Semua Bab STUBBORN HEARTS - LOVING WRONG: Bab 61 - Bab 70

We finish setting the table for dinner at around half past one, while I am still mangled with the redoubtable picture upstairs—Ray and my child—because she is not his child as far as I am concerned. My daughter finally won over my bullheadedness, and the stupid jerk won with his mental blackmail too. I had to let him stay for a while and be with his daughter, which he does not deserve at all. But the guy had the bravery to lull himself into sleep in my own house and on my bed. The gut, huh?It is stinging! It is hurting me so much. It is shattering my heart and itching my ass that my daughter is enveloped in the arms of that bastard acting like a loving daddy. I wish I had a strong heart to say no once more to my daughter and kick that jerk’s ass out, because that is what he deserved. Actually, he deserves worse than that. It is said that the judge is in heaven, but I feel like crowing myself as a judge of such crimes here on earth and making my own judgment. I would clear the faces o

I walk up the stairs with my entire body flaring with a combo of rupturing sentiments. If Ray is really innocent, what now? I am sure that will warrant him all the grounds in the world to get close to us—I mean, to his daughter. His urge will grow stronger. He will be unstoppable until he gets what he wants. Then his entire family will come after me and my daughter, most especially that blackhearted, wicked mother of his and his grossly abhorrent wife. It will be utter chaos. And him? Which side will he choose? Can he go against his entire family to protect his daughter from their evil schemes? Will he toss us aside once again, just like he did back then?I saunter into my bedroom, and I find his shoes, coat, and bottle of liquor cluttered on the floor. The guy could not even try to display some little crap of decency in my room. What a jerk! I collect them all. I was meaning to throw them out through the window, but I found myself resting them on the table at the window.I stroll bes

“Nobody can hate the Irma that I knew, much less your own child, Irma.” He states it so nonchalantly, like he is saying it from the deepest part of his heart.As if he did not see how my daughter was behaving towards me. That aside, I should not show him how this is affecting me. I should not let him know he is winning and that his win is breaking my every sense.“Well, I am no longer that same old Irma. I am someone else so different from that naive girl of five years ago.” I state, hoping that this transformation that I am talking about is not one of the reasons behind the rift between me and Angel aside from her father’s return.“What changed you?” He implores, stepping in closer, and I hope he is not anticipating taking another step. I don’t want to anticipate us being closer than we already are.“You and your entire family changed me. You all turned me into this bitter woman that I am right now.” I fire right into his face.He takes a long wink, as if that drilled through his hea

Being atop of him like this awakens all the feelings I felt for him a long time ago. Things that I have not had time for for five good years. Things that I did not anticipate I would ever feel again, especially for him. And above all, there are things that I am not ready to feel again.This shit is forbidden! Totally forbidden! I have no time for this.I jerk myself away from him, and the good thing is that he did not object. He did not try to hold me back. He just unclasped his hands willingly. He perhaps knows he has no right to cage me with him like that. Pinning me to him as if he has any right or as if what we had meant any fuck to him. It’s a serious offense.I stand near the bed and eventually find myself slamming my butt on the soft mattress as I battle to rock-steady my emotions. How can my stupid body react as if I crashed into an electric spark? How on earth can it react to him this way? Has it forgotten what he put me through?Damn me!Oh, I know. It must be the phenomena

Ray sweeps me off the floor and envelopes me with him as he walks over to the door and turns the knob. Security, sorted! It is just us inside this room. With our bodies ablaze with the pressing desires that have been concealed and curbed for years,And his eyes are just as I liked them back then. Actually, these feelings are so familiar. Everything—his touch, his scent, his breathing, his warmth—is all of him. Nothing seems to have altered. And us being like this reminds me of every single cloying memory we have ever had before. Everything is surging in me like a savage stream, aggravating my desires.As he slams my back on the bed and falls atop me, my sweet pot of honey down there is already dripping with his bittersweet arousal. The throbs are massive and strong, almost causing a rapture. Every single nerve in me is on high alert, calling him. The mere stroke of his huge bulge against my sensitive, needy spot jerks my back up as a moan of desire escapes my lips.I grab his belt and