All Chapters of A Second Chance With Arthur?: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Carly I had to tap Arthur to release, before he did and I didn’t wait to hear him before I ran to my room, afraid of what I had done. I leaned on the door, resonating with everything that happened down there. I wasn’t expecting Athur to apologize. God, I wasn't even expecting myself to act that way. But it was already done. I sighed deeply, picking up my bag which I had dropped once entering the room, and I entered my closet. Changing my clothes, before entering the bathroom to shower. The day has been filled with drama. One starting from Mateo being in my company and then following him to the river and now Arthur. Slipping into my night gown, I packed my hair in a ponytail, then moved to sit on the massaging chair at the end of the room. I allowed my body to relax. Like a movie, everything Arthur said flowed in. I stopped. Arthur had said he was out of the state, because of his mother. I wasn’t even aware of that, I’d thought he had so much to work on at the company. That’s

Carly Maybe that was all he needed because he grabbed my neck, his mouth took mine, in a hot, messy, insane kiss. Teeth clashed, and I moaned. “Tell me, Carly, what do you want? How do you want me?” He murmured against my mouth, sucking the skin, as his hands moved, fumbling against the hem of my gown. His hands moved deep, against my skin, my thigh, waist, setting flame in the already fire coashing through my body. “I..I want you, Arthur,” Like a broken record, I spoke, feeling dumb, incoherent thoughts out of my reach. “I know, so tell me how you want me, where you want me.” He spoke against my neck, slowly, teeth nibbling as he trailed downward to my chest. “Ah..” I knew he could hear the frantic beating of my heart. My legs trembled as he kissed downward, his mouth pushing off the strips of my gown. I lost control of my neck as it moved backward, pleasure blinding my eyes as he kissed my swell, suck on them, hard enough to leave a hickey. Like he wanted to leave one. To

Carly“Come home early today, I’ll make dinner for us,” Arthur said, turning the wheel to stop the car in my private parking space. After breakfast, he asked to take me to work, and of course, I refused. It was too intimate, not in a sexual way but in the heart way. Arthur driving me to work was too passionate so I refused him. But unlike before, he wasn't ready to let me this time. “Do you really want to leave by yourself?” He asked, his eyes boiling into mine like I don't leave for work myself. But his looks have ignited something in me; it has crumpled with the fire that Arthur had set in me at night, and that was how I was left rubbing my legs together under the table. And this didn't pass his eyes. He had suddenly moved away from the counter to stand beside me on the table. The egg I had wanted to swallow had suddenly turned too thick, too huge for me to take in. “With those legs?” He had pointed to my legs rubbing together, and trust me, I wasn't wearing any panties as I w

Carly The sudden knock on the door, snapped my head to it, breaking our conversation. “Oh, God, someone is here to see you. I forgot we were in the company.” She started to panic and I held her hand. “Come on Gina. If you don't want anyone coming here, I can ask them to go back, so we can talk.” She was already standing. “No, No. I should leave,” “Why don't you use my bathroom? Your makeup looks smudged from you crying.” Her mascara has washed down, now on her face. I followed after her. “No, I’ll do that in my office. Let's talk later.” “Gi–” She doesn't wait, taking longer strides, she reached the door, and out of it. “Hey, is our dear Gina crying now? You look a mess.” I rolled my eyes. So it was Raphael. He is such an idiot always ruining important moments. “Mind your business, you stupid ass. And your shirt looks like a mess with a faded lipstick stain. Idoilt.” “Damn, you and my sister went to the same academy of insult or something?” Ralphael raised his voice as if

Gina It was messed up. I chugged down the bottle of alcohol I’ve picked up from the convenience store. It burned down my throat. But the tears won’t stop flowing as I sit on the floor, the view of the TV blurry. I was messed up. I ran my hands through my hair. It was two in the morning, yet I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. Each second that passed brought a reminder that Liam hadn’t called me. He didn’t want to be found by me. I have checked all the places he frequents. I feel so shitty as everything was going well for us. So what happened? Why did he suddenly want to stop meeting me? I took another sip, emptying the can. I was hoping things would be better now. Hoping Liam had finally seen me, he had spent enough time to know how lovable I was. To pick me over the girls that surround him. God, I’ve always been hurt. Hurt by his affairs, hurt to see women around him. Being with Liam makes me doubt if I was really enough. Yet every time, I’d reminded myself that it was ti