All Chapters of Only Regrets: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Belle, open your eyes,” Ethan's voice guards me off. I flinch and open my eyes quickly, my head still laying on Ethan's shoulder. I look here and there. We're still in the car. “Did I sleep?” I ask, turning my face slightly to Ethan. He flashes a warm smile and nods. “Yes, you did,” he retorts. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I felt so safe and comfortable. That's why.” “It's my pleasure, Belle. That you felt safe and comfortable with me,” he says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. Whenever he does it, my heart flutters badly. As soon as we reach the venue, the driver pulls the car to the side and stops it. Stepping out of the car, he opens the car's door for Ethan. Ethan walks around to my side, and opens the car's door for me, giving me his hand. I sigh and hold his hand tightly, stepping out of the car. Ethan helps me adjust my dress and hair. How cute he is! I grasp his arm gently, and we both walk further in. The venue is elegantly decorated with twinkling f

Hearing his words, I burst into tears and cling to him, embracing him in a tight hug by wrapping my arms around his neck, and crying my heart out. He hugs me back and lets me cry as much as I want. Aiden knows I don't know how to swim. Still he pushed me. Did he ever love me at all? How can a guy be like him? Cheater! Playboy! Liar! After a few minutes, I feel better, still lost in his arms, my eyes are closed. I don't know if it's his masculine cologne, his masculine touch, or my growing feelings for him that makes me feel safe and comfortable around him, I just feel at ease under his touch. Something is truly different with him. Everything seems peaceful. I recall every memory of our last night. How handsome he looked above me—even when he was sweating. How hot he looked when he bit his lower lip while he was thrusting inside me. How he said he loves me at the rooftop of the building. It was unexpected. And how he protected me from Aiden. He was his best friend. It touched my h

As soon as we reach his penthouse, he helps me stand up. My body is badly shivering from the cold. Ethan grasps my wrist and takes me inside the room, throwing my bag and heels gently on the sofa. “Take a hot shower. You'll feel better. I will cook something. We didn't eat anything there,” he says, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “Presume it as your own room. Okay.” I nod. He pecks my forehead softly. Pulling away from me, he starts to unbutton his shirt and throws it away. He removes his hair tie and reaches out for a towel. I'm gawking at his chiseled abs as he begins to brush his hair with the towel. I turn hurriedly and run inside the bathroom, otherwise I'll end up getting horny for him. After removing my clothes, I tap the hot shower on, but it doesn't help. My body is aching and still feeling the same cold seeping inside my bones. I'm sure as hell I'm going to catch a fever. Wrapping a towel around my body, I step outside; and stepping towards the closet, I open the

Taking rapid breaths, I pull away and brush my fingers on his abs; and then, as I trail my fingers down, I kneel down, grab his pants, and pull it down shamelessly. My heart races, seeing his arousal hard in front of my eyes. I smile mischievously. Locking my eyes with his, I let my fingers wander lower, teasingly skimming over his skin, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. He lets out a groan, his breath quickening. “Take it into your mouth, sweetheart,” he demands. “What?” I ask, continuing teasing him. “You know what I'm talking about,” he murmurs. My fingers continue teasing him, his body responding with his growing arousal. I lean in closer, replacing my fingers with the tip of my tongue. My own desires are growing more for him. I lick a slow, deliberate line, watching his reaction. “Belle, stop it now. Take it into your mouth,” he moans and closes his eyes, tangling his fingers in my hair. I stop and stand up on my feet. He opens his eyes, his eyes searching for

Every movement feels heavy and exhausting, a persistent headache throbbing behind my eyes, worsening my attempt to stand up for any longer. My feet tremble and vision blurs as if I'm about to faint. Ethan pulls me away and stands up. Holding my wrist, he takes me towards the bed and lays me down gently. My body is burning with a feverish heat. As he covers my body with the blanket, he sits beside me, taking my hand in his. “Ethan, can I ask you something?” I say, staring at his face. “Of course,” he retorts, caressing my head. “You hid your feelings for three whole years. Then, why did you ask me…for a date suddenly? And why did you ask Anna to talk to me?” “I heard rumors that you are dating someone secretly. I thought I never even saw you talking to any boy in a romantic manner,” he pauses then and lets out a gasp. “I felt horrible. I thought the whole day and night, what if it could be true! So, that's why I asked Anna to talk to you. I knew if there would be a guy in yo