Chapter 1590

“Bothering him?

So he thinks I’m a pest, ‘ Blair thought bitterly.

Wesley thought she would give up, but to his surprise, she wiped away her tears and retorted

stubbornly, “No, you’re wrong. I want more. I want everything.” She pointed to the bed beside them.

Rage could be seen in his dark eyes. ‘She’s never going to change her mind!*

“Tell me, how did you feel when we were kissing? Did you want me as much as I wanted you? Did you

feel the love?” Blair asked as she pushed him away from her.

In the beam of her phone’s light, she looked at his crotch.

“Wesley, actions speak louder than words. Oh God! Why am I in love with a coward? A coward who

can’t even admit how he feels!” she mocked.

Wesley pulled a long face. This was the first time he had been called a coward. By a woman!

The phone in his pocket rang. Ignoring that, Wesley grabbed Blair’s wrist, scooped her up in his arms

and threw her roughly on the bed. She was grateful that the bed had this much spring to it.

“Trying to get me to fuck you?” he mocked.

One of Blair’s slippers fell to the floor, and she kicked away the other one. She sat up and answered, “I

know I can’t trick you into anything. But I’m telling the truth. You ARE a coward!”

Angela’s Library

Blair heard a definitive sound, a click.

That was the sound of a belt being unbuckled. ‘Wesley?’ she thought.

Blair suddenly had a bad feeling about it. She wanted to grab her phone and throw a little Light on the

situation. But before she could do that, she was pressed against the bed by his strong body.

Wesley fished out his ringing phone and pressed the green button to answer it.

“Keep the candles and catch a cab back home,” he ordered.

He didn’t even bother to wait for Talbot to reply. He hung up the phone right away.

Standing outside the apartment, Talbot looked at his phone and the candles.

‘Are they in there? Why not open the door?’ he thought, baffled.

Wesley turned off the flashlight on Blair’s phone. Suddenly, the room was bathed in darkness, making it

all the more enticing when they felt each other’s hot breath. Her heart was pounding like it would burst

through her chest, her eyes wide. ‘Is he really going to sleep with me?*

“Oh, Wesley!” she called out and pinched his biceps.

Wesley tossed their phones away and grabbed her both hands.

“Why not call me ‘dear Wesley’? Girls like to call me that.” His voice was low and sexy.

Blair opened her mouth wide. ‘He’s so hot!* “Dear Wesley,” she called out in a sweet voice.

Wesley swallowed hard. ‘She’s easier than I thought. Damn! Her voice turns me on!’