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?"

were you talking about with her?

I asked the driver to take her back to the hotel." His answer failed to satisfy me

drive her to the

is not

who is

a long stare and a faint smile curling his

anger began to wilt beneath his affectionate eyes, I turned my face away from him and muttered, "Why are

my lips and said,

away by his ardent

as I fell into Charles‘ kiss and it would be

I asked when I

told me something but

to more

explained hesitantly, "My Dad

"Fine."

through my fumbled explanation

stood up

later, he returned with a bottle of wine

like it, so I took a detour to bring it back.Would you

and turned to get the

and the world began to grow blurry.I fell back on the sofa with

pressed himself against

"Caroline."

"What?"

me again and I was able to taste the wine he was yet to

swallowed the

began shedding tears.He gently kissed the tears on my

haven‘t said that you

murmured words were repeated a couple of times while

was

"Charles…"

and the ability to

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

long after, my brain began

of my mouth and kissed

lost in the pleasure his touch invoked that I couldn‘t determine if this was really happening or if I

"Do you love me?"

as he took

his face and said, "I fell in love

I nearly forgot

Charles

way he clung to me gave the impression

do you love? Charles from seven years ago or the man

and kissed him passionately,

in love with him, that was the one thing that would never

it was in the

would, regardless of what version of him I was

I said I was jealous of myself, would

ridiculous

now, I am different from the man I was before," Charles

proud and aloof man actually be jealous of himself? The thought

cheek, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and declared, "It doesn‘t matter whether it was seven years ago or

and he suddenly bent

his forehead against mine and rasped, "The