2. How dare you

Mirelle's POV

I sighed weakly, my shoulders dropping in defeat as reality slowly set in my head. I hated wishing I had made better choices after doing something I initially thought was the best, but here I was, drenched in the feeling of guilt.

Sincerely, what does someone even do in this kind of situation?

Of course, there wouldn't be any clear answer because this was the nastiest thing ever. My whole body twisted in disgust at the thought that he knew who I was and still accepted having sex with me.

I pushed his hand away from my chin and straightened up. My move made him adjust back a bit.

“I will not waste my time here with an old horn-dog.” I hissed, proceeding to walk away, but he grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back.

I grumbled and stubbornly wriggled my hand out of his grip again, but knew so well not to dare move as his gaze pierced through my face.

“Old horn-dog?” He sighed in disbelief, “I am barely even thirty-three,” He scoffed bitterly.

I blinked my eyes up to see the way his jaw tightened.

“Don't accuse me like that when you were literally begging me to have you for the night despite the way I rejected you. And for the first time in my life, I was trying to be a gentleman by bringing you over to relax since I thought it might be what your body needed. When we got here, you confessed that you needed intimacy because my nephew was cheating on you with a freaking maid. I had to give in to a woman in need. You can't blame me, Mirelle.” He said those so sharply that I could hear him mock my hypocrisy.

I winced as the room went quiet. “I am sorry about what happened last night.”

“You are not apologizing for the right thing, woman!” He scolded, making me shiver at the way he suddenly raised his voice.

This fellow can't be serious right now. Why does he think he can speak to me like I am his little sister?

You are his little niece. My head corrected me.

“I don't know what you want, but don't tell anyone. It needs to end here, and that's it. You are old enough to understand what I mean,” I said calmly, waving my hand in between the two of us.

A teasing smirk spread on his handsome face as he nodded his head with his eyes focused on the open part of my chest.

“I am not old enough to forget the woman who was screaming for me to stop slamming deep into her while begging for more at the same time, Mirelle. And of course, I don't share such sweet moments with anyone because it's only mine to fantasize about.” His voice was firmly possessive.

The way he said each word slowly in his husky voice made my stomach heat up.

All of a sudden, an image of my legs spread up on each side of his shoulder as he pushed in deep into me, making me moan loudly in pure ecstasy flashed through my head.

My lips dropped at that wild scene.

“I am out of here,” I gulped nervously and rushed out of the room.

"A driver is waiting for you outside to take you back!" I heard Asher's soft manly laugh as he called after me, but I didn't look back at all.

I was gasping for air so badly. I swear, it will take me years to erase what happened between us from my head.

Only his to fantasize about?! That was just too much.

At least he had already mentioned that he didn't share his intimate moments. Mature enough, I guess, but I will try my best to avoid him as much as I can.

Thankfully, the way out of the mansion was self-explanatory. It was easier to find the car that would take me back because the driver signaled to me.

I just lowered my head so that my hair would cover my face, and when we were a few metres away from the estate where I live, I told him to drop me off.

I didn't want to get into more mess, so I just rushed towards the direction of my home with my leg, running as fast as I could. I tiptoed inside, making sure that I didn't make any sound.

"What do you think you are doing?" A voice snarled behind me, making me freeze with my hand on my room door.

It was my father's unhappy wife. Well, actually, my adoptive father as he had been the one taking care of me after my father's sudden death.

I slowly turned around, raising my head high. "I am trying to get into my room, of course," I said, pointing at the door.

Damn, this woman is so ugly. I couldn't believe that I once cried when she scolded me not to call her mother.

"Where were you last night when we were searching for you? We thought you fled because we know how much you've hated being in a relationship with Lucas"

I wouldn't have waited till engagement night if that was my plan. Ugh.

"So?" I shrugged my shoulders, unable to hide my annoyance. "The party had ended when I left. Who would have wanted to see me?"

She scoffed, giving me the dirtiest stare from my head to my toes.

"Your fiancée, of course. In fact, you do not deserve such a sweet and kind man. He was the one stressing over how to help your father last night after his condition got worse, and even drove him all the way to the hospital. You are nothing but a disgraceful slut who should have been dumped in a trash bin, but my silly husband thought it was a good idea to take you in because he thought you would be a good daughter. You are a wasted effort!" She shouted angrily, pointing an accusing finger at me.

Those days when my heart would shatter at such piercing insults were gone.

"If you know that, why didn't you give him a child he could count on, you wicked, barren old hag!" I said those words one after the other while looking deep into her eyes.

A loud gasp escaped from her mouth. Her hands slowly pointed to herself, trying to be sure that the insult was for her.

I folded my arms and confidently nodded my head. “Yes, you”

Her eyes reddened at once. "How dare you!" She cried out and rushed over to grab my hair; her fingers tangled into my hair, yanking it so hard that pain shot across my scalp.