand and my back. His steps echoed in the empty hallway with clicks. Some teachers were staring at us, but no one dared to make a sound. He took me away with him, saying nothing. It was peaceful yet so fearful. I wanted everything to be a dream, but I knew it was reality.

When we reached the parking lot, he made me stand and took a few steps back. His eyes stared at me up and down.

"You are heavy, Butterfly..." he suddenly said, and my eyes widened. The sudden feeling of embarrassment came over me. My hands wrapped around my chest when I found his eyes going up there.

"W...hat..." I said loudly while stuttering and quickly took a step back.

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO HOLD ME!" I shouted before turning to the left with fast steps. But before I could take five steps away from him, he grabbed my backpack, pulling me along with it towards him.

His chest touched the backpack, and I was trying hard to get away, but then suddenly, his hand moved from over my shoulders towards my chin, forcing me to lift my head.

My eyes met his dark ones again, but this time, they held a glint of mischief.

"I just said the truth, Butterfly. No need to be mad—you are fat," he said, and smirked. My mouth fell open. With a soft grasp on my wrist, he turned me towards him.

"You are fat, Maya," he said again, making me feel suddenly furious. Where the courage came from, I didn't know. Grabbing his tee, I pulled him towards me and looked into his eyes with an angry glare.

"Stop," I said, and he arched his eyebrow before smirking again.

"Or what, Maya?" he said in a mocking tone, and I went speechless, not knowing what to threaten him with. Then suddenly, an absurd thing left my mouth.

"Or I... I w...I...ll cry..."

As I said it, he started laughing out loud, and I just stared at him while blinking. He kept laughing like I had said the best joke. Suddenly, I felt tears building up in my eyes. It was embarrassing; a small pout automatically started forming on my lips.

"DON'T LAUGH!" I shouted in a whining, crying tone, but he didn't stop. He was walking away while laughing, and I followed him, clenching my fists to stop those tears. When I was near him, I thought I would shout at him to stop again, but my voice was muffled inside his lips when he suddenly turned around and pressed his lips to mine without giving me a second to think.

His lips rubbed against mine with harsh sucks. His tongue entered, tasting every corner of my mouth while I kept trying to say something. His lips didn't let me speak even for a moment. With a harsh suck and a popping sound, he left my mouth.

"Another word from your mouth, Maya, and I will kiss you again..."

...

I sat silently, grabbing the black seatbelt with my fist while Rhys drove the car, humming a song. The drive home was peaceful. When we reached my house, I unbuckled the belt and was about to leave when Rhys called.

"Maya..."

I didn't answer, as he had told me to shut up.

He called again, "Butterfly."

I didn't answer and just remained seated.

"Maya..."

This time, I let out a small voice.

"Am I allowed to speak now, Rhys?"

He chuckled, unbuckling his belt before turning towards me.

"No, you were not allowed, so now you deserve punishment," he said. Bending his back while coming closer to me, he placed his lips on mine again.

...

"Apologies for being late, cutie! Today was my last day at work—I officially resigned. I was waiting for my final payment, and it has finally come through. However, I'm quite tired, so you'll only get one update from me today. Thank you for understanding! (Tomorrow, we'll update Baldwin's Possession, and the very next day, we'll move on to The Bully's Captive.")