Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0012

I would have loved the rough way in which his lips kneaded mine, and I would have kissed him back with equal fervor if it was someone else. But this wasn't some stranger or lover of mine. It was Mark.

I struggled between pulling him to me and pushing him away. I wanted to clamp my teeth on his tongue or lips as I did the first time, but I couldn't bring myself to. This feeling was confusing. I wanted him to stop and go far away from me, but, insanely, I was scared that he would actually stop. It was crazy.

But I still struggled, and as I did, my eyes squeezed shut. I tried to speak even with his lips on mine. His tongue, somehow, made its way into my mouth. His body pressed on mine, and I could faintly feel the bulge in his trousers against my thighs.

My struggles doubled, and a scream rose in my chest.

My scream died in my throat because suddenly, his hands were off me, and I couldn't feel his body heat

anymore,

limbs

tall figure in front of me, his shoulders were broad, and his stance made me feel protected even though I didn't feel like I

leave," his deep voice rang out, hard and determined to stand his ground no matter what. His icy

the restroom, and your voices naturally drifted

his brows rode up his hairline, "Is this him, Sydney? Or he's one of them, isn't he? He's one of the

know him; I've never seen him before. This is the first time I'm even coming to this bar!" I blurted out. "Why are you so bent on

and faster. I moved away from behind

suppressed a laugh. It would have been even better if

my memory before, but somehow I couldn't place a finger on who he was. There was an air of authority about him; he oozed an undeniable confidence and power. And it was there; the memory of where or when

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