I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 32

His fingers gripped the white cotton fabric tighter and tighter. His knuckles turned pale, as if he was suppressing a suffocating wave of emotion.

"Go on..." Sienna urged.

Her words were cut off by a gasp.

Jorrod suddenly grabbed her arm and yanked her into the bathroom with him.

She stumbled forward, and with a loud thud, the door slammed shut.

She was abruptly pinned against the solid wooden door.

Startled, she looked up as his tall, muscular frame enveloped her.

Jorrod pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her as if terrified she might vanish. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his long lashes brushing against her pale skin with every blink, sending a fluttering itch down her spine.

Instinctively, Sienna pushed against his chest.

But he was an immovable wall, trapping her completely.

"Jorrod! What are you doing!"

He refused to let go, his lips hovering right against her skin.

"Sienna, I only want you to have me."

His voice was deep, soft, and trembling against her neck.

The heat of his breath was scorching, and the slight brush of his lips sent a shiver down her neck that made her fingertips tingle.

She tried to scold him, but the words slipped out completely wrong.

Even she was shocked by how soft she sounded. "Let me go first..."

"I'll listen to you. I'll do whatever you say. Just please, only like me, okay..."

Her senses were on overdrive. Even though his words brushed right against her ear, Sienna couldn't process them. Her only thought was escape.

She frantically turned her head, but his lips chased her movement.

Breathing heavily, she managed to bite out an explanation. "He's just a friend! I never said I liked him!"

The man holding her seemed to freeze.

After a long pause, Jorrod finally released her. He lowered his head, his tear-filled eyes meeting hers, looking utterly heartbroken.

Almost instantly.

The man stood frozen in place, slowly lowering his empty hands. He didn't speak, nor did he argue.

He looked like a child who had made a terrible mistake, looking incredibly anxious, his eyelashes casting shadows that hid his deep guilt.

Seeing him look so pathetic and wronged infuriated Sienna even more. He made it feel like it was her fault!

She was the victim here!

"Hurry up and change," she snapped, pushing the door open and storming out.

Fuming, she marched toward the living room.

Before she even hit the sofa cushions, two heavy knocks pounded on the front door.

Assuming Harvey had returned, Sienna swung the door open. Her breath hitched when she saw her parents standing there, carrying armfuls of bags and wearing bright smiles.

George and Lillian Quinn beamed at their daughter, who offered them a stiff, panicked smile in return.

And then—

Slam.

She shut the door right in their faces.