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 flawless as ever, he turned to look at me. “Irene,

other for a while. I felt somewhat powerless and turned

forcefully turned me around. I let out a cry of pain.

the hell are you doing?!”

realized something was off, he harshly kissed me, silencing my outcry. He kissed me until I was almost out of breath.

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

he caught my hand,

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

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

tidied up my sweat–soaked hair, took a deep breath,

determined. I successfully fended off Neil’s

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my good

death, will you?”

and although my skin was covered in

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

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

resist hi

admitted defeat in

to stay up late, but every time Neil passionately made

bed. When I finished showering and sat in front of the vanity mirror, I was shocked

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