My Landlord's Midnight Lips - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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He flashed me a fatherly smile, all warmth and affection. "Sophia, I whipped up some turtle soup today—just for you. Thought you might like it."
I shot him a withering glare, my jaw tight, words stuck in my throat.
Before I could even react—
He breezed past me like he owned the place, strolling into my apartment like it was nothing.
My brows knitted together in irritation.
Placing the container on the coffee table with deliberate care, he turned to me. "Best eaten hot. Go on, dig in."
And just like that, he flopped onto the couch, completely at ease.
The sheer audacity of his casualness sent a spark of fury through me.
Was this his idea of an apology for yesterday?
Or did he just not give a damn?
I slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame and stormed toward him. "What the hell is this? You think you can just waltz in here like nothing happened? Explain yourself!"
Suddenly, he buried his face in his hands, putting on a show of remorse. "I already told you—it was an accident. Wrong door. Can't you just drop it?"
He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Still playing dumb!
I smacked the table with my palm. "Do I look stupid to you? Even if you did open the wrong door, what about everything after? You're a grown man—don't you know whether or not you're married?"
"Hey now, sweetheart, no need to yell." He reached for my skirt, fingers grazing the fabric. "Sit down, and I'll make it up to you."
I slapped his hand away. "Cut the crap. If you don't give me a straight answer right now, I'm dialing 911."
His smirk faltered for a second before he forced a look of regret. "I'd had a few drinks. When I held you, you smelled so good... I thought I was dreaming. A lonely guy like me? Can't pass up a dream like that, so I..."
My teeth ground together. The nerve of this guy, spinning such a pathetic lie with a straight face.
"Come on, sweetheart, relax. Nobody has to know. Let's just forget it ever happened."
His hand crept onto my thigh.
I jerked back, eyes blazing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He stood, that slimy grin spreading. "Don't play coy. If you really wanted to call the cops, you would've done it yesterday. How long's it been since Daniel paid you any attention? You weren't exactly pushing me away."
In one swift move, he locked his arms around me from behind, his breath hot against my skin. "We're both adults here. I get it."
Then his lips pressed against my neck.
I shot him a withering glare, my jaw tight, words stuck in my throat.
Before I could even react—
He breezed past me like he owned the place, strolling into my apartment like it was nothing.
My brows knitted together in irritation.
Placing the container on the coffee table with deliberate care, he turned to me. "Best eaten hot. Go on, dig in."
And just like that, he flopped onto the couch, completely at ease.
The sheer audacity of his casualness sent a spark of fury through me.
Was this his idea of an apology for yesterday?
Or did he just not give a damn?
I slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame and stormed toward him. "What the hell is this? You think you can just waltz in here like nothing happened? Explain yourself!"
Suddenly, he buried his face in his hands, putting on a show of remorse. "I already told you—it was an accident. Wrong door. Can't you just drop it?"
He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Still playing dumb!
I smacked the table with my palm. "Do I look stupid to you? Even if you did open the wrong door, what about everything after? You're a grown man—don't you know whether or not you're married?"
"Hey now, sweetheart, no need to yell." He reached for my skirt, fingers grazing the fabric. "Sit down, and I'll make it up to you."
I slapped his hand away. "Cut the crap. If you don't give me a straight answer right now, I'm dialing 911."
His smirk faltered for a second before he forced a look of regret. "I'd had a few drinks. When I held you, you smelled so good... I thought I was dreaming. A lonely guy like me? Can't pass up a dream like that, so I..."
My teeth ground together. The nerve of this guy, spinning such a pathetic lie with a straight face.
"Come on, sweetheart, relax. Nobody has to know. Let's just forget it ever happened."
His hand crept onto my thigh.
I jerked back, eyes blazing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He stood, that slimy grin spreading. "Don't play coy. If you really wanted to call the cops, you would've done it yesterday. How long's it been since Daniel paid you any attention? You weren't exactly pushing me away."
In one swift move, he locked his arms around me from behind, his breath hot against my skin. "We're both adults here. I get it."
Then his lips pressed against my neck.
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