Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
51. Possessiveness

We both used taxis to go to the big shopping center. A variety of luxury items from clothing, jewelry and beauty tools. There are also in door restaurants and gaming areas. For starters, I suggest approaching a small bakery whose aroma is so alluring. Then we had fun in the game area.

To be honest, now is the first time for me to go to a place like this since I was last invited by Kai ten years ago. Now I started to be independent and it was impossible to go to the mall just to please myself.

A shooting arcade game is on display in a corner of this place and I invite Zack to play together because there are two players with two pistols. The enemies listed are zombies and apparently the number of bullets at once time is so limited. I am the amateur only get super low score because it always misses.

"Congratulations, you're the new record scorer!"

Zack poked his shoulder at me and held back a laugh when he saw my score that was definitely too far away from him.

"It's okay, I'm cheating" he said, just to cheer me up.

"Lack what? You hacked this dingdong machine? There's just one."

"It's not so."

Two coins were inserted by him and gave me the toy rifle gun earlier.

"Last year, I learned how to use a rifle. It's hard because it's heavy, but at the arcade it's very light and so I scored a high win."

My head was positioned by Zack by bringing the cheek closer to the side of the gun. The game begins and the zombies emerge.

"Does your company provide such dark things?" my many.

Both hands of Zack also helped me in investigating how to play. Those ugly enemies were knocked down one by one, and the score slowly rose to the end, though not as much as this man.

"You could say so," replied Zack along with a row of tickets dingdong engine results came out quickly.

"If we play a lot, the tickets can be exchanged for prizes!" My head turned towards the main counter of the game and saw a lot of funny items as ticket exchange gifts.

"It doesn't have to be. If you want, I can buy it."

The money is very much, but it is never used. Like, he made me a dumpster of his money.

"Want a drink?" Zack pointed towards the beverage machine and I approved his offer.

On the way to the machine, he suddenly heard, "Whoever! Come play with me, I've got the advantages of putting coins in and the game is made into two players!"

Hearing this provoked me and finally found a dancing arcade game that was so popular lately. The animation is also so funny, so it adds to the mood in the play.

That's a pump it up!

"Zack, I want ..."

My speech stopped because it was too cool to see the dance game earlier until it was realized that Zack had already approached the drink machine. Because there is no point if you go to it, then the game ends. Soon, I ran to the arcade and played with the screamer's permission.

It feels like dancing cheerfully, although several times missed on the floor that must be stepped on. The chants of the song were so joyful, that my mouth muttered in singing them.

BRACKET!

The game ends with a loud, disturbing sound. I turned towards the main player and found him falling out of the game area, then unexpectedly, Zack climbed the floor of the player while looking at me limp.

"Woi, you're looking for trouble again, huh? It's good to kick people around!" bully the person when rising from a down position.

Shut up and stare intently, that's what Zack did without moving his limbs. The main player became stammered, as if bewitched with just the gripping aura of this guy next to me. He went out for a bit and made me feel bad.

"Play like that" said Zack Lirih.

"Zack, that's ..."

"Play it."

I was shocked. In fact, he didn't raise his tone at all, but it was tense and made me freeze. So, this is what that person felt.

"Game Over."

"Will not play with me?" His eyes looked at me, feeling sharp even though it was plugged. "Why Ashley?"

My hand was grabbed and pulled slowly to follow him walking out of the play area. It ended in a gap between the walls that was a little narrow and Zack stood in front of me to cover the end of the road. His expressionless face started to approach me, making me a little nervous.

From the beginning, my guess was correct. He doesn't want me to be close to the opposite sex. Isn't this overkill? There is no harm in interacting with a friendly who otherwise would cause a problem in our relationship. After all, it was impossible for me to like another person in one glance just in copulating once.

His hands gripped slowly my cheeks until this head looked up straight. "Don't repeat it." Then, the position of his hand changed to grasping my hand. "Let's continue."

My mouth felt stiff to reply. Finally I followed him away and he bought me cotton sugar with a smile, as if nothing had happened between us before.

We continue alone time or can be called a date by shopping, eating together like a couple in general. In my brain is still jubilant how the jealous gaze of Zack at that time. I'd better get rid of this disturbing thought. I feel bad if he finds out my discomfort is limited like his warning. But, it doesn't seem to be Zack's fault if he really has a high level of jealousy. I should have understood him.

My head tried to think positively, but it didn't just get there.

When we went to a small bar in one of the market booths, we ordered a glass of champagne and snacks. Do not drink alcohol on an empty stomach. Actually, my stomach is not empty because it always transfers food that Zack buys for free.

"I want to go to the toilet first" I said with a little tipsy.

"Want my company?" Zack held my arm, but I let go.

"No need, I can do it myself."

Looks like I'm gonna have to get out of the booth to go to the toilet. Or maybe you should ask the staff and who knows they want to lend a special WC.

Accidentally, I nudged someone's shoulder until it almost fell. My hand caught fast and this mouth rush said sorry.

"Miss, you're too drunk."

Apparently men. I thought a glamorous woman would be cursing at me.

"Ah yes, sorry again," I said, then continued walking.

My shoulders were held back until my feet stopped. "Wait a minute, where's your desk? Let me deliver."

"You go to the toilet, brother. Sorry." I say too many apologies.

Again my body was held back by him when I was about to step. "In that case, I'll get a phone number, okay?"

Kutepis roughly her hand from my arm.

Suddenly, my body was pulled slowly until it leaned against the chest of someone who said, "Of course not. She's got a lover."

Apparently Zack.

"Oh, that's it." The bully left and occasionally turned to us cynically. Good, I feel uncomfortable if asked for a number like that.

"Zack, this tipsy feeling is disturbing," I complained while more attached to it.

"Okay, we're home. Let me get you your groceries. I'll get you a cab first."

The mall we left, but not a single taxi came. For a while, Zack told me his order position and took me to a remote place near here.

Then, slap me.

Shit, my cheek hurts. My eyes that felt a little tired became wide-eyed. I was hurt by this man in front of me. It's unbelievable.

"What was my warning poorly understood?" it made me feel like I was being judged. "I've told you that I get jealous easily."

"You ... slap me?" I stared in disbelief.

"Why? Want to protest for what you did?"

My eye bags twitched as our gazes grew sharper. Wait a minute, it seems like I was the one who was mistaken. I was wrong to make the person I love misunderstand me.

"Your attitude can make the man misunderstand, realize."

Yes, maybe I'm the one who needs to be aware. But ... Do I have to be slapped like this? My mistake, should you be warned like this? No-no, Zack told me to keep his feelings and I forgot about it. Why should I punish physically?

Is this true?

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