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

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

loosened

to breathe. 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

for three years while

replying, “Mark and I

Bryant got Mark drunk at a bar, I needed to set things

get dragged back

looked down, “Really?”

messy like you and Margaret?”

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fixed me with a serious look, “There’s nothing

“Bry! Bry!”

as he finished, a familiar voice, one both of us knew all too well, echoed

was on a mission to

looked at Bryant with a mix of sarcasm and bitterness, “She seems to know your every move. How is that nothing?”

declared her territory right after

had the audacity to look me in the eye and claim he only gave her

now,

out!” Margaret’s