My Sweet Seduction novel Chapter 48

I DROPPED A call to Mom. I let her know that we will spend here tonight and tomorrow we will go home.

I just wore my nightdress after having taken a quick shower. I went straight to the kitchen to make coffee, but it was delayed when I heard a series of doorbell sounds.

My heart starts pounding. I have no expected guests, especially this late-night time.

“Margaux, open this door.”

I heard Peter’s voice outside.

“Margaux, let’s talk, please . . .” His voice was blaring outside the door. I guess he’s drank based on his loud shout.

Because I did not want to disturb the other unit, I quickly went to the door to open it. And his usual playful smile had drawn into his face welcomed me.

“Hi,” he uttered softly.

I opened the door wide to let him in.

“What are you doing here? I guess you stayed too late,” I said carefully.

He did not answer, but instead, he sat down on the couch there and closed his eyes firmly. I first watched him carefully, still wearing the polo shirt he was wearing earlier, and also based on the smell of him, I am sure he drank a lot.

I sighed heavily. It was as if my heart wanted to crush me while I was lying on it. I know I hurt him too much. If I could just retract what I said before, I would do it, but I know that it will not change the fact that I refused the marriage he offered.

“Uh, I’ll just make you some coffee,” I said.

I quickly turned my back on him and made my way to the kitchen. My heart labored from both rush and nervousness. If I had not taken action, I would have ended up in boiling water.

But I almost jump off to my feet when Peter was encircling his long arms around my waist. I almost threw the coffee I was mixing in to the cup because of the shock.

“Hmm, I missed you so much,” he said huskily behind my ear. The scorching heat of his body behind me made my knees tremble.

“Peter, you’re drunk,” I whispered.

I close my eyes as he finally hugs my two arms. I could feel his hot breath attacking my skin. I finally let go of the teaspoon I was holding and clung tightly to the sink.

“Peter . . .” My eyes heat up as I whispered his name slowly.

“I am ready to wait for you. Just let me love you,” he said huskily and planted a kiss on my shoulder.

I bit my lip and shook it, and gathered air in my chest to have the courage to face him. And so much to my surprise, he doesn’t move away from me. Unlike before, it feels like it burns when our bodies stick together like this.

I could do nothing but lean on the sink. My whole body was trembling, seemingly changing in his actions.

His dark brown eyes were looking hard at me. He bent slightly to observe me closely. “I pray that you feel the same way as I do. The feeling I get when you look at me, that time-the first time,” he muttered closely.

I shook my head before it began to shake. “I really don’t have enough to say to you at this very moment,” he told me in a sharp tone.

I feel the fear in my chest as I looked at his eyes filled with utter rage. It was too late to avoid him because, in a flash, his lips dropped on me.

He kissed me not so gently but roughly. I can feel his hand in my hair, then move down to my back. I quickly grabbed both of his arms to push him, but he was too strong.

“Peter, stop . . .” I said in between my sharp breathe.