Trouble in Paradise

I couldn't let Nicholas know that I got hurt. The last thing I wanted v for him to be informed of my situation. Otherwise, he would patronize.. by saying nonsense like, "I knew it'd end up this way." "If you don't want to talk, then don't. Do you think I care to listen?"

As Nicholas lost interest, his grip around my ankle was no longer seductive. Instead, it was replaced by sheer pain. But physical pain was easier to bear than heartache.

He was always like this. Saying vague things to make me soften up, yet resorting to force when that didn't work. But no matter what he did, were his actions genuine at all?

I couldn't afford to invest any more feelings in him because I had already given too much-so much that thinking about it hurt. So, there was no way I'd be led by his games anymore.

He could act up all he wanted, but I wouldn't let him lay a finger on me.

Flashing him a defiant smile, I slowly withdrew my legs. Once I found my shoes on the ground and slipped them on, I felt a bit more secure.

"It's fine. I know Pete wouldn't have sex with you," Nicholas whispered, almost as if speaking to himself rather than to me.

My heart skipped a beat. He was right. Although Pete couldn't keep his hands to himself and kept flirting with me, he respected me. Even when he joked about wanting to sleep with me, it was just talk. He had no intention of taking things further. Not wanting Nicholas to see through me, I snickered. "You sure trust him."

"It's not that I trust him, it's just...

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He trusted Pete's feelings toward me, but these words were left unsaid because this notion alone sounded too absurd for him. How could he ever approve of another man pursuing his woman?

One moment, Nicholas was lost in thought. But in the next moment, he suddenly had me in his arms. Right in front of his fiancée's house, he recklessly pressed himself against me in the car.

The air, mixed with his scent,

overwhelmed me in an instant and I nearly suffocated. It wasn't until he began groping me did I snapped bac my senses and realized he was actually going to go all the way with me.

That was it. Once again, I swung my fist at his face. However, he caught it without even lifting his head, and his fingers threaded between mine, slowly opening them up until our fingers were intertwined. He pinned the back of my hand against the car window.

A jolt of panic shot through me. "Nicholas, don't go too far."

Nicholas flashed an Indifferent smile at me. "And what if I do? Are you going to report me for rape?"

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Fine. I'll fulfill your wish then. I'll leave something inside you so you have proof to report."

His seemingly playful, yet serious, words sent a chill down my spine. One of his hands snaked behind my neck. He grabbed my nape, forcing me to lift my head. The next moment, his lips were pressed

tightly against mine.

He was kissing me again...

I felt dazed. Hadn't we gotten divorced? We had, right? So why was he doing this?

I closed my eyes, realizing my senses were filled with his scent. I hated it. I had smelled it for so many years, and I didn't want to anymore.

I kept my mouth shut, but a sudden pain shot through my waist. Nicholas had pinched me. When I whimpered in pain, it was just what he wanted as he deepened our kiss.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.