Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 615

Simon felt his throat running parched as he reeled with surprise at her reaction.

His Adam's apple rolled as he croaked hoarsely, "Let go!"

"No..." Emily shook her head with pouring tears obscuring her sights. She never stopped kicking at him as she mumbled throatily, "What have I done wrong, Boyd Parker!? What did I do to deserve such an ending?! We made a promise! You would transfer back here and we’d get married! We’d buy a little apartment and save some money for a bigger house!"

Simon glowered and seized her hands, "LOOK PROPERLY! I' M NOT THE MAN YOU’ RE TALKING TO!"

Emily went on groaning as if she had barely heard a word, "Have I failed to satisfy you? Is that it? That the charms abroad were too strong for you to restrain yourself!? I can give you too! I’m willing to give myself to you now!?"

She hastily unbuttoned her shirt.

He was standing over her, and when Emily jerked at him with every ounce of strength she could, she dragged him off his feet and he fell on her. Yet even as he tried to use his arms to keep himself supported, his lips mashed into something soft; she was kissing him and she was trying hard to get into his mouth.

The same taste of her lips and saliva from their last encounter overwhelmed him again, and his blood boiled in an instant.

If allowed to continue, he was afraid that he could lose control of himself.

He had enjoyed the charms of many women yet none of them had ever managed to pique his interest and lust as easily as she did.

And he knew very well that he wanted her now.

The muscles on his arm flexed taut as a bowstring as he crudely seized her chin. With a suppressed growl, he asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Emily winced with pain at his strong manhandling of her. Her eyelashes flickered and the unfocused eyes of her gleamed a flash of recognition when they met his alluring eyes and she spat, "Lousy scum! The pervert who stuck his tongue while kissing! The jerk who broke my camera!"

Simon's face could have not been any more darker at the string of angry scolding she hurled at him.

He could not tell if she was conscious or confused. She broke into tears barely two seconds after and her hands got to work, tearing off his shirt very quickly.

Simon grabbed the sides of her head, his eyes swirling with restless greed and longing. His insides squirmed as if they were trying to keep an insatiable beast reined. Then the metallic tinkle of the metal buckle of his belt reached his ears and that was the last straw. "This is what you want, all right!" he burst out.

The rumors and lies that she told those girls about him only made him more hungry to prove himself.

A hunger that came with a man’s most primal desire to conquer.

"Ouch, it hurts-"

Simon was surprised to find her curling up like a shrimp.

Sweat rolled down his forehead. He couldn't stop. Everything - all that had happened -had awakened a beast inside him. A beast that won't stop until it has got what it wanted.

Together in an unfamiliar city during an unfamiliar night.

This was the kind of passion that Emily and her boyfriend Boyd never once shared even after five years of romance.

The next morning, Emily found herself dizzy and nauseous the moment she woke up as if her brain was malfunctioning.

It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!

That was her first reaction.

Every inch of her body felt as if a heavy tire had rolled over her. Even the slightest movement could yield soreness that could reach deep into her bones. She turned around and her hand caught the warmth of another human body and she froze.

Her consciousness instantly turned sparkling-clear and she quickly stared at the man lying beside her in the messy heap of sheets. His alluring eyes were shut in his slumber and they looked way deeper and sunken than the last time she had checked.

Compared to the frenzy last night, she felt calmer now.

Boyd heard her footsteps and spun around. "Emily! Where have you been, the hotel proprietor claimed that you didn't come back all night!"

"What's it to you?" Emily hissed with ice.

Only a few hours before in the night, she caught him sleeping with another woman. Then she was slapped in the face and shoved out into the corridor and he said not a word for her defense. Yet now he's asking where had she gone to last night?!

"I'm sorry, Emily," Boyd lowered his head.

Emily smiled thinly, "You said that once when I caught you cheating last night."

Not every "sorry" deserves to be requited with an understanding "It's okay".

She could not boast to have the same benevolence as a Bodhisattva perched on her lotus stand. She had been so badly hurt and this was not a matter that she could easily dismiss. After all, her heart had been given to the wrong man for five long years.

The mention of "caught you cheating" left Boyd's face stiff and frozen with shame and guilt.

But Emily was in no mood to argue. She dug out her room card and opened the door. She didn't even have the time to open her luggage before so she just took them and left the room. As she stepped by him, Boyd grabbed her by the shoulder with a difficult and tangled look in his eyes.

"Emily, I'm sorry. I know it's my fault for lying to you. I..."

Before he could finish, the clicks of a pair of high heels pacing up the stairs interrupted him and a woman's voice came, "You said five minutes, darling. You're even 30 seconds late

now!"