Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Chills ran through Lindsey’s hand as if her thoughts were laid bare.

She tossed the belt down in frustration, stepping back, blushing, and pouting, “Try it yourself!”

Domenic smiled and secured the belt around his waist.

In fascination, Lindsey watched.

This man’s figure was so fine that anything he wore looked splendid.

A mere belt donned by him exuded a restrained, aristocratic air.

“It’s said giving a man a belt aims to capture his heart.

Are you afraid I might bolt?” Domenic looked up and said.

Lindsey stepped forward, seized his belt, and pulled him closer.

She narrowed her eyes, querying, “How do you know so much? Have you received a belt from another woman before? Huh?”

Domenic had recently gleaned such insights from books.

The subtleties of relationships eluded him previously.

Extending his hands, Domenic pressed Lindsey’s shoulders, pinning her against the shoe cabinet.

he stated emphatically, “Don’t

belt me,

”

to the floor, revealing a peek of the

Domenic’s gaze darted down

ward.

“What’s this? New attire?”

Lindsey’s face reddened instantly.

bag, but before she could,

red cut-out nightgown unfolded before

Lindsey’s neck flushed

she shut her eyes, longing to find a hole

warm hand encircled

his low, magnetic

fancy

”

opened her eyes, bit her lip, and whispered into Domenic’s ear, “I never pegged you

Truly… You’re quite bold.

”

scooped Lindsey up

his neck,