I wrapped the bathrobe around my naked body as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was just planning to wash away Hunter\u2019s vomit from my body, but I took longer than I expected. I enjoyed theth so much that I totally lost track of time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at my dirty clothes, contemplating whether I should go out wearing my dirty clothes or come out of this bathroom wearing nothing underneath this robe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I glanced up at the clock hanging just above the vanity mirror. Over an hour had passed since I stepped in here. Hunter had to be fast asleep by now. He\u2019d been drunk out of his mind, barely conscious. What could possibly go wrong?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I let out a soft laugh under my breath, gave a half\u2013hearted shrug, and gathered the messy clothes in my arms. No big deal, I told myself. It\u2019s just a short walk back to the guest room. No one\u2019s going to see.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, I turned the handle and pushed the bathroom door open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I barely made it a step before something pulled me tight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me, one pressing against my lower back, the other curling around my neck firmly. I gasped, the bundle of clothes falling from my hands as I instinctively reached up to grab hold of the arm at my throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The robe slipped slightly off one shoulder as I froze, heart thudding wildly against my ribs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cH\u2013Hunter\u2026\u201d I called out his name as I was struggling to breathe. But his hand tightened around my neck even more. I was trying my best to remove his hand from my neck, but I failed. He was too strong. I can feel that I was about to pass out. I tried to call him out once more. \u201cH\u2013Hunter\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
And this time, I saw his dark eyes lightened as if he came out of his senses. He immediately loosened his fingers around my neck, allowing me to breathe freely. But he was choking me for so long that my legs weakened, and I was about to give in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He wrapped his strong arms around my waist to support me, preventing me from falling on the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBreathe slowly\u2026\u201d he whispered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I did what he said, and eventually, my breathing recovered. And now that I was able to breathe freely, my heart started racing when I realized how close we were. I can feel his warm breath fanning against my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My breathing slowly becomes heavy, and once again, I find it hard to breathe. Not from his hand, but from his overpowering presence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d he asked, his tone low and cold.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI came here to help you because you\u2019re out of control. If I only knew that this is what I\u2019d get for helping you, I shouldn\u2019t have come here,\u201d I replied, pressing my palm against his chest before pushing him with all my might.\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:32 Thu, Dec 25\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 31\u00a0<\/p>\n
CO\u00a0<\/p>\n
He moved just enough for me to get away from him. But before I can manage to take a few steps, he quickly grabs my arm and pulls me back before pinning me against the wall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are playing with fire, little dove,\u201d he whispered with his low, deep baritone voice. Then his eyes slowly moved down to my body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I followed his eyes, and my eyes widened in panic when I realized that the tie of my robe had been untied and part of my breast was showing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As much as I hate to admit it, he has this certain effect on me that only he can do. I was about to tighten my robe when he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing? Let me go!\u201d I ordered him in a panic. I felt so helpless, yet at the same time, I was excited to know what\u2019s going to happen <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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