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?”

most peculiar ways, yet I sensed his

get out of here, pronto. So I played along. “If that’s

slightly loosened

my lips, then wandered down my chest, waist, and thighs, his voice deep, “When did you stop

feelings for Mark. We hadn’t even laid eyes on each other for three years while he

frowned, replying, “Mark and I have

got Mark drunk at a bar,

would get dragged back into this mess.

down, “Really?”

everyone’s messy like you and Margaret?”

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look, “There’s nothing between

“Bry! Bry!”

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

was on a mission to catch him

of sarcasm and bitterness, “She seems to

her territory right after

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

like now, utterly unbelievable.

Margaret’s voice grew