Semua Bab Love, Obsession, Torture: Bab 31 - Bab 40

This was embarrassing. She led me to the kitchen stool and sat me down.“I’m so sorry you had to hear all that Lana.” I said, picking some tissues from the dispenser and blowing my nose.“I didn’t hear a thing.” she murmured, turning her face away from me and breaking into a loud laugh.“Oh God, I’m mortified.” I covered my eyes with both palms, my cheeks burning. I should’ve allowed her excuse herself.“Robin.”“Hmm?”“I think you should hear him out… really hear him. He seems to want to genuinely explain himself but you’re not permitting it. I know he hurt you and I get it, but allow him explain what really happened.”I couldn’t believe my ears. Did she not understand everything he did to hurt me? I’m supposed to just forgive him?“Are you on Jack’s side?”“No, Robin I’m not supporting Jack, if anything I’m rooting for you. You’re completely smitten by him and everyone can tell.” She sighed. “You’re hurt, so you wouldn’t want to hear his explanations, and that is totally fine but whe

Great! I braced my hands at the bottom of his back, holding on to his suit jacket for stability. Couldn’t he walk any slower? I heard a ring from my bag and tilted my body slightly to reach it, only for Mr unreasonable to snatch it from my grip.“Hey! That might be Lana calling!” I rolled my eyes at his back on a scowl.“You’ll have your bag when we’re through with our talk, and I’ll take that eye rolling into consideration.” he mused, thumping my ass lightly.When we reached his Jaguar, he eased me gently in the passenger seat and shut the door before striding around to his side, sliding into his seat and speeding off. We got to the Heights in record time, strode to my seat before gathering me in his arms.“I can walk Jack.” I said, jerking away from his reach. We didn’t have to create another scene here.“We leave in my arms. I’m not taking any chances with you. You’re as stubborn as a mule.” He carried me in his arms, and I buried my face against his hard chest as he strode across t

After another hot session of intense love making in the Lord’s office, I was exhausted, famished and practically panting out of breath. Jack carried me out of his office in his arms, through the bustling foyer of people exiting the building. There was a generous closing time crowd, inviting yet additional set of onlookers. We entered his Aston Martin to grab a dinner-ish, late lunch at Mack n’ Rolls, the closest restaurant to the Heights. We finished around 5:50 p.m. feeling well fed…bodily and soul. We got some wine too, my way of pacifying Lana for standing her up and not returning her calls. I felt really awful and I should be—but to be fair, she coaxed me into forgiving Jack, so this was the ramification. The look on Jack’s stunning face when I gently turned down his offer to spend the rest of the evening with him had my groin tightening into a hard knot…look at what I would be missing. But then again, I had to make peace with my best friend, Lana didn’t deserve being stood up like

“Let’s go out tonight,” I blurted. Lana’s head snapped up, a surprised scowl washing across her features.“Are you sure? It’s almost 12 a.m. in the morning,” she said, laying her phone upended on the heap of papers, sprawled on the coffee table.“I’m sure Lana. I want to go to one of those many bars you scouted. I want to get drunk.”“I don’t think that’s such a great idea, Robin. You…”“Please. I need to forget him.”Lana stared at my pale face, her eyes gleaming with immense concern.“Okay, um lemme get changed. Wear something hot.” She grinned at me. “I’ll let Mike know when to pick us up.” I nodded, traipsing up the stairs to my room.For once in the whole month I’d been self-isolating, I put on some makeup, changed into a sultry dress, blow dried my hair into trembling curls and headed to Lana’s room. I was feisty in a dangerous mood.“Wow!” Lana blurted. “Impressive outfit, you look rather sexy.” I grinned at her.“You look great too. Can we leave already?”I couldn’t wait any

Our kisses grew more intense, as he moved us against a wall, my back pushing into it. I weaved my hands urgently through his blonde, the familiar emotion surging, making up for the days we’d been apart. What was I doing? Oh, I knew so well. I was being held up against a wall in a bar, with a criminal’s tongue shoving deep down my throat. I was a revolting disappointment. “Stop! Put me down,” I said, forcing stern into my voice. But my lips were instantly swallowed up, sucking on them. I moaned. Was I serous? I moved one hand from around his neck to his face, pushing him away.“Jack, please.” He was gripping the back of my head tightly, so that my lips were deep into his mouth, my useless hand disappearing from his face and back around his neck. I groaned. I loved and repulsed this at the same time. I couldn’t live without him, but didn’t want to be with him. I wanted him desperately, yet couldn’t allow myself to. I was wholly irrational with my conflicting emotions. Pinning his lips