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.

was close to mine. His expression as flawless as ever, he turned to look at me. “Irene, do you even

I felt somewhat powerless and turned around to sleep. “Forget it.

he grabbed my shoulder and forcefully turned me around. I

hell are you doing?!” 1 shrieked, tears welling in

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

lips, and sure enough, there was blood. I immediately

caught my hand,

bed. I tried resisting him,

I was dripping with sweat and Neil’s bathrobe was gone, his back glistening with sweat. He got up from the bed, glanced at the

took a deep breath, and muttered

I was determined. I successfully fended off Neil’s advances

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my good

death, will you?”

although my skin was covered in marks, at least

on, let’s continue.” “Fuck off!” I threw a pillow

such a foul mouth,” Neil said, then didn’t give me any chance to

resist hi

later, I admitted defeat in my

stay up late, but every time Neil passionately made love to me, I had no chance

was 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

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