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?"

about with her? Why did it take so

I asked the driver to take her back

drive her to the

is not

is worth

didn‘t get a verbal reply from him, just a long stare and a faint smile

his affectionate eyes, I turned my face away from him and muttered, "Why are you just staring at

lips and said,

smile was kissed away

as I fell into Charles‘ kiss and it would be a very long time before

she tell you?" I

but it is not

to more important matters.When can you

and explained hesitantly, "My Dad

"Fine."

fumbled explanation with

he stood up and

while later, he returned with a bottle

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

nodded happily and turned to

began to grow blurry.I

pressed

"Caroline."

"What?"

again and I was able to taste the wine he was

as I swallowed the

shedding tears.He gently kissed the

haven‘t said that

words were repeated a couple of times while Charles kissed me again and

was equally

"Charles…"

a jumble and the ability to

his breath. His

brain

my mouth and

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

"Do you love me?"

me as he took off all

face and said, "I fell in love with you a

his gaze, I nearly forgot

of a sudden, Charles crushed me to his

me gave the impression

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

him back and kissed him passionately, my tears flowing

been in love with him, that was the one thing that

if it was in the past,

always would, regardless of

I was jealous

so ridiculous that

now, I am different from the man I

this proud and aloof man actually be jealous of himself?

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

at my answer and he suddenly bent over me and

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