Raeganâs eyes widened as realization dawned on her.
What the hell?
âYou remember Kabirâs very well.
Canât you remember mine?â Mitchel held her hand and began to lead her hand to his private part.
âLet me help you recall some memories.
â
Raegan sensed that he was up to something and instinctively tried to withdraw her hand.
However, his grip was tight and unyielding.
Uneasy feelings crept over her.
What a jerk!
âYou pervert!â Raegan shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice trembling with fear.
âMe? A pervert?â Mitchel smiled faintly, which made Raegan shiver.
âDonât you like to reminisce? Well, in that caseâ¦â He lifted her chin with his slender, graceful fingers and continued, âLet me refresh your memory about what we were up to when you called me honey, shall I?â
Raeganâs feigned composure shattered, and she began, âMitchel, you.
Her words, however, dissolved into his ki*s.
âUmâ¦â Raegan tried to resist but was ensnared in his embrace, and the ki*s intensified by the second.
Despite being weakened by the fervent ki*s, she struggled against his hold.
Raegan began to feel a deep sense of aversion.
She tried to push him away several times, but Mitchel deftly pinned her hand against the window.
Her chest felt heavy, and it was hard to breathe.
Just as she was about to gasp for air, Mitchel eased off a little and, in a deep, husky voice, murmured, âCanât even catch your breath?â
âs BunnyBookery Mitchel had noticed last time that Raegan often forgot to breathe during their ki*ses, considering they hadnât shared one in years.
Mitchelâs eyes darkened as he pondered over this.
She didnât know how to ki*s⦠This realization surprised Mitchel and brought him happiness.
âFrom now on, if you call someone else so intimately in front of me, Iâll ki*s you!â Mitchel declared.
It might sound absurd, but Mitchel, for some reason, had problems with the late Kabir.
Raegan, still simmering with anger, pushed Mitchel away and retorted, âYouâre crazy! Kabir is my husband.
Mitchel adopted a stern expression and said in a threatening tone, âYou said it again.
Prepare to face the consequences!â
Raegan struggled to find the words to retort.
What a bastard!
âCall me âhoney,â and Iâll let you go,â Mitchel bargained.
With her face red with fury, Raegan spat, âYou wish!â
Mitchel drew Raegan into his arms and chuckled.
âThen, come here.
â
Having realized resisting was futile, Raegan widened her eyes and scolded, âYou bastard! This is s@xual harassment!â
Mitchel lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.
âIâm ki*sing my wife.
Itâs not against the law.
â
Raegan was speechless.
She was trapped in his embrace, and the ki*s grew fervent as moments went by.
Each of Mitchelâs ki*ses seemed to stretch on endlessly.
If they continued, she might not come home until dawn.