My Sweet Seduction novel Chapter 28

“ENJOYING THE COLD and breezy night,” he said casually.

“Damn it! Stop playing around, Mr. Saavedra!” I scolded and shot him a disgusted look.

“I’m not here to play games with you, Margaux. I’m just here to apologize.”

I just ignored him and quickly turned around to get out of the water. I picked up my clothes one by one.

“Please, Margaux, let’s talk.” He stopped my arm.

I shut my eyes firmly. The night air filled my chest before I turned to him. I had prepared my sigh and kicked him out of the mansion, but my lips felt his.

I blink, closed my eyes, and blink again. He’s wearing nothing but black boxer shorts. Water from his dark hair is dripping on the textile and slowly runs down to his broad shoulders.

I stared for a moment with admiration. His strong chin, hanging jowls, slack mouth, and neck muscles were his drumhead tight. He looked like hell. All of it can easily bring me down. Easily.

Even though I didn’t want to, I was able to turn a blind eye because of the wind.

“I missed you so much, sweety,” he barely whispers to me.

I felt his warm palm on my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes and made a move, but he didn’t let me.

“Please, Margaux, let me explain.” He stopped me from moving away.

“No, you don’t have to. I want you to leave right now if you don’t want me to shout!” I threaten.

He chuckled, so I frowned.

“I have permission to uncle, and I already talked to him about us,” he declares.

My two eyebrows pressed even closer to what he said. Uncle? When did he learn to call my Dad like that? I shook my head.

“We have nothing to talk about. I’ve finished everything we have, so please, get out of my fucking life!”

I’m almost sure his expression mirrored mine. It broke my heart, yes, that’s not what I want to come out of my lips. I didn’t want him to leave nor get away from my life.

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hurt you,” he said kindly.

He didn’t hesitate to take a step closer. His expression is etched with pure impulsion and some raw, dark emotion I can’t name.

I was shocked when he pulled the clothes I was holding and effortlessly put them on me.

“It’s getting cold here,” he mumbled, a taunting edge to his voice that made me tremble.

I bit down my lip and hugged myself tightly. Now I could feel the cold rising to my very feet because of the strong wind.

“I want to rest,” I mere whispered.

He stepped closer again. He reached up to his hand below my ears, thumb caressing my cheek, and looked intently into my timorous eyes.

“Just a second, sweetie, let me tell you the things I wanted to say.” His voice is husky and softer.

Before I took a few steps backward, he dragged my mouth to his and kissed me, tongue pressing past my lips. The silky heat of his tongue is a shot of adrenaline that I couldn’t suppress.

I am at his mercy. My anger and doubt dissolve instantly. I want to respond to that kiss because this is what I wanted to be, to be in his arms again.

But I drew away quickly. I also gave a slap in his face as anger slowly rose in my eyes.

His lips stretch in a thin line, and his jaw clenched damn hard. It seemed unbelievable what I did.

My lips quivered. I had to swallow to get rid of the lump of my throat and took a step backward.