Chapter 297
Cordy had no idea how long had passed, or how much progress John made -or if he was done with applying the ointment.
She had basically lost all patience when she suddenly felt the touch of his cool lips on her waist, away from the bruise.
She wheeled on him right then, stumbling backwards and shoving herself against the mirror, bristling as she snapped at John, "What do you think you're doing? You said you weren't interested!"
"Cant help it."
"Did you forget you're married?" Cordy exploded-could he be even a worse scumbag at this point?
Nonetheless, John replied loudly and clearly, "No. I'm not married yet."
"Even if you aren't, you're engaged. The wedding's but a matter of time," she retorted. "Or maybe you think you can mess around all you like before your wedding, even when you have a fiancee? Are contractual agreements the only thing capable of making you restrain yourself?"
John was actually left stumped by her rant.
In the end, he was simply bewitched and failed to stop himself from kissing her.
He could never resist her body, and he had overestimated himself.
"It's late, Mr. Levine. Go home," Cordy said, unceremoniously telling him to leave.
John stepped outside the front door, but stopped and said, "You can't apply that ointment on your own. I've spoken to Zoe, and she’ll be back early tomorrow—she’ll help you."
'"Got it."
"Goodnight-"
Bang!
The door was shut in John's face; he was left staring at it for moments, his face just inches shy of hitting it.
He actually thought about staying away, but each time he saw Cordy, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from yearning for her.
Six months.
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