Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 118 My First And Only Love

Lurking at the doorway, I heard Dominic utter Camille’s name.

Ah, how could I forget that Dominic has a fiancée? I must be the silliest woman on earth. The only people who could contact him at such a late hour are either his family or his partner, the enviable Camille.

The ache in my heart was unbearable, and I felt suffocated by the immense sorrow in my being.

I slammed the bedroom door firmly and locked it before laying back in bed.

That phone call served as a timely reminder of the impropriety of my actions and eliminated all thoughts of Dominic’s ambiguous and heart-fluttering actions earlier that day.

Soon, I heard a few knocks on the door. Dominic was asking me to let him in.

That was fast.

Instead of getting up, I yelled, “My period suddenly came!”

There was only silence on the other side of the door. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to pull the wool over his eyes.

Alas, my relief lasted but a couple of minutes. Dominic began knocking on the door as he declared coldly, “If you don’t open the door, I’ll kick it down myself.”

I buried my head into the blankets to block him out.

Slam! My ears rang painfully from the loud noise. When I lifted my head, it was to the sight of my bedroom door hanging weakly on its hinges. One more kick, and it’ll completely detach from its frame.

I was living in, I obediently opened the door for Dominic. My wallet would weep if I

was open, Dominic pinned me down on the bed and

under his touch and screamed

and asked, “Is

head to the side and muttered,

and teased, “Excuse? Lying

you bring yourself to pounce on me immediately after ending the call with your fiancée? I may not like her, but as a fellow woman, I can’t make her suffer a cheating partner, even if she’s the most

fell silent at my virtuous outburst. An ugly sneer, however, soon appeared on

being a hypocrite? If she hadn’t called, what do you think we’ll be

my lips, flushing in anger. Stiffly, I replied, “Well, now’s a good time to start fixing our

I had to look away from him as

he stared

struggled against his hold to no avail.

his hold on me. Anger seeped into

I

barely inches from mine, he growled, “Are you bothered

and arranged my features into a calm expression. “Of course I am! I told you before in the hospital that I didn’t want to be attacked by anyone. Camille’s anxious about you,

was a sharp pain in my shoulder.

What’s wrong with you? That

force, though he kept his

you mean that’s all? Why don’t you let me bite you instead? It

on my shoulder once more before demanding, “Is your fear

I understand the context of