His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias) novel Chapter 79

At first, the kiss started off, easy, half assed; if you’d asked the pretty brunette Amara has smashed her lips against.

And that exactly what it was meant to be. This action was just a way to show Tobias that he wasn’t a fucking God, he wasn’t all that hot stuff, thinking he could control her life in any way he pleased, telling her who she should ans shouldn’t meet, and that she, was long done listening to his sick orders.

However, somewhere along the lines, things shifted and the kiss turned into something deeper, more intimate.

The brunette had gotten over his shock and was kissing her back, holding her close. He seemed to have understood the situation faster than Amara liked. Although she didn’t like the fact that he was sticking his damn tongue down her throat, she had no plans of backing out.

Because, even with her eyes closed, she could feel Tobias’s eyes burning a hole at the back of her head.

She could feel the intensity of his gaze, could hear the low growl emanating from his chest.

And soon, she heard the sound of his footsteps storming away. But she didn’t pull away just immediately. For good measures, she allowed the kiss go on for about a minute more, before pushing the stranger away.

She pulled away in time to watch Tobias’s back round the corner. Seeing the familiar back she was always used to seeing, Amara felt something tug in her chest.

Guilt?

Her thoughts were interrupted before she process any further.

“Do you usually go around kissing strangers?” The brunette’s question was light, but Amara could detect the flirtatious undertone in his words.

She turned her head to look at him and smiled, scanning him briefly from head to toe.

He was a tall and handsome with Hazel green eyes that oddly went well with the brown shade of his hair.

In a weird way, his beauty made him seem like some hot shot model, to Amara.

“Ugly ones, no.” She answered his question and he laughed. “Cute ones, only when I’m feeling extra generous.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Amara wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Don’t.”

The brunette feigned hurt, placing his hand over his chest. “How heartless. Are you just going to throw me away after using me? Not even a decent compliment?”

Perhaps it was the thick Italian accent mixed with his well acted farce of hurt, or just her bloody accursed heart, but Amara actually found herself feeling guilty.

It only took a second before she sighed. “I can pay you, if that’s what you want?”

The stranger gave her a look that said, ‘Do I really look that cheap?’ and Amara felt the urge to smack her forehead.

“I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant was…I…I”

Why was it so damn hard to handle one stranger? She screamed internally, closed her eyes and sighed once again.