On the Day of My First Boyfriend’s Wedding, I Got Red-eyed

Seeing that I didn't answer, he grabbed my hand and pulled it hard. I bumped into his chest and couldn't help but look up at him. I suppressed my pounding heart and said, "You're already married."

"So what? I ask you to be my lover, not my wife..."

Emery had changed. He was no longer my high school sweetheart who listened to me obediently.

...

"What's wrong? Are you scared now?"

His deep voice sounded above my head, and I suppressed the palpitations in my heart. It had been so many years since I felt this close to him.

Yes, I missed this feeling a lot. I loved him, and there was no pretense, but it seemed like he had never believed me.

I didn't answer. He bent down and leaned closer and closer. Our breaths intertwined. My head instantly exploded with a buzzing sound. A trace of rationality told me that I couldn't get in their relationship. I could find another job if I lost this one...

I shook my head slightly. As if he had discovered that I was going to refuse, he suddenly lowered his head, and his cold thin lips pressed against my trembling mouth, crazily starting to bite. I struggled, but he remained indifferent.

The affection in my heart made me slowly accept his passionate kiss, and the entangled breath made it impossible for me to think at all.

"You couldn't refuse me, Pearl. This is what you owe me!" He bit me and whispered hoarsely in my ear.

I knew I couldn't escape, and at this point, I didn't have the ability to escape.

Emery was the controller at this time.

I closed my eyes and made a shallow hum.

Apart from secular perspectives, I had no reason to turn him down.

When hearing my answer, Emery held me tightly, as if he wanted to blend me into his body. He seemed to be venting the pain that had been suppressed for so many years, and I shamelessly enjoyed it a little...