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.

living in, I obediently opened the door for Dominic. My wallet would weep if I needed to get a new door installed

the bed and placed a hand between my thighs, catching

immediately shuddered under his touch and screamed angrily,

a brow in response and asked, “Is your

side and muttered,

to face his and teased,

aren’t you ashamed of your actions? Didn’t Camille call you just now? How could 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

silent at my virtuous outburst. An ugly

hadn’t called, what do you think we’ll

anger. Stiffly, I replied, “Well, now’s a good time to start fixing our mistakes. We can’t sink further into

eyes, and I had to look away from

dumb, and he stared at

struggled against his hold to no avail. Finally, I pleaded, “Let

of freeing me, he tightened his hold on me. Anger

to be surprised; I had no

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

want to be attacked by anyone. Camille’s anxious about you, and your mother forbade me from approaching you. If they knew about our rendezvous, they’re going to give me h*ll. I

as I ended an explanation, there was a sharp pain

What’s wrong with

dialed back on his force, though he kept his teeth on my shoulder. He mumbled,

I shouted, “What do you mean that’s all? Why don’t

your fear of being chewed out by them

the context of