Molly’s POV…Lance went out a few hours ago. He has not come back yet. He must be angry or distressed.I don’t know."Huh…" I sigh loudly. The surprising thing is that he has not taken out his rage on me. His apology is still ringing in my ears.Did he really regret what he had said?I couldn't get away from the fact that I slapped him. I pout and shifted my weight. My hunger has vanished, as has my sleep. For the past hour, I have been lying on the bed, wondering where he could go.‘Why is he not coming home?’ I have lost count of how many times I have asked myself this question.I considered phoning him several times but couldn’t bring myself to do so. He would simply get angrier with me.I sigh once more and mumble, "I’d better sleep now. Tomorrow is the first day at my new job. I cannot be late."I remind myself and close my eyes. However, Lance's face keeps flashing through my mind.The next day…Oh my God!I gasp, looking at the clock, which is reading 8:30 am. I was supposed to
Lance’s POV…I press Molly to my chest tightly, fury overcoming me. I have the impression that the walls are closing in on me. In my mind, I am growing bigger and bigger. If I don’t do anything right now, right at this moment to control my rage, I will explode and kill this man.My pulse is speeding up, and my breathing is becoming shallow.This cretin... He had the audacity to try to exploit Molly. I am not going to leave him tonight.I make Molly sit on a stool and pull the man up by his collar. I ball my fingers into a fist and drive them through his face, then into his stomach.Several people come forward to separate us. I am still angry."Let go of me," I yell. "He dares to touch my wife. I will break his hands." I am desperately trying to set myself free.Their grips around my arms, chest, and waist are growing tighter. They are pulling me back while I am trying to move forward. They are telling me something, and I don’t get a fucking word of what they are saying. My full focus
My mouth is falling open. I blink slowly.‘Did she say she loved me?’ I find myself wondering this in my head.I believe this is a dream. Or the rising hormones muddle my brain, and I start hearing things. But the speeding heartbeat seems so real."Come again," I mumble. I want to hear her say that again. "Wait a minute." I quickly take out my phone and press the voice recording button. This will serve as proof that I am not dreaming."Say it again," I demand."What?""The thing you said just now. That you love me." I put the phone in front of her.She pushes my hand away and the phone drops on the bed. "You are a jerk," she yells. "You find it funny! Are you mocking me? Yes, I loved you. I was running after you, offering my heart. But you never noticed me. You always disregarded me and chose Ruby. All you want is Ruby, Ruby, Ruby…"She stops yelling, then tears begin to collect in her eyes. She sniffs as she says, "I married you, assuming you would start loving me. But you never paid
The next morning…I stretch my hands and arch my back, yawning. My head is heavy, and my entire body is aching as if a road roller ran over me."Mm…" I wince, rubbing my forehead. "My head."When I open my eyes, I notice the familiar eyes staring down at me. I blinked dumbly at the sight of his smile.Lance Stevens is smiling at me!‘Why? Why? Why?’ My mind is frantic.I follow his gaze and find myself naked. My breasts are exposed in front of his eyes. I smoother a yelp and pull the blanket up, my stomach knotting tighter and tighter.The scratches on his arms and shoulders are proof that we had some steamy moments last night.That was not a dream. That happened in reality.‘Holy Mother.’I just want to disappear somewhere.What is he thinking? Does he think I am easily available when I am drunk? What excuse should I give to him?I was inebriated last night, but I am not sure whether he was drunk or not. I try to recall.His piercing eyes are distracting me. All that comes to my mind
Molly’s POV…I lay motionless, my mind replaying the recording. I can only hear myself screaming, moaning, and sighing.‘Oh, God. It is so embarrassing.’I hope I can hide under the blanket forever. I don’t want to go out and face him.His sharp eyes scanned me and peered into my mind. It seemed as if nothing could be hidden from him.I squeeze my eyes even harder. I actually, shamelessly claimed that I loved him and willingly surrendered myself to him. I am a moron for imagining it as a dream.I bite my lower lip. A tingling sensation sweeps up the back of my neck and across my face, making me feel impossibly hot. My heart is thumping.I cannot stop thinking about how crazy I was the night before. Those moments are sweet. I wish I could spend my entire life in his arms. Then I remember the truth about our relationship.Three years later, we finally consummated this marriage when we decided to part ways.Why did it happen?He said he would like to talk to me. I have no idea what he wa
Lance’s POV…The moment I enter the Global Network office building, I notice William taking Molly in his arms. My light mood and delight vanished straight away. My skin pricks with anger. Something snaps inside me.William, the man who used to follow Molly. I never could express feelings to her because she had a crush on this guy.I feel a stab in my heart when I see her with him. I clench my fists."Keep your hands off her," I shout as I storm over to them.I pull Molly to my chest and hug her possessively, giving William a hard look. I hold up my index finger and warn him, "Stay away from her, I am warning you."He gives me a cold stare.I want to punch him in the face, but I restrain myself only because Molly is around. I don’t want to frighten her."Lance…" Molly calls out to me, her voice trembling.I look down at her. My expression softens a little when I sense her fear."He is only helping me," she explains hurriedly. "I stepped on something greasy, which caused me to trip. Wil
His demand lets me down a little. He just assisted me in putting a bandage on my injured finger. This is not the same as cutting a road through the mountain. However, he expects something in return.I'm starting to regret allowing him to assist me.‘A shrewd businessman,’ I mutter in my head.He sees opportunity in everything.I fight the urge to roll my eyes, but I can't help but be curious."What do you want?" I ask.I lean backward subconsciously when he leans in. His closeness makes me giddy. I keep my eyes wide open, trying to anticipate what he will do. His lips are on mine before I can think of anything.Time and space have come to a standstill around me. Not only me, but my breathing also came to a halt. I'm not sure if my heart is beating. Perhaps it's beating so fast that I can't keep up. All I can feel are flutters in my stomach.This kiss is nothing like the urgent and angry kiss from the birthday party. It is sweet, gentle, and sensual. I don’t remember how he kissed me t
vI froze when his lips locked with mine. My thoughts are no longer racing. It is focused solely on his lips. His smell and his warmth invade my senses.He is as gentle as he was before the dinner. The last night’s memory is vague. I am not sure if he was this gentle. But I still feel this is different. I am not sure what it is.Maybe he is hesitant.Other than kissing me gently, he is not doing anything. Then he stops and pulls back, his hands on my cheeks.His eyes show the intensity of his emotions. His expression is filled with joy, excitement, and hope.When I peer into his eyes, I remember how madly I have fallen for him. I cannot deny the fact that I have wanted him for years. Now that he is looking at me with longing and want, I can barely control myself. My heart is ready to explode.My reflection, in his eyes, is the most desirable thing. I have a feeling that I am the happiest woman in the world. I am already intoxicated without any drugs or alcohol. The little doubt in my