Chapter 4 LOVE CONFESSION.

Malvern's expression remained inscrutable, his silence a testament to his surprise at seeing Wynter in her uniform. As a regular at the mall, he couldn't recall ever laying eyes on her before.

"What brings you here, Wyn?" he asked, his voice low and even, as he looked down at her due to her short stature.

Wynter's distress was evident as she bit her lower lip, unprepared for his inquiry, especially after their earlier encounter.

"I work here," she replied succinctly, before darting inside and leaving Malvern speechless.

"Wait... wait, Wyn!" he called out, but she seemed to vanish into thin air.

Malvern felt a pang of disappointment, thinking he'd finally have a chance to clear the air between them. However, upon realizing the mall closed at 8:30 and it was already 8:20, he surmised Wynter would re-emerge shortly. He decided to wait.

As if on cue, Wynter walked out, clad in her earlier outfit, but this time wearing a nose mask, likely to conceal her identity from Malvern. Unbeknownst to him, a smile spread across his face as he trailed behind her.

"You think a mask would fool me? I recognized you at first glance," he said, his smile growing wider.

Wynter froze, her face burning with embarrassment. She couldn't believe Malvern was still lingering around, and how he'd recognized her so effortlessly.

"Can you just leave me alone?" she asked, her back still turned.

"Can we talk, Wyn? Just for a moment; I won't take up much of your time," Malvern requested.

Wynter removed her mask and turned to face him. "What exactly do you want to discuss? Are you going to sue me for slapping you earlier, or return the favor?" she retorted.

Malvern chuckled, astonished by her assumption. "No, I wasn't planning on doing that. I just wanted to apologize, Wyn," he replied softly.

Wynter bit her lower lip, realizing she'd overreacted. "Okay... apology accepted. Can I go now?" she asked.

Malvern couldn't help but smile. "Sure, let's go."

"Let's? Who's going with whom?" Wynter asked.

Malvern sighed. "Let's walk together to the sidewalk so you can hail a cab."

Wynter hissed silently. "I don't need your help."

"So, when did you start working here? I'm a regular here, but I've never seen you before," Malvern asked.

Wynter refused to answer. "I'm not going to tell you."

"Why not? Are you going to force me to guess?" Malvern teased.

Wynter walked ahead, her silence a clear indication of her disinterest.

Malvern watched her, a hint of self-awareness creeping in. "Am I that annoying to you?" he asked aloud.

"Maybe you are," Wynter replied, waiting for a cab to arrive and rescue her from the conversation.

"Thought I apologized; what else do you want me to do?" Malvern asked.

"An apology doesn't fix everything," Wynter snapped.

Malvern gave her a brief, piercing stare before diverting his gaze to the ground. "Okay... bye. I know you wish we wouldn't cross paths again."

With that, Malvern walked away, having given up. It was clear Wynter wasn't interested in him, and he refused to continue belittling himself in front of her.

Wynter watched as Malvern walked away. "Better he leaves," she muttered.

Almost immediately, a cab arrived, and she got in, leaving the scene behind.

•

Malvern drove to the club, parking in the garage. His intention was to drown out thoughts of Wynter. She's left him alone, shattered hisgrave heart into pieces, and right now all he could think of is to clear her off his soul .He entered through the back door, avoiding the lobby to sidestep the women who knew him. Upon arrival, he ordered a bottle of hard liquor and requested a stripper to calm his nerves.

A woman entered, dressed elegantly in a skimpy outfit. She slid onto the couch beside him, attempting to kiss him, but Malvern pushed her away, making it clear he wasn't interested in kissing.

"Don't misbehave here, or I might ask you to leave," he warned coldly.

The woman was taken aback, as this wasn't her first encounter with Malvern. She seemed worn out too.

"I'm sorry, sir. What would you like me to do today?" she asked softly.

"Get on your knees and come here," Malvern instructed.

Immediately, she did as she was told, kneeling in front of him. Her hands reached for his zipper, and she took his dick in her hands, molding it softly. She took the whole size into her mouth, moving it in and out. Malvern held her head, guiding it to the right path, as he fucked her mouth mercilessly.

When it seemed she was going to pass out, he pulled out of her, giving her space to breathe. After a few seconds, she took the whole size again; her slimy saliva covered his hard, erected dick.

Malvern's eyes tightened as he felt the warmth; those touches sent crazy shivers down his spine. The only thing he could think of was Wynter.

"Yeah... Wyn, just like that..." He moaned.

The woman looked up, confused, still trying to catch her breath.

"No, sir, I'm not Wyn. My name is Kyle."

Malvern's expression turned icy.

"Any more words from you, and you won't like the consequences. Just do as you're told!"

The lady realized he was not in a child's play today as she continued the process, sucking on him from the cap. Slippery saliva followed as he reached his climax, releasing his semen into her willing mouth, filling it up.

Irritated, he pushed her away from himself, wearing his pants back on.

"You can leave. I've already settled your boss," he said, opening another bottle of alcohol.

She was surprised; she actually thought the real fun was about to get started, but she was wrong.

"Sir, you don't need anything again..." she asked.

"I give you five seconds, dude. If you're still standing there, you'll end up in hell!" he stated, and she disappeared into thin air.

Malvern felt enraged, distressed, and abandoned. He didn't desire another woman; only Wynter could soothe him at that moment. He was inexplicably drawn to her, and their first encounter had left an indelible mark.

"What have you done to me, Wyn?" he lamented, his emotions overwhelming him.

•

Wynter slumped into her queen-sized bed, munching on chips she'd bought from the mall where she worked. Suddenly, Malvern's face popped into her mind, and she recalled the disappointment etched on his face when he left.

She realized she'd been callous, failing to acknowledge his feelings. His parting words echoed in her mind: "Okay... bye. I know you wish we wouldn't cross paths again."

Guilt began to gnaw at her.

"Gosh, he started all this; why am I feeling this way?" she wondered, grabbing her phone to distract herself with funny videos.

Initially, it worked, but her respite was short-lived. A message from the dating site she thought she'd deleted popped up on her screen. The sender's username, BLACK BIRD, caught her attention – it was Malvern.

Without hesitation, she opened the message, and her eyes widened in astonishment.

"I know I said I'd leave you alone, but I lied. Can't stop thinking about you. Baby, I'm sorry. Not for what I said, but for not saying more. Just realized I don't know your favorite color, song, or food. Want to fill me in? Meet me tomorrow, Cupcake?"

Her phone fell off her hand.

"What the....!? You've got to be kidding me!"