Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love novel Chapter 157

With two days left until her expected period, Mikayla was taken aback to find it arriving unexpectedly early this month. Uncertain of the time passing, she laid on the bed, awaiting Carlos to emerge from the bathroom.

Carlos stepped out, a towel wrapped around his lower body; he exuded a cool, composed demeanor, his expression finally returning to its usual calm state. His robust upper body unveiled, along with his healthy, attractive sun-kissed skin, perfectly toned chest and abs. Water droplets trickled down.

He lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped into the bed. Mikayla felt a chill emanating from him. Obviously, he'd taken a cold shower. "Carlos, you doing okay?" Mikayla peered up at him.

"I'm good! Just get some shut-eye; I'll keep you warm." As he embraced her, she couldn't help but shiver in his arms.

Turning toward Carlos, she saw his lengthy, thick eyelashes accentuating his slender, intense eyes, resulting in a captivating profile. "Or maybe, I should help you?" Mikayla nibbled her lip, as though contemplating a huge decision. Time with Juliet had exposed her to such topics. She marveled at how Juliet discussed them with zest.

Surprise flickered in Carlos's eyes. He gently kissed her forehead. "Just rest! How many days until your period?"

"Five days!" Mikayla met Carlos's tender gaze, a tinge of regret creeping in.

"Get some good sleep. After five days, I won't hold back! It's a date after five days, game on!" he declared.

With their faces inches apart, his warm breath caressed her face, creating uneasy warmth. Mikayla nodded at his words, signaling agreement. Over time, as Carlos flirted with her, her emotions shifted, her body harmonizing with his instinctively! She eagerly anticipated that forthcoming moment. While the timing was not perfect.

Carlos nuzzled against her neck, their breaths gradually syncing.

That very night, Mikayla delved into a dream—an intensely passionate dream with Carlos. In this reverie, he caressed her just like the night before. However, the conclusion eluded Mikayla upon waking.

When Mikayla woke up, Carlos wasn't by her side. Glancing at the clock, it was only six o'clock. Carlos was an early bird for sure! After she sit up, the silk quilt slipped off. She exclaimed inwardly, 'What in the world?' Clad in only a tiny pair of panties, she couldn't locate her bra anywhere. 'Is last night not just a dream?' She vividly recalled getting all hot and heavy with him. Rolling around under the covers, regrets swirled within her.

An hour later, dressed in her company uniform and makeup on point, Mikayla descended the stairs and spotted Carlos. There he was, in comfy home attire, seated at the dining table engrossed in the newspaper. The sunlight filtering through cast a golden halo around him. He seemed worlds apart from the man she was with last night.

"Mika!" Carlos glanced at Mikayla with a raised eyebrow, exuding an air of regal nobility. A far cry from the man from the night before.