Chapter 7
Time moved slowly.
During the ten days Patrick was away, life was surprisingly peaceful and calm.
Edward never reached out to me again.
That night felt like a bizarre dream.
Sometimes, I even wondered if that was really Edward.
Why would a man so untouchably elite stoop to such a cruel game with his own brother?
On Friday afternoon, Patrick called to say he would be back in the capital that night.
He told me to wait for him at home.
I packed my things and took a car back to the Jenkins’s residence.
After showering, I lay on the couch, scrolling through my phone while waiting for Patrick.
But I fell asleep before I knew it.
I didn’t know how long I slept, but the sound of a door opening woke
- me.
Groggy, I sat up and saw a tall figure walking toward me, silhouetted by the light behind him.
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The familiar cold scent of pinewood hit my nose. It was Edward’s scent.
My heart tightened suddenly.
He stepped closer, without his glasses. It was just like that night.
I reached out my hands, asking for a hug.
When Edward bent down and held me, I lifted my face, kissed his chin softly, and whispered a playful complaint, “Why did you come back so late? I was waiting and nearly fell asleep.”
His breath caught for a moment.
But the arms holding me suddenly tightened. It was so tight I couldn’t help but let out a sharp hiss.
I leaned in and bit his neck lightly.
“You’re hurting me again.
“I’ve only recovered for a few days. No more teasing me tonight, Patrick…”
“What did you call me?” Edward grasped my chin firmly.
I couldn’t resist his strength and turned my face to meet his.
His heated breath brushed against my nose. It was so warm it made me shiver.
My eyelashes fluttered, and my soft lips were captured by his.
The kiss started gently but quickly intensified, like a storm raging.
“Do you miss me?”
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His fingers on my jaw tightened just enough, forcing me to part my lips. slightly so he could deepen the kiss.
“Yes…”
My answer was hesitant and vague.
He pressed, “Who do you miss? Be clear.”
“I miss you, Patrick…”
Suddenly, his teeth bit down hard on my lips.
“Pat…”
Pain brought tears to my eyes, and I glared at him in hurt and frustration.
But before I could say “Patrick,” his reckless, fierce kiss silenced me completely.
He left me no room to breathe and no chance to resist.
The moment he completely pinned me down and took control, he finally cupped my face and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes with his thumb.
He asked again, “Michelle, what do you call me?”
I couldn’t help but sob softly.
“Honey. Honey…”
At last, I felt myself float on the highest cloud.
Edward’s heavy breathing brushed my ear as he whispered, “Do you
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like it when I treat you like this?”
I choked on my tears, wanting to say no, but his kiss left me unable to
move.
All I could do was nod quietly, sniffling.
His kiss softened gradually.
“From now on, I’ll treat you like this every day. How about that?”
“That’ll leave me hurt. It’s painful. You never treated me like this before…”
He pinned me against his chest. “Did I hurt you tonight?”
I shook my head instinctively.
Though he was rougher and fiercer than before, this time it didn’t hurt at all.
“Do you feel good then?”
I bit down on my lip suddenly, cheeks warming.
The body wouldn’t lie.
I couldn’t deny Edward gave me pleasures Patrick never had.
Maybe the thrill of the forbidden was intoxicating. Or maybe, deep down, I had never truly liked Patrick. Now I feared and hated him even
more.
Slowly, I lifted my face in his arms and whispered, “Yes.”
A wildfire of desire flared suddenly in his satisfied eyes.
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“Michelle.”
He flipped me beneath him, pinning me to the bed, our fingers entwined tightly.
“From now on, you can only do it with me, okay?”
I giggled softly. “What are you saying? Of course, I’m only doing it with you, Patrick…”
“Don’t say that name.” His voice dropped sharply.
I blinked, startled. “What’s wrong with you? You’re acting all weird.”
He released my hand and gently covered my eyes.
“Michelle, I really like it when you call me ‘honey.’ Every time you say it, I get especially excited. Call me that from now on, okay?”
I reached up to pull his hand away, but my fingers brushed over an old scar on his wrist.
For a moment, something flickered deep inside me, but I couldn’t catch
- it.
After a long pause, I whispered, “Okay, honey.”
