Chapter 19 Can’t Reject Him.
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His car was expensive and luxurious. There were even specially tinted windows that made it impossible to see inside from the outude. Nevertheless that did not mean I was willing to engage in such activity with him, especially when we were on a busy. crowded street
I regained my rationale from the close proximity before the fear set in. Oh, I was afraid that he would lose control and take me there and then. Some my body. How dare it tell me that it wants him. Man, this is making me wort.
Whenever he came close, it reminded me of that night when he explored every inch of my body with kisses, dripping with sweat as he flipped me over and over. Not to mention, that overwhelming shiver of exuberance that seemed to be from the depths of my soul. Yet, I knew I couldn’t be with him again because I’d be addicted–and would never be able to leave him.
I tried to push him away. “James, you’re hurting me.”
James said nothing and merely glared at me, the intensity of his grip increasing. I hit my lip, trying to suppress a moan. Alas, the heat in his gaze and the way he touched me made my body burn. I almost couldn’t resist the urge to spread my legs. inviting him to do something.
Damn it! It is forture!
I loved him so much I couldn’t refuse him. Regret started enveloping me for choosing this way to prove this method. Hadn’t it been better if he refused to believe me? If he was disappointed, maybe he would have let me go.
He was right about one thing–there was nothing between us. Why would he listen to my explanation? Why would he even believe that Figaro and I had nothing on last night? It mattered not to James. I was a person he despised–a person who should disappear from his life.
I wasn’t willing to throw in the towel. As his hand slipped into my underwear, I held onto the last bit of my remaining clarity. My eyes reddened as 1 looked at him, asking. “Why were you at the Capehams?”
My question fell on deaf ears, but his hand stopped moving. A second later, he abruptly yanked his hand away from me and returned to his driver’s seat. His voice, as cold as ice, filled my ears next. “Get dressed! Don’t think you can seduce me like
this!”
us, as if nothing had
He started the engine and resumed the journey. I quietly wore my clothes, noticing the silence between us, a happened earlier. Yet, I could sense that my fear of him leaving me forever had vanished.
After we got
back to Jablonsky Residence, Stefan got out of the car and headed straight into the house. He was packing by the time I got into the house. He threw a bunch of clothes into his luggage harshly and impatiently. It was almost as if it physically hurt him to stay in the house for even one minute longer.
He had finally returned after three years, and I figured that I could bond with him so that I would’ve had fewer regrets by the time I left. However, it seemed like he had no intentions of staying around any longer. Where… are you going, Stefan?” I asked in a weak and cautious voice.
The man stared at me, and I caught a glimpse of fury in his eyes this time. “F*ck off I don’t want to see you!” he hissed.
I stood firmly in my spot without moving. “If you’re going on a business trip, I can pack things for you…” Then, I bent down and started tidying the pile of clothes that he had thrown into his luggage. Even though my hands were trembling uncontrollably. I tried my best to tidy things up.
F*ck off! You’re so f*cking gross! You’re just like everyone else, Arianal The man grabbed my wrist and shoved me aside. I felt a sharp pain shooting through my wrist as I fell to the ground. Tears started trickling down my eyes. Maybe I’m the one whe should leave……
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