>Mallory
"You should really start taking responsibility for what you’ve done."
The mont those words left his mouth, my throat went dry. It felt like soone had stuffed cotton down my windpipe, making it hard to swallow.
"W-what do you an?" I asked. My tongue twisted itself, and my voice sounded small. His gaze was so sharp it felt like he could see straight through . He slid a hand around my waist and tugged closer until our bodies pressed together.
"I thought you ran away..." he breathed out. His voice was weak, almost shaky. Then he lowered his head onto my shoulder like he was exhausted. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do with my hands, my breath—anything.
? Ran away?
His warm breath brushed against my neck, sending heat racing across my skin. Before I could even react, he lifted his head and pulled back just enough to press our foreheads together. Our noses almost touched, and his eyes locked on mine with sothing close to panic. I could sll the faint mint on his breath.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispered.
But before I could even shape one word, his arms hooked around the back of my neck and yanked forward, his lips crashing onto mine.
"W-wait—!" I tried to pull back, but he held firmly, refusing to let the distance grow even an inch. "Just let ..." he murmured against my lips, brushing them with his again like he couldn’t stand a second apart.
I winced, not because it hurt but because—seriously—how do I say no to that face? He looked desperate, almost pleading.
I sighed. "Damn it, do what you wan—" I didn’t even finish. His tongue pushed past my lips, like a hungry predator. His big hands cupped my face, tilting it up so he could kiss deeper and harder. Exploring it like there’s no ti to waste.
The kiss was so rough I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My lungs strained for air, my knees turning soft as if he was sucking all the strength out of . It was like he wanted weak so I couldn’t shove him off.
Why is this man acting so intense today? This is bad. If I keep getting swept in, I’m going to drown.
My foot stumbled back, then another step, until my spine hit the cold concrete wall at the end of the alley. The chill ran through my thin clothes, but it still wasn’t enough to cool the heat twisting inside .
He grabbed my wrist, lifted my arm, and pinned it above my head against the wall. Sothing cold and tallic slipped between my fingers, but my mind was too fogged to figure out what it was.
His other hand slid down my back, slow but sure, tracing every line like he was morizing it. Then his fingers moved lower—down my waist, heading toward my skirt.
Nope.
I shoved him back, hard enough to break the kiss. His lips were stained with my lipstick, the sar was almost impossible to miss.
"What the hell are you thinking?!" I snapped.
"We’re outside!" I wiped my mouth, trying to calm the pounding in my chest.
Light caught on my hand. I froze. A ring—my ring—was sitting on my finger.
When did that...?
"You left it at ho," he said quietly when he noticed staring at the wedding ring.
"So you really thought I ran away just because I took off my ring?" I let out a long sigh and rubbed my temple, I felt a headache forming.
"Seriously?"
He scratched the back of his neck, looking guilty. "Yeah... and I apologize for, you know, taking you when you were drunk. You were being really sexy and provoking , saying all kinds of things, and I wasn’t able to hold bac—"
I slapped my hand over his mouth before he could finish. My face lit up so fast it felt like soone turned on a heater under my skin.
"Stop! Just stop talking!" I hissed. "We’re two consenting adults. It was fine. You don’t have to say anything else!"
He nodded quickly, eyes wide, and I finally let go of his mouth.
"Ahem... anyway," I said, trying to calm my voice as I straightened my clothes. "I didn’t leave. I just stepped out to get so air, okay? And I’m sorry for taking off the ring. I forgot to put it back on after washing my face."
"I see," he said simply, though his eyes stayed on like he was checking if I’d disappear again. Then he glanced toward the dark alley behind . "Then why are you here?"
"Oh." I planted my hands on my hips. "I thought soone was following , so I tried to catch them."
Damn it! I lost her.
"Who?" he asked, brows rising.
"My sist— I an... your ex-fiancée."
His whole expression changed in an instant. His face darkened, jaw tightening, and his brows pulled together. The air around him felt colder.
"I’ll take care of it," he said, voice low and sharp.
"Never mind that," I said quickly, waving my hand as if that could erase the tension. "I’m not even sure I saw the right person."
Plus, I’ll deal with them myself when the ti cos.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Oh." He said it like it was nothing. "I was planning to go find soone to track you down."
I stared at him, my brain short-circuiting. My mouth opened... then I shut it again. What was I even supposed to say? But this whole ss was my fault to begin with, so I just accepted my loss in silence. He’s not even the most strangest person I had to deal with today.
His phone suddenly rang. The sound echoed through the alley. He took it out, glanced at the screen, and muttered, "Oh, he’s calling." Then he answered.
While he talked, I let my eyes scan the dark corners and rooftops, looking for anything—footsteps, shadows, anything that could tell I wasn’t imagining things.
They won’t stop. I can feel it.
Fine. If you want to play that way I’ll make sure I catch you next ti.
"I won’t be going," he said into the phone, his gaze locked on the whole ti. "I already found her."
I thought I heard soone curse loudly on the other end, but he hung up before it beca clear. He slid the phone back into his pocket like the call didn’t matter at all.
Then he turned to , his expression softening for the first ti tonight. "Let’s go back. Our son is waiting."
My heart skipped—no, it flat-out jumped.
Our son?
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