Michael's blunt words made me flush red. I couldn't believe he said that with a straight face on.
We hadn't had the chance to have a proper conversation since that night, and we certainly hadn't been intimate in a while. Yet, he was being that straightforward.
“You shameless oaf!”
I pushed Michael as hard as I could. My body wasn't opposed to being with him, but I didn't like the idea of him forcing my hands. Moreover, I still hadn't moved on from the incident last year, and I was truly annoyed.
“Shameless? Weren't you enjoying yourself that night, too? Can you really say that you didn't feel anything at all?”
Michael's words were even more shameless, and his lips had already reached my ear. He was nibbling on my ear and neck.
“Michael Shaw, leave me the hell alone!”
I exerted my energy and pushed him while anger kept building inside my heart. This guy really can say all sorts of shameless things without feeling anything. Seriously, is he that into forcing others?
He used his weight to pin me down and prevented me from moving about. I tried to push at him but to no avail. By then, his hand had already started caressing my body, and his breathing had become uneven.
I knew the desire within him was burning wildly, and my heart trembled. I stopped pushing him as hard.
“Weren't you rejecting me just moments ago? Why are you stopping now? You've missed me this past year, haven't you?”
He whispered endlessly into my ears, and I blushed after hearing them, but my body reacted differently.
I closed my eyes and ignored him completely. There was no point for me to struggle since he wouldn't let me go, no matter what I say. This man has always behaved this way. He will only do what he wants and will force others' hands if necessary.
I kept my eyes closed and let Michael do whatever he wanted with me.
When my body was ready, he entered me.
Perhaps it was because I was at a sexually active age, but I could feel my own body losing control. It was an undeniable fact that I was enjoying it.
When all was done, he rested on top of me and panted. I was utterly exhausted by then. This is the second time we slept together after I return to the country.
I closed my eyes and ignored him, but underneath it all, I thought it was funny. If he's that in love and that eager to get me to go back to him, why did he hurt me all those years ago? Did he regret his actions?
So what if he regrets it? It's too late now, anyway.
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