When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 90

Here we went again.

His classic move-shutting me up with a kiss when the argument heated up.

Bryant gripped my chin, kissing me fiercely, urgently, his hands finding their way around. my waist, sending shivers down my spine.

I know if he kept this up, by the time I walked out that door, I’d look like I’d been through a

windstorm.

But what could I do?

He was domineering, overpowering in these moments, and the physical disparity between men and women is as wide as the Grand Canyon.

Unable to resist, I was aware Bryant preferred being yielded to. So, I tilted my head back and pleaded softly, “Bryant, please, not like this… I can’t show my face later…”

“Who are you showing it to? Mark?”

His voice was a husky whisper against my lips, oddly alluring even now.

I seized the opportunity to clarify, “It’s… it’s nothing like

“So, you’re using him?”

in the most peculiar ways,

So I

Bryant slightly loosened his

lips, then wandered down my chest, waist, and

recall ever having feelings for Mark. We hadn’t even laid eyes on each other for three

“Mark and I have nothing going

last time Bryant got Mark drunk at a bar,

get dragged back into this

Bryant looked down, “Really?”

messy like you and Margaret?”

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fixed me with a serious look, “There’s nothing between her and

“Bry! Bry!”

a familiar voice, one both of us knew all too well,

on a

a mix of sarcasm and bitterness, “She seems to know your every move. How is that

recalled how Margaret declared her

eye and claim he

now, utterly