Second Chance with My First Love

Adam's eyes grew much more fierce and full of hate as he looked at me. He narrowed his gaze as he gripped my hand tightly. He continued to touch me even when I resisted and tried to break free from his grasp.

Not going to lie; it fascinated me that even after many years, he still knew my body very well. Knowing precisely where to go, his hand traveled to parts that quickly softened and aroused me. However, his hands began to feel cold, just like his stare. They paced slowly as my skin touched his palm.

"Sophia, does he know you better than I do?" he teased, expressionless as his hands kept moving all over me. "Does he like to touch you here as much as I do?"

I wore a strapless dress, so when Adam pulled my skirt, I couldn't help but shout at him.

"No! Don't!" Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook my head, but I held back the sobs. The only thing I could do was cry hopelessly.

"No?" Adam's gaze grew fiercer and his force stronger. "What? Now you want to maintain your innocence? You don't want me to touch you? You just want your husband, right?"

"No..." In desperation, I begged, "Let me go!"

Adam, though, kept going. Not long after, his hand traveled down and gave me a good squeeze there.

The abrupt chill sent me into a state of mental blankness.

With a cold grin, he lifted his hand and held it to his lips. "Even if you tell yourself no, your body still goes against you. If I had to guess, I'd say your husband is failing miserably at making you happy."

His vision was cloudy, and his eyes were still cold and emotionless.

Although my entire being was like burning in fire, I felt an icy chill creeping into my heart.

Of course, I understood that he was deliberately trying to torture and insult me. And I couldn't believe that I responded to his teasing.

With everything going on, I felt like the world spun unusually fast on purpose on its axis and then flipped upside down for a split second. I wanted to smash my head against the wall, get myself amnesia, and forget about everything that had been troubling my mind. In fact, if it meant avoiding an insult from Adam, I'd rather die.

Then suddenly, someone opened the balcony door. At that moment, I felt like every strand of hair in my body stood up, and my blood seemed to clump together. With a grimace on his face, Adam hurried to zip up my skirt. He wrapped his arms around me and cautiously shielded me.

"What are you doing, Adam?" Sure enough, it was Emily's voice.

My body was trembling uncontrollably. Not even in Adam's arms did I feel anything but my body on the frozen surface.

"Get out!" Adam growled impatiently.

"Who's behind you?" Emily was curious and started approaching us.

I felt a sudden and intense chill, as though any second I might collapse totally.

"I said, get out. Don't let me say it a third time." Adam's voice was colder than ever.

Emily stomped her foot grudgingly, but she had no choice but to turn around and leave.

I didn't give in and collapse entirely until the balcony door was locked. I would have definitely passed out if Adam hadn't helped me up. When I met his gaze, I could tell that he was concerned.

How was that possible, though?

How could he act so concerned after treating me like that? After putting me on the spot?

Numbed, I snatched myself out of his grasp, smiled bitterly, and gave him a sound smack. "No, you're right, and I'm wrong. I betrayed you three years ago, so I'm giving you the right to call me names. Bitch? Shameless? Dumb? It doesn't matter, Adam. I'll take them all. Now, can you please just let me go?"

As I continued to study Adam's expression, I saw that there was more and more going on in his eyes than I could make out. But then, I don't have the patience and the ability to see things through them.

If anything, I thought I was so far gone in my fantasy that I actually believed he liked me.