Blind Date Turned Proposal

Just then, images suddenly surfaced in Dexter’s mind. They were those photographs.

Josie had instinctively leaned in for a kiss. She tilted her head up, but he dodged her touch. In his attempt to avoid her, he lost control of his strength, and his hand harshly struck her face.

It was like a slap in the face.

Josie immediately became clear-headed.

Dexter gently removed her fingers one by one from his body, never once embracing her.

She gazed at the man’s blurred silhouette, which resembled a beast lying in wait in the darkness.

Suddenly, he leaned over, his broad hand clasping her slender neck. His grip tightened. gradually. That was a sudden burst of rage. “Josie, how scummy can you get?”

When Dexter stood up, his face was stern. The thin blanket slipped off him, revealing his firm abs and Apollo’s belt.

her eyes were closed, but the moment she

was the first thing Josie said when she

the head of the bed, pulled one out, and lit it. Through the smoke, he watched the woman

chuckle, flicking the ash from his cigarette. The ash fell, reminiscent of

Group after that. I don’t want to drag you

strong sense of hostility when he said, “Even if you will end up

curves. On her abdomen. was the tattoo he had inked himself. He had

slightly shrank, and her eyelashes lowered. “Even if I will end nothing at all.”

and his warm breath, tinged with the scent of tobacco, lightly

close, his well-defined fingers smoothly unbuttoning her blouse. His movements were slow yet incredibly graceful.

a divorce, but you

her body overwhelmed with pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp

to find

Josie pushed

corner of Dexter’s mouth, hers. His eyes were filled with

“You…”