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?"

with her? Why did

her back to the hotel." His answer

drive her to the

not

is worth your

reply from him, just a long stare and a faint smile

face away from him and muttered, "Why are

kissed my lips and said,

smile was kissed away by

fell away as I fell into Charles‘ kiss and it would

I

but

hand in his and asked, "Moving on to more important matters.When can you move back to the Moore

explained hesitantly,

"Fine."

cut through my fumbled explanation

he stood

with a bottle of wine and an

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

and turned to get the

of wine and the world began to grow blurry.I fell back on

pressed himself against

"Caroline."

"What?"

replying, Charles kissed me again and I was able to taste the

I swallowed the last of his

began shedding tears.He gently kissed the tears on my

haven‘t said that you

of times while

would appear that Charles was

"Charles…"

and the

feel of his breath. His breath was so heavy.He looked

brain began to

my mouth and kissed

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

"Do you love me?"

he took

you, Charles." I touched his face and said, "I fell in love with you

his gaze, I nearly forgot how

Charles crushed me

to me gave the impression that he

me do you love? Charles from seven years ago or the man that I am

hugged him back and kissed him

in love with him, that was the one thing

it was in the past, right

I always would, regardless of what version of him I

said I was jealous of myself, would you believe

question was so ridiculous that I burst out

now, I am different from the man I was

actually be jealous of

a soft kiss to his lips and declared, "It doesn‘t matter whether it was seven years ago or now.You are still the same domineering, strong and unreasonable man and I suspect you always will

up at my answer and he suddenly bent over me

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