Chapter 9 Counterfeit!

"W-what are you saying? You're not lying to me right?"

"Come here" Fiona grinned looking very happy. She dragged her up and they both went up to Ian's room.

Ivanna stood in front of the door looking nervous and confused until Fiona nudged her "Go"

Was he really in there?

Ivanna knocked on the door and when there was no answer, she pushed it open and stepped in. Looking around, she couldn't find anyone. She saw the bed has been neatly arranged and not a speck of dust could be find in the room unlike days back when it was left in a mess so they wouldn't miss any clues.

Just when she took a step further, the door to the bathroom opened and a man clad in a white towel that hung loosely around his waist came out. He had another towel in his hands which he was using to dry his hair. He looked up and their eyes met.

Ivanna froze. For a moment she didn't know what to do seeing him like that. Alive and well.

The voice that she had heard earlier flashed in her mind "Help, help" She couldn't help but wonder what really happened to him.

All of her emotions she had been bottling in all this days since he went missing surfaced like a tide and her tears poured freely.

Not caring that the man was half naked, she went over and hugged him tightly. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she didn't want to let go. Her tears dripped down his chest in a straight line but Ian had a different reaction than she imagined.

She suddenly felt him squeezing her waist and before she knew it, his hands already went into her cloths and started to touch her inappropriately.

"Ian... " She started but he only carried her up and threw her roughly on the bed then got on top of her and connected his lips with her's. Ivanna was confused as to why he was being so forceful. She wanted to scream and tell him to stop but couldn't say a word as his lips were pinned against her's.

There was no warmth or gentleness in the way he ravaged her mouth, only lust. She started to realize that something was indeed wrong. Ian isn't the type of person who would do something like this especially to her. His eyes, when she looked at it had no tinge of emotions in them. She could see his once golden coloured iris now had a darker shade. Ivanna was immediately filled with a sense of urgency and tried to push him away but he was too strong. He pinned her down and trailed kisses down her neck. Her whole body was scorching hot but at least she was still level headed. It wasn't like she didn't know what was going on.

"S-stop" She managed to say but he looked as if he didn't hear her and continued his act. She was starting to get scared with the thought that he was really going to violate her. What had gotten into him?

"What? You weren't scared when you threw yourself at me just now... Isn't this what you want?"

He stopped her thrashing legs and smiled at her.

"Ian stop! What's gotten into you?" She tried to struggle from his grip but it was useless.

Ian snorted "Quite bold huh?" He lowered his head and kissed her forcefully.

Ivanna started to panick, she couldn't think straight, no, not when his hands on her was almost driving her crazy.

"I'll reward you in exchange for your body so just stay still" Ian was irrited with the way she was thrashing and thought that perhaps saying that would make her stop and as he predicted she stilled which made him smile and continued "If you can make me feel good, you'll have more"

His lips curled in a smile as he watched her dazed expression, she was no longer struggling.

'Paaa' He tore her cloths off her body and stared at the pleasant view before him clearly pleased and aroused. He felt his himself go hard.

Ivana was surprised at what he said, pain flickered in her eyes but she did not try to struggle anymore and just let him do what he wanted with her but soon enough, the tears came trickling down her face. She could not control it anymore and broke into a sob.

This man.. This man was not her Ian but a counterfeit!

Ian was confused as he looked at her crying face. Didn't they just agree on something? Why does this woman like to cry so much? The moment she saw him, she had broke into tears and now...

Ivanna saw his dazed expression and quickly took the opportunity to kick him hard on his abdomen taking him off guard. His grip on her loosened and she quickly fled away from him.

Ian wasn't affected by her fierce kick and merely watched her in confusion. Seeing her cry like that earlier made his heart clench and he had quickly stopped which by the way he didn't know why.

Ivanna was about to open the door and go out when a knock suddenly sounded on it. She froze looking down at her naked body, she glanced at Ian who watched her intently.

She felt so embarrassed so she changed her direction and ran into the bathroom and then she heard Fiona's voice as Ian opened the door.

"Brother, have you seen Ivanna?" Fiona asked trying to peek inside the room but his big body was obstructing her from seeing anything.

"Ivanna? Who is she?" Ian raised a brow as he impatiently stared at her.

"Are you asking me that right now? She obviously came to see you and has been gone for a while now so I was wondering..." Fiona covered her mouth as if she just realized something.

"Wait... Did you guys fight again? I can't believe you just c... " She couldn't complete her sentence as the door was suddenly banged on her face, giving her a fright.

When Ivanna heard him say 'who is she?' She felt her heart stop and almost immediately she recalled her mother's words 'when he comes back he would remember every other thing but you. Would you believe me then?'

She suddenly felt like someone poured a bucket of cold water on her.

Ian didn't remember her? No, she didn't want to believe that but his eyes could not lie, there was no familiarity or recognition in his eyes when he first saw her and she had simply ignored that and hugged him.

Was that the reason he treated her like that? Did he think she was one of those maids who go out of their way to seduce him?

To him she was just a stranger who barged into his room and threw herself at him. Like a slut in need of favours.

Putting it like this made sense. No wonder he acted that way!

She clutched her torn cloths to her chest and felt tears welling up in her eyes. She let it slid down her face and crouched to the floor hugging her knees, telling herself not to over think things until she was absolutely sure that he had really forgotten her.

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To be continued.

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