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

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

loosened his

gaze was dangerously flirtatious as his thumb traced my lips, then wandered down my chest, waist, and thighs, his voice deep, “When did you stop liking him?”

for three years while he was overseas. Why on earth did Bryant think I

I have nothing going

last time Bryant got Mark drunk at a bar,

would get dragged back

looked down,

like you and Margaret?”

1/2

Chapter 90

serious look, “There’s nothing

“Bry! Bry!”

of us knew all too well, echoed from outside, getting closer,

was like she was on a mission to catch him in the

sarcasm and bitterness, “She seems to know your every move. How

her territory

the eye and claim he only gave her

like now,

out!” Margaret’s

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255