Everett was a mess—a walking disaster area, so filthy that it seemed even he couldn't stand his own reflection.

"Everett, when have I ever complained about that?" Dorothy tried to grab his hand with a stubborn determination, but he jerked away, only for her to reach for him again.

Suddenly, Everett's towering figure pinned her against the wall, his grip on her hand unyielding. His long legs aggressively wedged themselves between hers, trapping her in place. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Everett." Before Dorothy could protest, his lips crashed down on hers.

It was wild and frantic.

As if this kiss was their last, he devoured her mouth, claiming it, unwilling to let go.

Dorothy felt the air being sucked from her lungs, her body

from Everett's mouth, the

struggling to escape him but rather to check where he

for his, and she was left helpless under his

about to pass out, she bit his lip

as if his senses had snapped back into

long moment to compose herself

room, Everett

fully clothed, letting the icy water soak

doing—investigating, confirming

woman, always spewing lies, he thought. But this time, for some

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