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.

flawless as ever, he turned

powerless and turned around to

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

what the hell are you doing?!”

kissed me until I was almost out of breath. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lips, and then Neil let

sure enough, there

my hand,

him, he shut me up again. We tussled in the bed. I tried resisting him, but his dominant teasing

end, 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 mess of sheets and pillows, then went out to the balcony shirtless and lit a cigarette in

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

determined. I successfully fended off Neil’s advances with

  1. in.

my good

death, will you?”

covered in marks,

faint smile on his lips. “Come on, let’s continue.” “Fuck off!” I threw a pillow at Neil. He caught it in stride, threw it on the floor, then quickly came to the side

such a foul mouth,” Neil said, then

resist hi

I admitted defeat

made love to me, I had

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

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