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 in front of me. My chest heaved up and down

broad, and his stance made me feel protected even though I didn't feel like I needed protection at

deep voice rang out, hard and determined to stand his ground no matter what. His icy y gaze riveted to the stranger, "So that's what you do

in the restroom, and

gaze dropped on me, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe as he pinned me with that hot gaze. He pointed at the stranger, and his brows rode up his hairline, "Is this him, Sydney? Or

"Why are you so bent on convincing

rage, he attempted to pull me from behind him again, but my savior was bigger and faster. I moved away from behind him and stood a few feet away from both of

sir." I suppressed a laugh. It would have been even better

eyes at him. I could swear that I had seen that face somewhere before. His piercing eyes and chiseled features felt like they had been ingrained in 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 I had seen the face, but I couldn't quite reach it. It remained

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