Love or Leave Behind Novel

“Samuel!” Shelmaine snapped through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with outrage.

“Scream louder. I don’t mind letting Jullen find use this,” Samuel said wryly.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Shebaine countered icily, “And what if your fiancé stumbles upon us?”

Samuel looked up from where his face hovered mere inches away from her breasts, a roguish gleam in his eyes. “Do you think care?

Her eyes widened by a fraction as she hissed, “I don’t care what you think. Let me go right now!” Her skin burned where he had kissed her.

“I do care. Have you and pullen gotten this far in your relationship? Has he kissed you the same way I did?”

“That’s none of your business!” she said hotly.

Samuel made a sound that was between a scoff and a laugh. He said nothing, but he kept his grip on her as his body pressed against hers. The heat radiating off him seeped into her.

Shemaine knew him well enough to know how this tryst would end. She closed her eyes in disgust as she bit out, “If you need someone to relieve you of your urges, go to Natasha I don’t want you slobbering all over me like a dog in heat.”

“We’ll see who’s the one in heat after this.” His words held a wicked promise as his hand darted out. Shelmaine was cornered. She could not avoid his touch and was forced to endure another round of groping

“Samuel!” she growled again. For the first time, she understood how unscrupulous Samuel could be. She wondered how he could so brazenly say and do such outrageous things to her.

Samuel clenched his jaw. “You got rid of the baby because of julien, didn’t you? You did it so you could be together with him.”

Was that what he thought of her?

He couldn’t make out her expression in the shadows of the corner. He could only gauge her reaction from her breathing, her body language, and her tone. She asked sharply.” And what if I did?”

“You were the one who wanted the baby in the first place, Samuel seethed. “But you got rid of it anyway! Are you doing this to make a fool out of me,

“I didn’t realize the privilege to make a fool out of someone was exclusive to you,” Shelmaine sniped. “Get over yourself, Samuel.”

Shelmaine?

He gripped her jaw once more, this time with a touch of menace. She frowned as the pain shot up her soul, and her breathing quickened. However, she did not cry out in pain and merely sputtered

“Why are you so worked up, Samuel? It’s not like you wanted the baby. You were guarding against it like it was bad publicity. I thought you’d be happy that your worries have been taken care of, Shelmine spat venomously.

“So, are you saying that I should thank you?” Samuel demanded grimly

“Some gratitude would be nice,” she pointed out coolly Despite her flippancy, her heart felt hollow. She hadn’t gotten rid of the baby, she had lost it because of some cruel maneuver orchestrated by someone else

Even if Samuel weren’t behind the maneuver, It had to be Eliams or Natasha. They were t

As such, Shelmaine didn’t think Samuel had the right to accuse her of anything.

the only ones who had a grudge against Shelmaine.

She sounded cold and resigned as she said, “I don’t want to fight with you, Samuel. We’re over, and whatever Ichoose to do with my life is none of your concern. I could have a relationship with any man 1 Ho

“you violated me just now, and that was not the first time you’ve done it. I don’t want to betray pullen, and you’re engaged to Natasha. I suggest you stick to your boundaries and Tispect mine.”

Gone were any sentiments she had for Samuel and their shared past

Samuel sensed it too, but he chose to argue, “1 wasn’t molating you, I was just rekindling old sparks”

“I don’t want to rekindle anything with you,” Shelmaine said.

“What you want doesn’t count te held her chin firmly and dipped his head to kiss her again. The kiss was soft and tender this time, lacking the fiery lust from before. “I want us to start over.”

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flood rushed to Shelmane’s cheeks, and her breathing grew hewy. She couldn’t believe Samuel was saying such things to her. He was prone to bedroom talk, but he would retien to his straight–laced, no–nonsense self as soon as the deed was over.