Love the Second Time Around Novel

Chapter 111

Chapter 111 A Torture

The knocking continued as I scrambled to get out of bed and put on a coat.

The noise grew louder as I got to my living room. I had no choice but to answer the door before the neighbors filed a complaint against me.

I could have sworn I was this close to biting Dominic’s head off when I saw him at my entrance as soon as I opened the door.

“Are you out of your mind? I need my rest even if you don’t. You’re so inconsiderate.”

Standing under the dim light, Dominic did not say a word but merely stared into my eyes.

He actually looks quite scary.

No, I shouldn’t cave. I need to look imposing since I’ve started a fight with him.

Straightening my back, I continued scolding him, “What are you looking at? Your actions have successfully unleashed my wrath. If you’re thinking of finding faults with me in the wee hours, please do so in the morning. Bye!”

As I was about to shut the door, he slammed his fist on it.

“Hey… What are you trying to do? What’s this all about? Hey, Dominic, don’t pretend!”

I thought he wanted to throw a punch at me, but he just fell on me unexpectedly.

Panic-stricken, I hugged him and realized that he reeked of alcohol.

Did he hit the bar again? What’s up with him? Is he drunk again?

For a while, I shook him, patted him, and yelled his name, but he did not move a muscle nor give me any response.

Subsequently, I painstakingly pushed him toward the wall so I could see him face to face. Darn it, he has dozed off!

This is ridiculous! What am I supposed to do now with a drunkard?

fact that I had no other option, with all my might, and dragged him

heavy. Oh

a breather, I kicked him twice and slapped him on the face multiple times. Like a

to create trouble for me even when he’s

up a night here. I

time and yet I could not find

about to return to my room to

Please

faltered at his soft request. Who is he asking to stay? Camille, I bet. Wow, what a pair! He misses her so much albeit being as drunk as a

of his grip. However, no matter how hard I struggled, he would only

Let me go, you’re hurting

of strength, I sat down

because I stop resisting him, he loosened his grip, and it was less

to take off his tie, I helped him

don’t you go home when you’re drunk? Why

really angry to see him so wasted; I

he almost died due to intoxication. Look at you now, don’t you care about your

no clue what made him drink excessively.

“Don’t go…”

fine. Stop talking and go to sleep.” I found his repeated

a

exhausted. Whatever, let me get some

floor and leaned toward

position was rather uncomfortable; my neck was sore and the floor was chilly. I

through my bleary eyes, I

little, I carefully moved my hand out of

to my

it, I’ll put up with

I saw him attempting to remove his clothes. After pondering, I decided

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