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.

did not own the house I was living in, I obediently opened the door for Dominic. My wallet would weep if

open, Dominic pinned me down on the bed and placed a hand between my thighs, catching

shuddered under his touch and screamed angrily,

and asked, “Is your period a passing visitor

the side and

teased,

now? How could you bring yourself to pounce on me immediately after ending the call with your fiancée? I may not like

at my virtuous outburst. An ugly sneer, however, soon

a hypocrite? If she hadn’t called, what do you

good time to start fixing our mistakes.

my eyes, and I had to look away from him as I continued, “Plus, you’re about to

last bit struck him dumb, and he stared at me wordlessly for a

hold to no avail. Finally, I pleaded,

his hold on

be surprised; I had no idea what had invoked his

his body further, plastering our fronts together. With his face barely inches from mine, he growled, “Are you

anyone. Camille’s anxious about you, and your mother forbade me from approaching you. If they knew about

there was a sharp pain in my

What’s wrong with you? That

force, though he kept his teeth on

don’t you let me bite

your fear

understand the