The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 Enough

He’d come in here to use the bathroom, and she’d actually followed him in without a shred of shame. What was he supposed to do with this?

Stefan knew he couldn’t stay any longer-he needed to avoid any misunderstandings.

He reached out to open the door and leave.

But Margery blocked the handle. If he reached further, he’d only end up touching her.

“Is this fun for you?”

Stefan looked at her, his gaze calm and utterly flat.

“Stefan…”

Margery couldn’t hold back any longer. Her voice broke as she called his name, and she suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

Sobbing quietly, she breathed in the faint scent of tobacco on him-something she used to hate, but now she couldn’t get enough, inhaling greedily.

She held on tight, desperately, as if trying to merge herself into him. She was terrified too-terrified that if she let go, the man in front of her would disappear from her world again.

Stefan’s expression didn’t change. He reached up and pressed against her shoulders, trying to push her away, but she wouldn’t budge. She clung to him, with no intention of letting go.

“Margery. Have some self-respect.” His voice was cold. “I came in here to take a plss. Your following me in is already insane. Now you’re hugging me? What’s your angle? We’re done.”

“Stefan, I love you. I really, truly love you!”

Margery looked up, her flawless face streaked with tears. The sight of her-so pitiful, so beautiful-could melt even a heart of steel.

“Love me?” Stefan laughed, his tone icy. “If you really loved me, you’d have boundaries. If you really loved me, you’d know to keep your distance and not put me in an awkward position. But you didn’t. None of it.”

Margery was desperate now. “Are you still hung up on Fidel? There was never anything between us. I only ever saw him as a senior from school!”

She continued, “If you don’t believe me, come home with me tonight. I’ll give you everything You can see for yourself-I’m still untouched!”

Stefan couldn’t help but laugh at that.

Before he went to prison, they’d lived together for a year, but they’d never slept together. The most intimate they’d ever gotten was hugging and kissing. Margery had wanted to save herself for their wedding night, and Stefan had respected that.

Soft. Sweet, with a hint of salt.

Margery was kissing him like she was possessed, her hands roaming all over his body, exploring every inch. She could feel it-a body she thought she knew, but didn’t. Familiar because it was Stefan. Unfamiliar because his muscles were carved now, chiseled like stone, coiled with a raw power that hadn’t been there before he went away.

She tore off her jacket and fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. A flash of smooth skin. Atease of what lay beneath.

This wasn’t just passion-this was desperation. A frantic need to prove herself. Prove her love. Prove she was still untouched, still his for the taking.

She wanted to give him everything. Right here, in this bathroom. She didn’t care anymore.

Tonight, she was all in.

Stefan stood there, stunned. He never thought Margery had this in her-this wild, reckless side. She’d completely lost it.

And outside that door? A room full of people. Gavin might be right there, ear pressed to the wood for all he knew.

She wants to do this? Now? Here?

“Enough.”