NovelEnglishChapter 58
BLAIRE
It didn’t take long before his staff brought everything we needed. They also bring fruits, snacks, and drink for us. It seems like the
whole cabin was solar power operated. It has been well taken care of, but it was obvious that nob*dy was using it.
Amidst our current arrangements, the realization that we were once again alone in the cabin prompted a practical question.
“Where are you planning to sleep?” I inquired, observing as he arranged pillows on the bed.
Sebastian, exuding a nonchalant confidence, looked up with a cold glint in his eyes. “On the bed, naturally. Why? Did you expect
me to take the floor?”
“N-No. B-But I-I’m injured... so I can’t...” I stammered, the vulnerability in my voice revealing the hesitation that lingered beneath
the-surface.
“Relax, Blaire. I’m not going to do anything against your will,” he reassured, cutting off the words I hadn’t yet spoken. The
familiarity in his tone carried a complexity of emotions, underscoring the intricate dance of understanding and uncertainty that
defined our reunion within the confines of this cherished retreat.
I stayed silent for a minute as I watched him continue to prepare our bed for the night. He paid a hefty amount of money for me
to become his mistress. I’m sure he wouldn’t just settle sleeping beside me without trying anything. Besides, I also wanted this to
get over with so I can pay my due and get away from him as soon as possible.
“I-It’s fine. I-I think I’m fine. I can do it,” I said, not sure whether I was informing him about it or I’m trying to convince myself that I
could do this.
It’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with anyone. The last thing I had any type of intimacy was when Sebastian tried to slip
his hand inside my dress at the restaurant. That’s why I was so nervous about what’s about to happen. I’m not sure I still
remember how to please a man.
“Simply lay down, Blaire. Relax, there’s no need for nerves. I have no intention of crossing any boundaries. Your stubbornness
has already dampened the mood,” his words cut through the air with an icy precision.Please bookmark site .org to read lastest content. If you want to read light please visit allnext.com to read fastest content.
Caught between relief and offence, I hesitated, grappling with the impact of his callous statement. “Well, we wouldn’t be in here if
you had just been transparent about what’s in here.”
His response, delivered with a cold detachment, pierced the tension-laden atmosphere, “We wouldn’t be in this predicament if
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The retort sprang forth from me, fueled by frustration, “It’s not my fault you treat this place like your dirty little secret.”
His rebuttal, equally unyielding, echoed through the room, “Does that justify your decision to barge in here against my explicit
instructions?”
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The exchange hung in the air, a battlefield of words where accusations clashed with justifications. In the dimly lit space, our
confrontation unfolded like a silent storm, word a lightning strike, illuminating the shadows of a clandestine affair. The room itself
seemed to hold its breath, as if bearing witness to a struggle that transcended the immediate discord, reaching into the deeper
recesses of tangled emotions and unresolved conflicts.
“You shouldn’t bring me here. Or better yet, you should have this place destroyed the moment we signed those papers.”
“Is it a crime that I couldn’t bring myself to destroy the only thing that reminds me of you...of us?” he said, frowning.
His words struck me like an unexpected gust of wind, catching me off guard and leaving me momentarily breathless. The weight
of his statement only served to compound the turmoil within my already perplexed mind. As the verbal blow reverberated, it felt
as though a storm had descended upon the fragile landscape of my thoughts, stirring up waves of uncertainty and adding an
unwelcome layer of stress to the intricate tapestry of my emotions. In that vulnerable moment, I grappled with the aftermath of
his utterance, a collision of surprise and the unsettling realization that my already- confused state had just become more
tumultuous.
“B-But why? Why would you desire anything that serves as a reminder of me, especially when you’re the one who consciously
chose my sister over your own wife!” The words spilt out, an unintended resurgence of the past that I couldn’t hold back. I had
never laid blame on him for the unravelling of our relationship, not once. Yet, it seemed unjust for him to assume the role of the
wounded party in our divorce while favouring my sister.
A heavy sigh escaped him, his shoulders slumping in a defeated posture. “I know...” he responded, the admission hanging in the
air like a palpable acknowledgement of his errors. In that moment, his demeanour seemed to convey a sense of surrender, as if
he had come to terms with the weight of his mistakes. The room echoed with the remnants of our shared history, a complex
“You know what, Sebastian? Speak up! You can’t just admit something and not give even a simple explanation about why did
you do that!”
“I’m sorry...” he uttered.
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“You’re full of cr ap,” I said, exasperated. “You know what, let’s do this and with!” I said as I started to remove each of my clothes.
“You want to fck? Then, let’s fck!
get
this over After this, I’m expecting that you’re going to stay away from my life forever,” I said.
His eyes darkened as he grabbed the towel nearby before he walked towards me. He was looking straight to my eyes and not
even taking a glance on my n*ked b*dy. Just when he was only inches away from me, he quickly wrapped the towel around my
b*dy.
“I’m going to fck you when I want to. Not because you told me to. Now, get dressed and go to sleep,” said coldly before turning
his back on me and going back to bed.
”
A surge of courage, fueled by a mix of defiance and weariness, surged through me. Without overthinking, I let the towel that
modestly veiled my b*dy slip away, pooling around my feet. “Fine. I’ll just lie here, just in case you change your mind. After all,
you’ve already paid for this, haven’t you?” The words laced with a blend of resignation and a subtle challenge hung in the air.
With a newfound determination, I walked towards the bed and settled beside him, the cool sheets embracing my n*ked form.
Drawing the sheet over me, I cocooned myself, a shield against both the chill in the room and the intensity of his gaze.
A startled “What the...” escaped from him, his shock evident in the brief pause that followed. Refusing to meet his gaze, I turned
my back to him, fixing my eyes on the other side of the room. It was a deliberate act, a silent declaration that I would not
succumb to the vulnerability of his scrutiny.
The room itself seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with an unexpected shift in dynamics. The bold move, driven by a co cktail
of emotions, lingered between us—a silent challenge and display of autonomy in a situation that seemed to have slipped out of
my control.
As I lay there, shielded by the sheet and the walls I had constructed around myself, I couldn’t help but wonder how this
unexpected act of defiance would reshape the contours of our interaction. The echo of his initial shock resonated, mingling with
the tension that enveloped the room, creating a space fraught with anticipation and a subtle undercurrent of rebellion.
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