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?”

to conclusions in the most peculiar ways, yet I

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

loosened

thumb traced my lips, then wandered

laid eyes on each other for three years while he was overseas. Why on earth did Bryant think I was

replying, “Mark and I have

drunk at a bar, I needed to set

get dragged back into

looked down,

else? You think everyone’s messy like you and Margaret?” I couldn’t help but

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serious look, “There’s nothing between her and

“Bry! Bry!”

finished, a familiar voice, one both of us knew all too well, echoed from outside, getting closer, accompanied by

she was on a mission to

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

vaguely recalled how Margaret declared her territory

look me in the eye and claim he only gave her

like now, utterly unbelievable.

out!” Margaret’s voice