Corey suddenly felt hooked with the book and even when his reading was slow, failed to understand some words and was finding it hard to understand some idioms, he was getting intrigued as to how the FL had sex with her husband's best friend a month to her marriage and from the description and how the author explained, she was confused about who she loved. Corey believed she loved her husband and it was a mistake but after four hours, the evening falling to the city, he was just on page 59.
His eyes hurt and his throat felt sore as he had been reading internally. Not only that, he felt hungry and tired and extremely curious to know if she told her husband before she married him.
Claire who had been asleep for four hours reluctantly opened her eyes which were facing her bookshelf. Claire pressed her lips in a thin line tasting the alcohol she had some time ago.
After challenging her laziness, she rolled to rest on her back, giving her the chance to view the ceiling and recall all that happened. She recalled gradually until her mind settled on Donald carrying her into her room.
If he took her in where was he? She looked around and when she found no trace of him, she fall her head to the bed and sighed. Why would he still be in her room when he called her useless? So, she didn't disturb herself to her feet, she just lie down there until she needed her phone. When she didn't find it, she decided to stay in bed again. Claire closed her eyes and sighed. She didn't want to think about Donald because it only causes her heart to ache so she imagined beautiful moments with him. Donald falling in love with her and kissing her as he brought her to the bed. She smiled at her imagination continuously until she heard her phone ring.
Who could be calling her by now? She sat up and looked around, searching for where the sound was coming from and after the third ring, she found out there was someone on the balcony. A thief?
With a racing heart and shaky body, she stood up and tiptoed to the glass that was separating her room from the balcony. She wanted to see who was on her balcony and to her shock it was Donald. What was he doing in her house by this time? It was seven already and he was still here?
Finding out that there wasn't a thief and it was just the man she thought had left, she went into the balcony to see he was pressing his face to her book. Ah, the book she was reading before going to her engagement...why would he read her book? Claire didn't know why she went forward to grab the book of his hand. She just did and when she did, she realized she did wrong.
"Why?" She heard him ask as he frowned at her. But thankfully, she took the book from him because there wasn't light to read and he had been peering so hard at the book causing his eyes to ache a little. He blinked his eyes and shook his head.
"Did I give you permission to read my book, it's mine and I don't want to share it!" She wailed.
"I saw it here and wanted to read it, was it bad?"
"It is, especially if it's you. It's a crime for you to read it!"
"Why?" He was upset because she was sounding the way he did to her.
"Because it's you...I don't want you to touch my things and get away from my chair!!"
"I don't want to," he stubbornly said.
"I don't want you on my chair, you said I beg for your love and I don't... I'm clearing that up now so get away from me!! My chair!!" And it sounded like she was going to cry. He called her useless and a pain and it hurt her because she liked him too much.
"Go away," she had been pulling him to get up and had also been crying for him to but he didn't and now she was kind of out of strength so when he pulled back the moment she wanted to pull him off, she fell on top of him.
The force he expected from her didn't happen so the force he was planning to throw at her attack fired back at him so he fell back to the bed and with his hand being held by hers, he dragged her down with him, causing that sexy position.
They were both shocked at the sudden incident but when he looked at her, he saw her wet face. Had she been crying? He didn't like that she was crying. Yes, it was true that he wanted to stay away from her because she was a distraction but he didn't want to cause her pain even though his words are harsh.
"Are you crying?" He asked.
"It's none of your business," she prepared to push back but he stopped her by wrapping her waist and pulling her close to him.
"I'm not saying sorry," he told her so she looked at him only for him to lift his hands to wipe her tears.
"Stop doing that," she frowned.
"Why?"
"I don't want something from someone who hates me," she frowned.
"I don't hate you!"
"Then...why can't you apologize?" She fired, "if you apologize we'll..."
"Okay, I'm sorry for calling you useless," he felt ashamed to apologise to her.
"Just that?"
"Yes," he looked at her.
"Let me go! I don't know why you are still here anyway," she said as she was trying to get away from him so he grabbed her hand and swirled her around only for him to stay on top of her.
Countless times! She had always wished he'd stay on top of her and feel what it was like and now. She felt suddenly shy and her heart was racing for no reason. She was expecting from him naughty things but because it was new to her body and not her mind she looked down when he leaned closer to her.
"I wanted to ask you for something, that's why I stayed," he answered.
"What's..." She was looking cute as she pouted.
"I want to finish the book, give it to me," he said.
"Never!"
"But I've apologized, what else? You didn't apologize for slapping me, beating my chest and hitting my... hitting my...with your stupid high heels. You caused me to yell at you!"
"I didn't slap you, stop lying!"
"Really?" He settled on his heels and began to undress his upper part.
"What are you doing?" Claire panicked but then she asked herself, why was she panicking?