Semua Bab Grooming Our Love: Bab 61 - Bab 70

A moan slipped through my lips as I felt his fingers rub against my folds, making my underwear soaked in an instant. His kisses stole every ounce of air from my lungs, and for a split second, I almost forgot how much I had learned to hate him. My fingers ran through his soft hair, yanking at the strands just as he did mine. I pulled him closer, kissing him harder, rougher. I was almost completely swept away by his sinful touch, his fingers caressing between my thighs. But the angel on my shoulder smacked the back of my head, jolting me back to reality. I told myself I wasn't damned enough to let him do this to me. Then why the hell was I so thirsty for his lips? “Ah!” I gasped as I shoved him away, desperately chasing after the air I'd lost. I quickly tried to make myself look decent after he had left me feeling completely humiliated by his sensual advances. My eyes roamed around the parking space, suddenly terrified that someone might be watching us put on a live porno in the

“I’m so glad the planning is all set,” Thalia sighed as if she’d done all the work herself. “I can’t wait for the wedding!” She clapped her hands, practically rejoicing, completely unaware of the real situation between her son and the very person in front of her. I flashed her a small smile, fighting the quiver at the corners of my lips as she looked at me. “But where is Olga? I haven’t seen her in a while now.” A faint frown settled between her eyebrows. “No offense, but your mother has always been reaching out to us, asking about the preparations and everything.” I gracefully shook my head, even though I had no idea what had happened to her. The last time I saw my mother, she had slapped me across the face that she didn't care about me before playing the victim of the entire situation. I didn't even know if she meant her apology afterward or if it had just been some half-assed “sorry” thrown at me to make herself feel better. All I knew was that she had given me the silent tre

A genuine laugh finally left my lips after spending so long isolating myself from every emotion except denial. I sat next to Michael on the hood of his old-ass car—the one he just couldn't let go of—while we stared at the night sky. When he asked me to go with him, my original plan was to turn my back on him and focus on myself. On how to keep composed and build a mountain-high barricade around my heart, because the end of this episode of my story with him was about to come. But I guess my stupid self wanted another chapter to continue. And now... I was stuck with the same man who had turned my already hellish life into something even worse. Painful love. "That was so nerdy," I commented after hearing what his childhood was like. "I still hated those Harry Potter glasses Mom bought me," he mumbled, clearing his throat as he sipped the soda we bought from the nearby convenience store. "So when Dad took me into the company, I was just sixteen back then. The very first time I recei

"Do you have something to say?" I asked, feeling his stare practically glued to the back of my head as I slipped my clothes back on. And the bastard, who knew nothing but how to love me and hurt me, was still chilling in bed, wearing nothing but that thin-ass blanket and the lingering stare he kept throwing my way. "Because if you do, just say it," I mumbled before finally turning to face him, still buttoning my blouse. "Well? What is it?" Turning to look at him was probably the worst decision I'd made all night. The sight of his sinful perfection immediately blinded me, making me forget, if only for a second, why I was trying so hard to leave. I knew this whole situation was a mistake. So was letting myself fall for every damn strategy he used to make me do things I'd regret in the hours, days, and weeks to come. Hell, knowing myself, I might still be regretting them months from now, or even a year later. "It's three in the morning, and you're leaving?" he sighed, his voice still

"This salad is so fucking good," Benjamin moaned in pure food-induced bliss, devouring his plate like he hadn't eaten in a week. He even had the audacity to snatch the coffee Michael had just poured for himself. "Motherfucker," I heard Michael mutter under his breath. I bit back a smile as I watched him glare at Benjamin over the waffles and salad he'd made. He kept chewing, but the murderous look on his face told me that, he was already planning at least three different ways to get rid of our uninvited guest. And he was holding a grudge against me, too, considering I'd let Benjamin into my house despite his very obvious objections. He hadn't said anything else, but I could practically hear the tantrum going on inside his head. "You made this, Nat? This is awesome!" Benjamin exclaimed, covering his mouth with his fist as he let out a small, satisfied burp. "Mikey made it," I answered, placing my hand on Michael's thigh. His hand immediately covered mine, and the tension in his b