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.

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

stared at each other for a while. I felt somewhat powerless and turned around to sleep. “Forget

grabbed my shoulder and forcefully turned me around. I let out

the hell are you doing?!” 1

harshly kissed me, silencing my outcry. He kissed me until I was almost out of breath. Suddenly, a sharp pain

my painful lips, and sure enough, there was blood. I immediately got angry and tried to

he caught my hand, rendering me

moved 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 left me breathless. He tried to

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

up my sweat–soaked hair, took a deep breath, and muttered to

determined. I successfully fended

  1. in.

my good

death, will you?”

and although my skin was covered in

a faint smile on his lips. “Come on, let’s continue.” “Fuck off!” I threw a pillow at Neil. He caught it

you had such a foul mouth,” Neil said, then didn’t give

resist hi

later, I admitted

not to stay up late, but every time Neil passionately made love to me, I

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

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