Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 122 Acting Guilty

I checked my phone, almost dropping it when I saw who the sender was.

I could not help but feel like I was cheating on him.

In his text, Royce mentioned that he had not contacted me because he had been away on a business trip. He followed that up with an invitation to chat the next day.

Chat? About what? Dominic’s warning remained at the forefront of my mind. If he knew about Royce’s existence, I would be dead meat.

I stared at the doorway guiltily as if expecting Dominic to materialize at any moment. I tapped out a reply to Royce hastily.

I’m sorry, but we shouldn’t keep in touch anymore. I’ve got a boyfriend now.

After I sent out the text, I sighed in relief.

Royce merely replied, Alright.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the bedroom. I quickly erased Royce’s conversation history and buried my phone under my pillow. To complete my act of innocence, I pretended to be absorbed in drawing.

Dominic’s senses were, however, razor-sharp.

The minute he got on the bed, he pulled me into his arms and gazed at me inquisitively. “You seem nervous. Feeling guilty about something?”

My heart was about to leap out of my throat at that point. Still, I thought I put on a rather convincing act of nonchalance as I replied, “You’re the one who is guilty.”

He began toying with a strand of my hair as he commented, “That’d better be the case. Liliana, you know the consequences.”

My eyelids twitched before I could muster a brownnosing smile. “Of course not. There’s nothing for you to discover.”

pressed me into the bed and got down to

not know if the frequency of our lovemaking had made a difference, but I had grown more and more sensitive to his touch. A few teases

had become more wicked in bed. He would tease me until I was burning with desire and immediately stop

times to resist begging him, but

could not outlast him, I learned my lesson and played along. It would

energy was a thing of mystery to him. Even after making love through the wee hours of the night, I was the one who felt utterly spent while he managed

screamed out of glee at the news he told me. At last, he was no longer staying at my

heavens must’ve heard my

house meant another day of walking around on sore

sleep peacefully and alone

shopping speed increased

shopping cart for good measure. As I reveled in my mini-celebration, I

it

see you’re doing grocery shopping as

seem stilted or awkward as he greeted me. I returned his greeting and replied,

fell into awkward

saying, “I’m busy, so I’ll make a move. Enjoy your

and

me with relief. Dominic’s constant threats were nothing if not effective at instilling fear in

out of coincidence, and Dominic’s not here either. I should hurry home after

around, I slept

absence lasted about a

time with her after rendezvousing with

came knocking bright and early on Sunday morning, dragging me out of

exhaustion, struggling to open my eyes

to