Self

Chapter 84

Yara was back!

She was wearing his favorite sexy nightgown, her presence intoxicating.

He would not lose her again.

In a swift move, he rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and kissed her passionately.

“Yara… Yara…” he whispered.

At last, she had forgiven him.

The night had been wild, and it was not until well after midnight that the noise and chaos finally settled down.

The man fell into a deep, contented sleep.

When Yale woke up the next morning, he instinctively rubbed at his pounding temples, feeling sharp stabs of pain.

Then, his elbow brushed against something warm, and he froze..

He turned his head, and Xandra was lying right next to him.

They were both bare, under the same blanket.

Her neck was dotted with red marks, and her cheeks were rosy pink, signs of a night spent in a passionate embrace.

Yale shook his head, trying to clear it as flashes of the previous night’s steamy scenes flickered through his mind.

He smacked his forehead, frustrated. How had he ended up in bed with Xandra without a clear memory of it?

Xandra had been awake, alert to his every move. She slowly opened her eyes, looking as fresh and lovely as if she had just woken from a dream. She seemed startled at first. Then, a blush crept over her face.

She bit her lip shyly and then wrapped her arms around Yale from behind. “Honey, you were so rough last night. I kept telling you it hurt, but you wouldn’t stop…”

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Yale cut her off with a frown. “What the hell happened last night?”

He could only remember the part before the steamy memories, standing under Yara’s apartment, watching her leave without a backward glance….

How he got home or ended up in bed with Xandra was a complete blank.

Xandra caught his grim look and hesitated. Then, tears began to fall.

“Yesterday, you collapsed in the rain. I took a cab to get you home and cared for you for a long time. I was going to leave, but you wouldn’t let me.

“You pulled me in and pinned me down on the bed. I kept saying it hurt, but you didn’t listen, and then, this happened.”

She nibbled on her lower lip, her gaze lifting to meet Yale’s for just a moment. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked so heartbreakingly vulnerable that it could melt the coldest heart.

“Last night… it was my first time. You’re my first love and my first everything. I like you, and I want to be with you. That was why I came to you.

“If you want to end things, I’m not the kind of girl who makes a scene or won’t let go. I’ll just… I’ll leave right now…”

She flung the blankets off, grabbed her clothes scattered on the floor, and started dressing amidst sobs.

Yale felt a pounding headache coming on.

The bright mark on her neck stood out as the girl bent her head, accusing him of last night’s actions without a word.

Xandra’s hands trembled so much she could not even hook her bra. She tried repeatedly, failing each time, shaking like a kitten caught in a downpour with nowhere to go.

He had had enough.

Yale’s heart softened. “Let’s not talk about breaking up just yet. Let’s leave things as it is for now. Get dressed. I’ll take a quick shower, and then I’ll drive you back to your

dorm.”

As the bathroom door clicked shut, Xandra dropped the pitiful act, a smug smile on her lips.

That nightgown that could have outed her as the seducer? She had slipped it back into the wardrobe, right where it belonged, long before Yale stirred.

Who would have guessed? Wearing Yara’s clothes was a surprisingly good tactic.

If she wanted to join the act, she had to play with a little edge, right?