Ninety- nine. A man from Shin country

Ninety- nine. A man from Shin country

Monalissa returned to Ezekiel's office after she had done a good job in calming Milky down. The latter was really heartbroken. She was met with Ezekiel's broad back, which looked a little sad. Her heart sank.

Ezekiel stood in front of the glass wall in his office, his gaze settled on the view outside the office. He had his back towards the door and didn't see Monalissa walk in.

"Master" she called him.

Ezekiel clenched his fists the moment she called him. Thoughts of her were the only thing that filled his mind just now.

"Walker" he replied.

Monalissa took in a deep breath and walked closer to his desk. "Monalissa is sorry for letting her emotions overwhelm her" Monalissa apologized.

"Come here" Ezekiel said, his tone gentle.

Monalissa pursed her lips and went forward as her master had asked. She stood beside him, her eyes resting on the view outside the glass walls.

Ezekiel moved his feet and stood behind her, pushing her to the front. His arms encircled her waist, causing explosions inside Monalissa's belly. Her body felt like jelly and she didn't know where to place her hands.

"Do you hate me?" Ezekiel asked

"Then, yes. Now, I don't think so" Monalissa replied.

"Do you resent me for taking your martial arts?"

"Yes. Everytime. Even when I know it was all a manipulation, I still can't help but resent you" Monalissa said, her voice bitter. She really missed her martial arts. That was what had always protected her throughout her life, till she came in contact with this devil.

"I can help you get it back if you want" Ezekiel said.

Monalissa let out a shallow scoff. "Is that even possible?" she asked.

"Very. I can help you get it back" Ezekiel said.

"This is quite a tricky shit" Monalissa said. She tried prying herself from Ezekiel's arms but he held her steady.

"Stay still. Let me hold you" he said.

Monalissa sighed in defeat. "How will you do that?"

"Lord Ting" Ezekiel said.

Monalissa arched a brow. "Who's that?"

"A man from Shin country. He has the power to restore one's martial arts that had been lost" Ezekiel explained.

Monalissa pondered on it for a while. "Forget it" she said.

"What?" Ezekiel questioned, his brows furrowed.

"I have you. You're very powerful and can protect me. Though it pains me for not having my arts, it still feels nice to have someone who will protect me" Monalissa said.

"I will not always be there with you" Ezekiel said.

"You will come. I know you surely will" Monalissa said. She trusted him that much. "I know you won't let any harm come to me master" Monalissa confided.

Ezekiel felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart at her words. Though it sounded like she was indirectly telling him that she was his responsibility, he also was happy that she thought that way. He swore within him never to let any harm come to her.

With a velvety move of his arms, he wheeled her around to face him and pulled her smoothly into his arms. He tilted his head towards hers, their foreheads touching each other's, a silky sensation traveling into their blood. He cupped the right side of her face with his hand, grazing his nose lightly on hers. "I will protect you. I will protect you and the baby" he promised.

"What if it's not yours?"she asked, her tone hoarse. "You don't want to protect another man's child" she mentioned.

Ezekiel felt a little empty when Monalissa mentioned that. If the child wasn't his...he would be disappointed. He kind of wished that the child would be his.

"It will be mine" he answered her, his tone vehement. Lowering his lips, he took hers in a gentle and soothing kiss, igniting her locked up desires. Her mouth tasted like cherry and he couldn't help but savor it. His tongue pried into her mouth, doing a dance of tango with hers.

Monalissa held him tightly, her heart beating with passion. It had been a long time since they last kissed. While his tongue explored hers, she realized just how much she missed him. She wanted him.

"Master" she moaned in between the kiss.

"What do you want Walker?" he asked, not breaking from their passionate kiss.

Monalissa increased her hold on him, her tongue chasing after his in their heated tango. "I want you master", she replied her voice filled with ache and want for him.

Ezekiel increased his tempo, this time, ravaging her lips wantonly. He carried her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his torso as he walked into his chambers which was also in the office. He lay her gently on the bed, his eyes raking through her body.

His fingers stroked her hair lovingly, making her shudder with desire. She needed him. Tears gathered in her eyes, as she grabbed his arms which were taut with muscles and clothed in the sleeves of his white shirt.

"You're one of a kind Walker" Ezekiel said, hoarseness juggling at his throat. Monalissa reached upwards and took his lips in another round of heated kiss. This earned a chuckle from Ezekiel who was amused by her actions. His hand wound up into her blouse, rummaging for her peaches which he found without hurdles. He gave it a light squeeze and played with her nipples a tad. This earned a soft moan from Monalissa who gave him a deliberate bite on the lips.

"That's for what Walker?" he asked with a smirk as his tongue taste blood. He trailed the kiss down to her neck, giving her a hickey immediately.

"For not trusting me" Monalissa said with a pout which made her more sexier. Ezekiel chuckled and suckled on the place he had just bitten. He raised his face from her neck, and looked at her.

"I'm sorry. I really am sorry" he apologized.

Monalissa smiled. "That's okay. I forgave you already" she said.

As he looked at her, he thought of who she really was. She was Lily, his childhood sweetheart. "I will bring you back" he said, his voice husky.

"We're going now?" Monalissa asked.

"Not that. I'm saying, that I I'll bring you, Liliana, back to me" Ezekiel stated.

Monalissa furrowed her brows. "Who's that?"

"You. You're that Lily that I have been looking for" he said. And without giving her a second to reflect, he took her lips again, in a gentle kiss which led them into a state of pleasure.