Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 90

Here we went again.

His classic move-shutting me up with a kiss when the argument heated up.

Bryant gripped my chin, kissing me fiercely, urgently, his hands finding their way around. my waist, sending shivers down my spine.

I know if he kept this up, by the time I walked out that door, I’d look like I’d been through a

windstorm.

But what could I do?

He was domineering, overpowering in these moments, and the physical disparity between men and women is as wide as the Grand Canyon.

Unable to resist, I was aware Bryant preferred being yielded to. So, I tilted my head back and pleaded softly, “Bryant, please, not like this… I can’t show my face later…”

“Who are you showing it to? Mark?”

His voice was a husky whisper against my lips, oddly alluring even now.

At this point, arguing would only make things worse. So, while reluctantly reciprocating his kiss, I seized the opportunity to clarify, “It’s… it’s nothing like that with him… It’s just for the design competition… mm…”

“So, you’re using him?”

peculiar ways, yet I sensed

I played along. “If

slightly loosened his

as his thumb traced my lips, then wandered down my chest, waist,

I didn’t recall ever having feelings for Mark. We hadn’t even laid eyes on each other for three years while he was overseas. Why on earth did

and I

got Mark drunk at a bar, I needed to

get dragged back

looked down,

think everyone’s messy like you and Margaret?” I

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a serious look, “There’s nothing between her

“Bry! Bry!”

one both of us knew all too well, echoed from outside, getting closer, accompanied by persistent

on a mission to catch

at Bryant with a mix of sarcasm and bitterness, “She seems to know your every

her territory

to look me in the eye and claim he only gave her that necklace as a comforting gift

like now,

Come out!” Margaret’s voice