Love the Second Time Around Novel

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?

with all my might, and dragged him to my couch. Then, I sat panting

he’s so heavy. Oh my

I kicked him twice and slapped him on the

to create trouble

up

time

my

Please

I bet. Wow, what a pair! He misses her so much

my hand out of his grip. However, no matter how hard I struggled, he would only tighten his

Let me go, you’re hurting me. I’m not

of strength, I sat down on the

I stop resisting him, he loosened his

his tie, I helped him untie it. I think he

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

was really angry to see him so wasted; I pinched him

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

him drink excessively. He’s got

“Don’t go…”

fine. Stop talking and go to sleep.”

seemed to work like a charm.

was exhausted. Whatever, let

I sat on the floor and

and the

eyes, I saw Dominic sleeping

carefully moved my hand out of his

to my bedroom and picked up

put up

the living room, I saw him attempting to remove his clothes. After pondering,