Before I could react, the man's kiss came, starting tenderly and growing passionate.
I placed my hands on his chest, tilting my head to receive his kiss.
The hand around my waist tightened, as if trying to meld me into his body.
Edgar, who had waited all evening, now had a terrifyingly grim expression.
The private room had lost its earlier festive atmosphere, and no one else dared to breathe loudly.
Edgar hadn't expected to be stood up.
Especially by Maren, the girl who had always followed him obediently.
"She must have been delayed by something. We..."
"Shut up."
Edgar glared at the person who spoke, looking at the countless calls he had made on his phone.
Even if something had come up, couldn't she have taken the time to make a call?
Edgar grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he smashed the wine glass in his hand forcefully.
"This time, none of you are allowed to plead for her. Unless she kneels and apologizes, I won't forgive her easily."
Dashawn kept me up until the next morning, and when I woke up, I realized my phone had run out of power and shut off.
After charging it and turning it on, I saw dozens of missed calls.
Among them, besides my parents, the most were from Edgar.
I glanced at Dashawn guiltily.
Naturally, he had seen it too, but didn't say anything.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Indeed, how could Dashawn care about something so trivial?
I hurriedly sent a message to my parents to reassure them of my safety.
Just after sending the message, a strong arm wrapped around me from behind.
"Maren, you should know the consequences of betraying me, right?"
My body stiffened, I swallowed, and nodded slightly.
Probably no one in the circle doesn't know this.
Dashawn once had a friend who stole important company secrets for money.
After Dashawn found out, he beat the person nearly to death, and the next day, the person was in prison, and the family went bankrupt.
This is Dashawn's style. He leaves no room for excuses, but also leaves no room for survival.
"I don't care who you had in your heart before, clear it out. Now there can only be me in there. I'm possessive, I don't share rooms."
After saying this, he lowered his head and bit down hard on my shoulder.
I cried out in pain and pushed him away. "Are you a dog? Why are you biting me?"
Dashawn looked at the clear tooth marks on my neck and smiled contentedly. "I am a dog, but I only bite you."
I was a bit angry but didn't dare glare at him, so I sulked and ran to the bathroom.
Soon, Dashawn came to knock on the door and left some clothes outside.
It turns out he went out yesterday to buy me clothes.
Looking at the items in the bag, I pursed my lips.
He even bought underwear, and the size was perfect.
When I came out, Dashawn had already changed his clothes.
Broad-shouldered and long-legged, with a cool gaze.
Who would have thought that Dashawn, who looks like this, could have such a wild side.
Dashawn came closer and kissed my lips gently. "There's a meeting at the company today, I need to attend it."
I nodded.
Is he reporting this to me?
Why does it feel like we're an old married couple?
He wanted to drop me off at home first, but I refused.
My best friend Kelsie Lambert and I run a fashion studio together. Today, we have a meeting with a client at a restaurant, conveniently located nearby.
Dashawn didn't insist further and went to the company first.
I took a taxi to the restaurant and was about to send a message to Kelsie when I saw Edgar not far away.
