Chapter 19
Dolores grimaced as Adam tightened his grip, desperately trying to twist away, only to find his strength overwhelmingly countered her resistance.
As her silence stretched, Adam leaned in closer, his eyes swirling with anger he fought hard to suppress. His face gave nothing away.
His voice, unnervingly soft compared to his usual indifference, taunted, “Kennard Lyons! Really? You had to go crying to someone else for help? Is the Mr. Walcott title not fancy enough for you, or do you just fucking despise using it?”
“Adam, you’re fucking hurting me Dolores gasped, struggling futilely as his calloused fingers dug painfully into her skin, nearly drawing blood.
Her voice, laced with irritation, snapped back, “We’re getting a divorce, Adam. Who I ask for help is none of your fucking business!”
“Divorce You think you’ve got the guts!” he sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Who was it, bare–assed and clinging to me, swearing eternal love, just a few weeks back”
Their once tender moments were now twisted into sheer humiliation.
Dolores’s face went pale, but she steeled herself, holding back tears and forcing a mocking smile. “Yeah, because for the nothing but a cold fish. I had to check whether you could still get it up for the sake of my future happiness. Lucky for me, I got my answer—
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Adam’s grip tightened, his voice venomous. “Wasn’t our last fuck before getting married
That was the drugs talking–a pretty heavy dose at that. Now it’s clear, without a little help, you’re just not man enough.” Dolores slurred, her words trailing off as alcohol clouded her senses, her reality blurring at the edges
Adam’s rage boiled over as he roared, “Dolores, you’re one hell of a piece of work!”
yanked open the car door, pulled her out, and headed straight for the elevator. They shot up to his private suite on the 24th floor of the Hovrtensia—a domain secured by his fingerprint alone.
In the room. Adam tossed her onto the bed without a hint of gentleness. He loomed over her, his face dark and unreadable as he methodically renewed his jacker and began to unbutton his shin, revealing a tight, muscular torso. Even in such a raw moment, his aristocratic grace was
Irutally. Adam hadn’t planned to go further, but Dolores’s provocations ignited a fire in him. He thought she desperately needed to be put in her
Overwhelmed by the ordeal. Dolores lay heavily on the bed, dizzy and nauseated, too weak to resist,
The sharp pain in her check brought trans to her eyes, her blouse dampening as she was overwhelmed by a profound sense of injustice. Memories shed tord to bury bullded up in her vulnerable state.
Sering her tears a flicker of softness crossed Adam’s features. He half knelt on the bed to carry her to the bathroom, but then she murmured faudly. “Then Z
That name struck like a Hunderbolt, instantly calling the atmosphere. The tension thickened, laden with the promise of an imminent Adam’s gore priced through her, his eyes as deep and dark as the night itself.
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He largered in sidener for a long moment before his your slow and calculated, broke the stillness, “Who the hell were you calling out to just now!” This tour was cool devoid of anger, but those familiar with him knew this calm was far more frightening than his fury.
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gently yet firmaly lifting her chin to wake hier. “Dolores, who were you al
shouting for?” he demanded.
She was routed into a groggy half–awares Her eyes were louded with tears, her voice raspy and choked. “Then… God, I wish I’d listened to you. If only I lulut married Adam. HowTorgirl it..
Aadam’s intense gaze hard on Dolores, jaobing, as he simply repeated, “Regrete
No teply + ame, iody de ft sound of harm a arbs filled the reum, mingled with either pain or sorrow.
This hand weighed down heavily on her delicate waist, marking her skin red as he spoke. “No regrets for three years, and now, just because Theo
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The sharpness of the pain brought Dolores more to her senses, though her mind still reeled.
It took her a moment to recognize the man in front of her, and she winced, attempting to pull away. “Adam, don’t fucking touch me”
That lit a fire in him. Ignoring her struggles, he forcefully pulled her beneath him, his voice laced with a venomous edge. “Not allowed to touch you! Who then? Theo? Or that asshole who received the bag?”
His voice was thick with fury and sarcasm as he taunted her mercilessly. “Really, Dolores! Using my money to keep some other man? If you’re gonna be a sugar mama, at least pick someone decent!”
His fingers traced her face, moving down her neck, each touch dripping with disdain. “If you’d been this ambitious before, maybe I would’ve actually cared to look at you. Not like I gave a shit when you were naked and throwing yourself at me”
Adam leaned close, his lips nearly brushing against hers, his voice harsh and mocking. “He’s what, in his forties? After three lonely years, can he even keep up with you in bed?
Dolores’s lips moved as if to respond, but her voice was too faint, drowned out by his seething rage.
Distressed, she turned her face away, but Adam, unyielding, grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “What? Can’t bear to look at me! Or did I hit too close to home-
Before he could finish, Dolores couldn’t contain herself any longer and suddenly vomited all over him.
