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.”

brownnosing smile. “Of course not. There’s nothing for you to

pressed me into the bed

know if the frequency of our lovemaking had made a difference, but I had grown more and more sensitive to his touch. A few teases were all it took to turn me

time, Dominic had become more wicked in bed. He would tease me until I

times to resist begging him, but that only resulted

I learned my lesson and played along. It would eventually work out in my favor

thing of mystery to him. Even after making love through the wee hours of the night, I was the

I almost screamed out of glee at the news he told me. At last, he was no longer staying

heavens must’ve heard

day of walking around on sore legs. I had been dreaming of the

finally sleep peacefully and alone

shopping speed increased exponentially

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

I realized that it was

Zanetti, I see you’re doing grocery

seem stilted or awkward as he greeted me. I returned his greeting and replied, “Yes. I’m running

awkward

saying, “I’m busy, so I’ll make a move. Enjoy

and waved goodbye

constant threats were nothing if not effective at instilling fear

bumped into Royce out of

I

absence lasted about a

she’s his fiancée. He should be spending more time with her after rendezvousing with me. Though

knocking bright and early on Sunday morning, dragging me out of my

exhaustion, struggling to open my eyes after rushing a manuscript last

to veg out in bed. Go

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