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.

never understand why this man seemed harmless when her eyes were closed, but the moment she opened them, he would become a dangerous wolf lurking in the

the first

of cigarettes at the head of the bed, pulled one out, and lit it.

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

after that. I don’t want to drag you down.” Josie spoke softly, perhaps with a hint of

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

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

eyelashes lowered. “Even if I will end nothing

ground, and tenderly invited her to sit on his lap. He kissed her tattoo, and his warm breath, tinged with the scent of tobacco, lightly brushed against her neck. Josie stiffened, almost under the illusion that Dexter would suddenly

smoothly unbuttoning her blouse. His movements were slow yet

get a divorce, but

body overwhelmed with pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her

need to

the pain, Josie pushed him.

of Dexter’s mouth, hers. His eyes were filled with intense emotions. “Then you can

“You…”