The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 33 You Don’t Get to Call Me Yours Anymore

But as the car door swung open, John got a clear look at his face. The rich kid from the wealthiest family. When had Lily gotten close to him? How dare she flirt with another man behind my back?

Lily was genuinely excited–tomorrow, she’d be voicing for “Born Defiant.”

She hummed a cheerful tune as she stepped out of the elevator. Just as she swiped her key card and opened the hotel room door, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her back. John had pounced like a leopard, slamming her hard against the wall.

“John, what the heck is wrong with you again? Let go of me!”

She had to get up early tomorrow; the last thing she wanted was to deal with one of his tantrums.

She pushed at him, trying to shove him away with all her strength.

But before she could get him off her, his lips came crashing down on hers–furious, burning with rage.

She loathed being tangled up with an ex.

Filled with fury, she used every ounce of strength to push, bite, and kick him.

But the difference in physical strength between a man and a woman was too great. The harder she fought, the more unhinged he became.

He clutched her waist like a beast breaking free from centuries of chains; his kisses grew hotter, wilder- like he wanted to melt her flesh and devour her whole.

“How dare you let Ivan kiss you? Lily, you’re my woman; how dare you let another man touch you?”

His kisses trailed lower in a frenzy, like he was about to sink his teeth into her neck and snap it.

“If you see Ivan again, I swear–I’ll kill him!”

“You’re insane!”

I possibly kiss her

kisses repulsed her to her core. She couldn’t hold back–she stomped

I’ll spell it out for you. Breaking up means from this moment on, we live and die as strangers. A proper ex should be like a corpse–gone and buried —not crawling out of the grave whenever they

“Lily!”

her say the word “breakup”

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drawing that line between them; couldn’t stand the idea of

rage completely incinerated the cool, rational control he once prided himself on. He didn’t want to hear another cutting word

whose woman she was.

crashing back

to drag her with him into an

collar and tore it open

the heck off

off; the helpless

hike up her skirt–to claim her entirely–when his phone rang, piercing

a call

had been at Elsa’s hospital room

Yvonne and Elsa had likely guessed he went to find

Elsa to marry into their family; of

flash on the screen, John immediately scowled and hung

phone rang

if something had really happened? After hesitating

him Elsa was at a nightclub, dancing—and that several men were eyeing her inappropriately, ready to make a

the call ended, she sent him

dancing wildly in a crowd, dressed

wore heavy makeup, bold red lips, and her every movement seemed designed to hit a