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Chapter 4 3

Word Count: 2318    |    Released on: 12/09/2022

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id abs, squeezing his left nipple and swallowing his moan with a passionate kiss. I’d completely lost track of time at this point, and let me be honest, I didn’t care. Never did I ever imagine a night like th

e an unbeli

ng, and in the bathtub. We’d run out of condoms in the long run, but that didn’t stop us. It seemed like each time

d apart to catch our breaths, his fingers toying with my

ng firm downtown – Ratha –

had her debut made there once.

ce in a while.” I lifted my head to plant a kiss on his stubbled

uple of minutes. “Me too, Cherry. You probably won’t go to work tomorrow with how sor

seh

and gripped my butt at intervals as if he couldn’t get enough of groping it. I reached down to grab

aist, laughing as he attacked my neck with light, feathery kisses. “I love how you d

just couldn’t get enough of this guy. “Wow. Was just thinking the sa

burn. How could I explain that in my entire twenty-two years of age I’d only known one m

on. It helped. Instead, he touched my chin, turning my face to me

. “It’s okay if you don’t want to

l amount of time I’d spent with him, I felt like I could trust him. We’d come a l

expression flickered. Jealousy. He looked away when he noticed th

is

y black-laced panties that hung on the nightstand. He didn’t budge me for more, but I felt the appeal lingering in the air. I decided not to honor it, the painful mem

se silence, I asked him,

poke my bum. I swatted them away several times but he kept doing it, so I just gave

smirk grew, against hi

ff again. “Because there’s no way in hell you serve tables. You belong in a big, glossy office. Behind a huge desk. Tha

o bottle up his laugh and hear it whenever I felt depressed or needed to masturbate. It made m

ver

S

b. If that’s the case, then an ice-cream ve

essman. He sel

sense. But we’ll leave it at

o go now. The girls must be passed out drunk a

s eyes on my body as I pulled my dress on. I ran a hand through my hair to steady

thing. We’ll just flag down a cab and be home in

nced. “Cora isn’t a man. Y

my lips. “I said we’ll be fine. Quit

it him. I exhaled heavily. “Tou

ically. “I get pretty irritable after sex. It

in understanding. “I

lips. As I drew back, he chased after me, groaning a

to let me go. “Please, baby. Stay another night. I wouldn’t mind

dn’t feel right being vulnerable and frank with him, while he couldn’t even reciprocate it. Hell, I didn’t even kno

the party. There were still many people around, but the music wasn’t swamping the building. Just as I predicted, the girls were passed out drunk and Cor

ve his hand. “God, Elaine…you’re crying. What happened with the sexy m

e I was already envisioning us getting married and having kids. Wasn’t that stupid? I only met him today. And he couldn’t even p

s creased with worry. “Stop crying, okay? Whatever happened, the bas

home? It’s almost three and I’ve got to get

hed my cheek softly. I moved over to the table I’d sat w

up, it’s time

t sleeper among us all. Drool streaks lined th

working for The Gloss. It was such a job that required her every second of the day. She was on leave, hence why she could afford to come down to

y throat feels like the Sahara.

ke husband staring at me in guilt. I risked a glimpse at Cora who was almost h

from, you refuse to tell me what work you do! If that doesn’t scream possible serial killer, I don’t kn

a hand quickly through his hair with a sigh. “It’s jus

And I’m Eve Swine.

software development firm in Washington D.C. I’m he

?” It wasn’t an intricate piece of

ping to my lips. “I don’t give

su

st when I tried to walk a

can’t believe I’m just another one of your conquests… were any of you

ab

hat. I’m not you

hear m

ier. “ You made her cry, and for that, you’re an arsehole. I mean, it’s not e

a misunder

big guy. Please leave. Else I’ll be forced to

’s enough already.

t to stop us on our way out. H

g at me longingly. I forced myself to look away, remembering his words.

ntly. “He’s not worth a minute mo

t, she shove

take whatever Max had done to the heart. I can’t guarantee that, because it’d be stupid to deny

nyway. I was a lot safe

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