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All Chapters of Getting Over Him (A Bonus Novella - Arianna's POV): Chapter 21 - Chapter 22
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Chapter – 21
Getting Over Him (A Bonus Novella - Arianna's POV)/Catherine Edward
A deep sigh escaped the confines of my lungs when Orlando allowed me to get up, and both of us adjusted our clothes. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmured as he looked at me intently. “Or I can stay with you.”“Why?”“Is that question necessary?” His brows rose. “I’m not done with you yet.”A smile crept on my lips as I watched him climb into the driver’s seat. I was giddy with excitement as I slipped between the front seats to sit in the passenger seat. “Your apartment is an hour away. I prefer you in my room tonight.”“Impatient, I see.”“Can you blame me?”Orlando’s free hand held mine as we drove back to my parents’ home.“How did you find me here?”“I was coming to see you. When I saw you crossing the road, I followed.”“You saw.”A slight pause before he responded. “I did.”“He’d been pressuring me to meet and said he wanted to talk. He said it was urgent.”Orlando raised my hand to his lips, pressing them on my wrist. “You don’t have to explain anything, Arianna. I followed you a
Last Updated : 2024-03-05Chapter – 22 | The End
Getting Over Him (A Bonus Novella - Arianna's POV)/Catherine Edward
Sunlight streamed through the maple-colored curtains. I stretched under the sheets, relishing the soft texture caressing my bare skin. Orlando was missing from the bed. He was an early riser, unlike me. A tray of food and flowers greeted me. How can I not fall in love with this man? My body ached deliciously when I hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I smiled to myself at the memories of last night’s events. A deep chuckle had rumbled out of his chest when he flipped me on my stomach. His hand caressed my tattooed ass cheek, giving it a squeeze. His chuckle soon turned into full-blown laughter. Why wouldn’t he laugh? The tattoo consisted of a dark-colored dick with thick red letters reading “fuck me harder.” The reason I always covered my bottom with modest underwear. His hand had given a tap, making it bounce. “Those words are encouraging.” He’d caressed the flesh before slipping his hands inside my dripping folds. The slow, torturous caress had driven me crazy. Orlando
Last Updated : 2024-03-05
