That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Just then, images suddenly surfaced in Dexter’s mind. They were those photographs.

Josie had instinctively leaned in for a kiss. She tilted her head up, but he dodged her touch. In his attempt to avoid her, he lost control of his strength, and his hand harshly struck her face.

It was like a slap in the face.

Josie immediately became clear-headed.

Dexter gently removed her fingers one by one from his body, never once embracing her.

She gazed at the man’s blurred silhouette, which resembled a beast lying in wait in the darkness.

Suddenly, he leaned over, his broad hand clasping her slender neck. His grip tightened. gradually. That was a sudden burst of rage. “Josie, how scummy can you get?”

When Dexter stood up, his face was stern. The thin blanket slipped off him, revealing his firm abs and Apollo’s belt.

closed, but the

room.” This was the first

of cigarettes at the head of the bed, pulled one out, and lit it. Through the smoke, he

let out a soft, cold chuckle, flicking the ash from his

for Russell Group after that. I

strong sense of hostility when he said, “Even if you will end up

the tattoo he had inked

shrank, and her eyelashes lowered. “Even if I will end nothing

sit on his lap. He kissed her tattoo, and his warm breath, tinged with the scent of tobacco, lightly brushed against her neck. Josie stiffened, almost under the illusion that Dexter would suddenly

his well-defined fingers smoothly unbuttoning her blouse.

but you must leave

her eyes, her body overwhelmed with pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her neck-he

need to

pain, Josie

hers. His eyes were filled with intense emotions. “Then you can forget about leaving this

“You…”