Regret Novel 15

Charlotte bit her lip, her expression dimming.

She set her purse down. “I’ll make dinner.”

In the kitchen, Charlotte busied herself. The housekeeper always kept the fridge stocked with groceries, and when she’d had more free time, Charlotte used to cook dinner herself, waiting for Evander to come home. Even if he didn’t make it for dinner, she’d reheat the food later, just for him.

But he never touched it.

He had always told her not to bother.

For six years, she’d tried to do her duty as his wife, and for six years, he’d rejected every attempt.

Now that she’d stopped trying, suddenly he wanted to order her around again?

She didn’t dwell on it. She just wanted to get dinner over with.

She reached for the balsamic vinegar on the top shelf of the cabinet, but her hand couldn’t quite reach. Suddenly, a shadow fell over her, and a strong arm easily retrieved the bottle.

Charlotte could feel the heat radiating from the body behind her–tall, imposing, practically enveloping her.

It wasn’t as if they’d never been close before. She remembered the bathroom, how he’d pinned her against the wall, demanding her with that same searing intensity.

Snapping back to her senses, Charlotte edged away. “Dinner’s not ready yet. Why don’t you wait in the living room?”

Evander’s eyes darkened as he watched her retreat. In one swift movement, he pulled her into his arms.

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She froze.

“What are you running from? You never ran before, when I touched you.” There was a mocking glint in his eyes.

painfully, her

and anger warred

just another way to put

“It’s not… right.”

“What isn’t right?”

She couldn’t answer.

only grew bolder, a low laugh rumbling in his chest.

seen this side of him before–direct, demanding,

slept

turning away from his mouth as he

don’t

his gaze

“You don’t want to?”

“That’s right. I don’t.”

he snorted. “That’s

you.”

Her breath caught.

arms before she could react, carrying her

to the bedroom.

mattress dipped under his weight

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scoot away, but he

her hands against his chest, pushing him back. “Didn’t

“It can wait.”

like always–no romance,

her lip, enduring the

touched her.

supposed to be?

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