Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 13

Lawrence was still there, just like she thought he would be.

He stood tall and striking, the kind of presence you notice right away. Bonnie tilted her head and knocked on the security booth window.

The security guard poked his head out. “What’s wrong, miss?”

“Someone’s following me,” Bonnie said. “Could you keep an eye out, and don’t let him in?”

The guard immediately got serious, grabbing his walkie-talkie and opening the door so Bonnie could slip inside first. As she walked a few steps in, Lawrence automatically started to follow.

The guard zeroed in on him, ready to scold, but Lawrence’s cold, steady stare met his gaze. His face was unreadable, but you could tell he wasn’t someone to pick a fight with.

Honestly, he didn’t look like the type who’d stalk a girl.

The guard glanced at him for another moment, still suspicious, but then finally let it go.

Lawrence pressed his fingers to his brow, rubbing until his skin turned red. Bonnie was gone. He couldn’t see her anymore, and it hit him…coming here tonight had been a mistake.

He fished for his cigarettes, only to find the pack empty. Annoyance flickered through him as he headed into the convenience store next door.

He bought a new pack, but when he was about to light up, this image of Bonnie flashed across his mind—her covering her mouth, looking queasy.

She really was sensitive. Her stomach was delicate, and the tiniest whiff of something she didn’t like would set her off.

He hadn’t even smoked, only drank on rare occasions. If he ever did, Bonnie would wrinkle her pretty nose and frown at him.

Most times, Lawrence played along, teasing her and kissing her until she was out of breath, annoyed and flustered, giving him those big eyes, teary with fake outrage.

Other times, he just went for a shower.

Afterward, Bonnie would curl up in his arms, nuzzling his pajama collar, then smile into his shoulder and tell him he smelled good.

Bonnie was so different when it was just the two of them. She was playful and always laughing, like a mischievous little fox who’d gotten away with something. Her hands would wander under his pajamas, counting each muscle she found.

She claimed each one as hers.

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