Love the Second Time Around Novel

Chapter 122 Acting Guilty

I checked my phone, almost dropping it when I saw who the sender was.

It was a text from Royce from my blind date.

I could not help but feel like I was cheating on him.

In his text, Royce mentioned that he had not contacted me because he had been away on a business trip. He followed that up with an invitation to chat the next day.

Chat? About what? Dominic’s warning remained at the forefront of my mind. If he knew about Royce’s existence, I would be dead meat.

I stared at the doorway guiltily as if expecting Dominic to materialize at any moment. I tapped out a reply to Royce hastily.

I’m sorry, but we shouldn’t keep in touch anymore. I’ve got a boyfriend now.

After I sent out the text, I sighed in relief.

Royce merely replied, Alright.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the bedroom. I quickly erased Royce’s conversation history and buried my phone under my pillow. To complete my act of innocence, I pretended to be absorbed in drawing.

Dominic’s senses were, however, razor-sharp.

The minute he got on the bed, he pulled me into his arms and gazed at me inquisitively. “You seem nervous. Feeling guilty about something?”

My heart was about to leap out of my throat at that point. Still, I thought I put on a rather convincing act of nonchalance as I replied, “You’re the one who is guilty.”

He began toying with a strand of my hair as he commented, “That’d better be the case. Liliana, you know the consequences.”

twitched before I could muster a brownnosing smile. “Of course not. There’s nothing

bed and got down

the frequency of our lovemaking had made a difference, but I had grown more and more sensitive to his touch. A few

become more wicked in bed. He would tease me until I was burning with desire and immediately stop his movements, waiting for me

to resist begging him, but that only resulted

lesson and played along. It would eventually

thing of mystery to him. Even after making love through the wee hours of the night, I was the one who felt utterly spent

a supermarket when Dominic called me. I almost screamed out of glee at the news he told me. At last, he was no

heavens

in my house meant another day of walking around on sore legs. I had been dreaming of the day he would

sleep peacefully

shopping speed increased

of snacks into my shopping cart for good measure. As I reveled in

that it was

see you’re doing grocery shopping as

stilted or awkward as he greeted me. I returned his greeting and replied,

into awkward silence

“I’m busy, so

and waved goodbye

with relief. Dominic’s constant threats were nothing

Royce out of coincidence, and Dominic’s

Dominic around, I slept like

lasted about

busy with Camille; after all, she’s his fiancée. He should be spending more time with her after rendezvousing with me. Though how he manages to keep the fiancée

early on Sunday morning, dragging me out

struggling to open my eyes after rushing a manuscript last

is to veg out in bed. Go