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Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 202

Night has turned to day, nascent rays of the rising sun peered through the window.

The man gave a tender kiss on the swollen lips of the woman before having dozed off contentedly.

The room had been brightly lit when it approached noon.

Monique opened her eyes slowly, with a throbbing pain in her head. Her entire body had been incredibly sore. There had been a lingering scent in the room, which had been a result of a steamy affair.

She looked around and had a feeling of déjà vu. The room looked rather familiar, the decor had almost been similar to the one she found herself in five years ago.

She had been stunned. Had she travelled back in time?

She closed her eyes, fragments of memories flashed in her mind. There had been someone who nibbled on her lips, hovered over her while he thrusted into her. Monique’s eyes shot open and peered under the covers. She had been horrified to have found herself not having had on a single piece of clothing and had been totally naked!

There had been many new bruised patches on her fair skin across her entire body.

Had she gone back in time?

She decided that she had to see who it was who ravished her.

Monique had still been feeling hazy, she could vaguely have felt that she had been resting her head on a firm, muscular arm. She really wanted to turn around to have faced the man beside her.

When she moved, a burning sensation coursed through her lower body that made her legs quiver and her lower back had been extremely sore. It had been worse than the night from five years ago.

What a piece of scum!

How could he have done this to her?

She had been immobilized by the pain.

She tried her best to have turned her head. A sharp pain shot through her skull probably due to all the alcohol she drank last night.

In front of her laid a familiar gorgeous-looking face. Henry Moore? How could it possibly have been him five years ago?

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