Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 53 Where Have You Been All My Life

Stella was unnerved, since she had always thought of the relationship with Miles as an affair.

“I thought you hated affairs, so let’s go public.” He put out his cigarette and whispered.

Stella was like a cat on hot bricks. “I meant we’re ending this. We’re going our separate ways. You aren’t me. You can’t understand.”

Miles didn’t budge. “And that’s precisely why I want to f*ck you.”

Stella squirmed, and for some reason, her cheek came into contact with his lips, much to her annoyance. Her fury lit up the fire of lust within Miles. All at once, he picked her up and went around the fake hill, going into the house through the front door. Fortunately, no one saw them, but Stella was on the verge of tears. There’s people looking.

Miles didn’t go to the first floor bedroom last time. Instead, he went upstairs. Once he got into a room, he backed her against a wall. “Feisty, are you?”

Stella’s chest was heaving sexily, and once again, Miles picked her up and put her on the bed. She resisted in silence, but her strength was no match for Miles’.

Subsequently, they took their clothes off and made a mess on the floor. This time, Miles had a condom on, and he wasn’t that rough with her anymore. In fact, he was gentle.

Regret and pleasure washed over her at once. Being with Miles was a delight, but it couldn’t wash her guilt away. She held her tongue throughout the process, fearing that someone might hear them. Halfway through, Miles wanted her to lean against the window as he went into doggy style.

“You’re worried they might see you, huh? Well, I want them to see how you’re ‘cheating’ with your man.” He nibbled on her ear.

She felt her ear heating up, and the feeling of guilt from cheating welled up again. She thought it would end at the first time, but no. The continuous depravity was weighing itself on her.

She felt helpless as Miles did whatever he wanted with her. He could see through her every thought and every feeling.

He knew her thoughts and struggles, but he wouldn’t let her struggle anymore. He tore apart that struggle, and also her clothes.

someone with their soul while f*cking someone else for hours. On the other hand, once Stella’s body fell for someone, her soul would follow, too. She knew she was falling, but she couldn’t do anything about it as the

downstairs carried on with work, drawing

could see what

in America? Nobody can run from me when I have my eyes on them,” he said angrily from

from him. That time, she was delighted he didn’t have sex with her, but she didn’t expect it to come back

them. Miles wanted to help, but she shoved him away. Once she

came out after her, still buttoning his sleeve, for he was worried about Stella.

woman for a moment. She was an elegant lady, and her gaze pierced through Stella,

your body count now, President

It was obvious

Even though they had never met, it was just like what Yulia had told her. She instinctively knew the woman was Yvonne. Aside from her height and elegance, there

she took the time to stare at Yvonne. She didn’t stop

hill alone that day, on foot. She never thought much about the path, since she always traveled up and down by car, but when she went down

she told the workers she’d be leaving first. ‘Be serious

to karaoke that night over a text, and she agreed. There was nothing to do that night anyway. Later, Yulia picked her up off the streets. She didn’t say she went to Miles’ place, only that she went to a client’s house to supervise a

hair, Stella? You look like you got f*cked by someone. Comb it.” Yulia handed a comb to her as she drove,

f*cked by someone, Stella

was singing. The song spoke to her. How great would it be if he’s not married, if he’s single, and if he’s seeing me

Yulia noticed her tears, she asked, “Did you fall for someone, Stella? Is he

day, and the source of it was Yvonne North. She was jealous of Yvonne, but it wasn’t Yvonne’s fault—it was Miles’. He was too capricious for Stella. She couldn’t hide anything from him,

back home that night, Stella noticed something shocking—she was out

work for money in the first place, since her expenses far exceeded her income. However, that night she realized that her salary wasn’t enough to cover her expenses. Having lunch at work and calling for deliveries after she started working was

had to do was say the word, and her expenses were covered. However, after he was incarcerated, she noticed she was running out of money. There were