Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Oscar’s got a thing for me, I can tell. Maybe young boys were more impressionable, more easily smitten.

Suddenly I felt a pang of guilt. What if Oscar’s feelings for me deepen? What would I do then? I asked myself. I didn’t fancy his pursuit, nor could I reciprocate the way he wanted. I just wanted to use his attention to balance my inner chaos. If he was willing to play this game with me, killing time together, I might consider it. But if he got truly emotionally invested, I’d be totally out of it.

I was deep in thought, my mind a chaotic mess, when Neil came back from his shower. He was in a black bathrobe, exposing some muscular contours, looking quite tempting.

I withdrew my gaze, tucked my phone under my pillow, and pretended to sleep.

After a while, I felt the mattress sink a bit. Neil had lain down beside me. He smelled of a mix of shower gel and shampoo, a scent I found appealing.

“Why don’t you sleep in the guest room?” I asked hirm, my back turned to him, sounding as ift didn’t care.

“I own half of the master bedroom too, Neil responded coldly.

“Why did you use my bathroom then? And my shower gel and shampoo?” I turned around to face him. “I thought you said you didn’t like the scent?”

Once a woman started doubting, her questions became sharper.

as ever, he turned to look at me. “Irene, do you even know

I felt somewhat powerless and turned around to sleep. “Forget it. I won’t fuss about it.”

and forcefully turned

are you doing?!” 1 shrieked,

me until I was almost out of breath. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lips,

you gone mad?!” I also touched my painful lips, and sure enough, there was blood. I immediately got angry

caught my hand, rendering me

in to kiss my injured lips again. Just as I was about to curse him, he shut me up again. We tussled in the bed. I tried resisting him, but his dominant teasing

with sweat. He got up from the bed, glanced at the mess

took a deep breath, and muttered

I successfully fended off Neil’s

  1. in.

my good

death, will you?”

skin was covered in marks, at least I

was a faint smile on his lips. “Come on, let’s continue.” “Fuck off!” I threw a pillow

Neil said, then

resist hi

admitted defeat

passionately made love to

worse, the next day was the birthday of my mother–in–law, Faith, and I had to drag my tired body out of bed. When I finished showering and sat in front of the vanity mirror, I was shocked by my own reflection. I looked pale, with dark circles under my eyes, and my neck was covered in love bites and bruises. It was as if I had been tortured.

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