Bye, My Irresistible Love

Nevaeh‘s POV: 

After dinner, a bodyguard came to pick up Caroline.

"We are the only ones left in the house.Now you can tell me what you want."

Charles‘ tone was indifferent when he spoke to me.

Silently, I rolled up my sleeves, revealing the hideous scars and bruises.

"Except for my arms, I have more scars like this all over my body."

My voice wavered, revealing my fear.

"My husband runs a nightclub and he is very violent.Each time something makes him unhappy, he makes himself feel better by turning me into a punching bag.About a month ago, he became addicted to gambling and lost a lot of money.To make some of the money he lost back, he asked me to do a striptease for his guests and I refused, so he beat me up.I ended up being hospitalized due to the severe injuries I suffered."

With a cry, I threw myself at Charles.

"You have to help me Charles.It was very difficult for me to escape him and I know I won‘t make it out alive if he ever finds me.I can‘t go back to that living hell.Please say you will help me."

Almost immediately, Charles pushed me away from him none too gently.

"You can stay in Los Angeles for now.I‘ll see what I can do about this." His reply was gruff.

"Thank you, Charles."

I beamed at him, relief swamping me.

When Charles turned away from me, I couldn‘t help laughing quietly.

I wasn‘t even bothered that Charles wasn‘t very receptive of me right now.

It would all change soon because I knew for a fact that sympathy was the beginning of love.

Caroline‘s POV 

When I got home, I was completely distracted.

The only thing I could concentrate on was the scene I witnessed as the driver drove me home.

In the rearview mirror, I saw Charles and Nevaeh standing together and that image had been embedded in my mind ever since.

Each time I was reminded of it, I couldn‘t help but feel jealous.

What did Nevaeh say to Charles? What was so important that I had to be absent before she could tell him? The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

I couldn‘t help flinging the throw pillow away.

"Why are you so angry? Are you jealous?"

Charles walked in at this exact moment and caught the pillow in his hand.

With a smirk, he grabbed my shoulders and pressed me against the sofa before I could escape his hold.

His smirk widened into a pleased smile when I finally stopped struggling Frowning, I turned my face away from him and refused to say anything.

He smiled indulgently and kissed the tip of my nose.

"Are you really angry?"

her?

a few words before I asked the driver to take her back to the hotel."

drive her to the hotel

is not worth

is worth your

him, just a long stare and a faint smile curling

my face away from him and muttered,

my lips

was kissed away by his ardent

kiss and it would be a very

you?" I asked when I could think agair

me something but

and asked, "Moving on to more important matters.When can you move back to

and explained hesitantly, "My

"Fine."

cut through my fumbled explanation with a

he stood up and

he returned with a

took a detour to bring it

nodded happily and turned to get

shared a few glasses of wine and the world began to grow blurry.I fell

Charles pressed

"Caroline."

"What?"

me again and I was able to taste

as I swallowed the last

reason, I began shedding tears.He gently kissed the

that

couple of

was equally as

"Charles…"

in a jumble and the ability to form

focus on was the feel of his breath. His breath was so heavy.He looked as if he

my brain

let go of my

touch invoked that I couldn‘t determine if this was really

"Do you love me?"

me as he took

face and said, "I fell in love with

gaze, I nearly forgot

of a sudden, Charles crushed me to his

to me gave the impression that he was

of me do you love? Charles from seven years ago

back and kissed him passionately, my

in love with him, that was

in the past,

and I always would, regardless of what version of

jealous of myself, would you

question was so ridiculous

if you love me now, I am different from

this proud and aloof man actually be jealous of

"It doesn‘t matter whether it was seven years ago or now.You are still the same domineering,

answer and he suddenly bent over

we separated, he rested his forehead against mine and rasped, "The year we