Chapter 47
Callisto could feel the sting of Lorraine’s cold shoulder all day. It was like she saw right through him, treating him asthough he were invisible. Even when he trailed behind her, she paid him no mind, making the distance between them feel even greater than Jual been in the past few days.
He knew exactly why she was acting this way—it was because of what had happened the previous night. He had wanted it to happen just as much as it did. The memory of every moment played on repeat in his mind, the pleasure still fresh and impossible to forget. Even now, with a clearer heal he couldn’t help but secrrily crave the sight of Lorraine’s body.
He knew every curve, every inch of her by heart, including each mole and scar that dotted her skin. But despite knowing her so well, all he wanted right now was to look at her, to hold her, to be with her as ther
“Wipe that drool off your face,” Gideon’s voice snapped him back to reality
They were both vinting in the living room, eyes trained on Lorraine, who was in the kitchen with Mona and the twins
Calliste instinctively wiped at his mouth, realizing too late that there was nothing there.
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Gideon shook his head with a smirk, then seemed to come to a realization. “So that’s why you didn’t come home last night—you slepe Lorraine, didn’t you?”
Callisto’s lips curved into a smug smile, proud of what had happened.
Gideon raised an eyebrow. “How the heck did you manage that? Knowing Lorraine? Look at her now, she’s still as cold as ever towards you. I’m guessing you either forced her or spiked her drink, huh?”
“I didn’t go that far, moron. Ollisto scowled. “We both got drunk, and it just happened”
“Hmm” Gideon rubbed his chin thoughtfully, studying his boss. “So you got Lorraine drunk and took advantage of her. It’s hard to believe you were so wasted that you didn’t know what you were doing. Callisto,”
Callisto averted his gaze, biting his lip. In truth, he hadn’t been that drunk, but he had let himself be carried away by the intoxication just to get closer to Lorraine. To be precise, his desire to touch her perfect body had driven him to drink more than he should have. He knew he would have deeply regretted it if he hadn’t tasted her again
The kind of thirst he had felt that night couldn’t be quenched with water. Only Lorraine’s lips could satisfy him. Even now, he could still hear her sweet, breathless moans and suppressed whimpers in his ears, like music playing on repeat. The addictive scent of her body still clung to his skin, making him restless and unable to stay still.
He had no regrets about that night. Instead, it had only fueled his burning desire to win back Lorraine’s heart and claim her again and again.
Callisto snapped back to the present when he saw Mona leave the kitchen and head upstairs. Their eyes met brielly, and she shot him a glare before rolling her eyes and continuing on her way. He could tell she was annoyed with him, probably because of what she had walked in on that morning.
But Callisto didn’t care what Mona thought of him or his relationship with Lorraine. Her opinion didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to him was Lorraine’s words and being accepted by their twins, Lucian and Lucio
He stood up abruptly as soon as Mona was out of sight and hurried into the kitchen. Lorraine had her back to him, washing dishes, while the twins were too busy competing to see who could eat more cookies to notice his arrival
Callisto positioned himself behind Lorraine, noting how she barely reached his shoulder. Her soft, rounded hips jutted out slightly as she leaned over the sink
A mischievous thought crossed his mind–he wanted to slap her behind like he used to. He remembered how she would squeal, complain to him, then laugh and shake her head. Sometimes, she’d get annoyed and try to get back at him. Those were the good times they had shared.
But the realization that he couldn’t do that now hit him like a punch to the gut. She’d probably kick him out of the house if he even tried.
Still, that didn’t stop him from slowly, gently wrapping his arms around her from behind. He slipped his strong arms under hers, weaving the together until they were tightly wrapped around her waist.
He felt Lorraine stiffen, her body going rigid like a statue. The glass she had been holding slipped from her fingers, clattering in the sink but fortunately not breaking.
ray strands of hair had
Callisto, ever bold, rested his chin on her shoulder. When that wasn’t enough, he buried his face in her neck, where a few stray escaped her ponytail
He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her, and wasn’t disappointed when he found the familiar addiction he had been searching for.
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Chapter 47
“I love you, Lorraine,” he whispered into her ear. “I love you so much. To me, you’re still my wife, and we’re still a family with the twins.
Lorraine froze in place, her thoughts from earlier abruptly vanishing. The warmth of the embrace that enveloped her from behind sent her heart racing uncontrollably, each beat thundering like galloping horses.
Her breath quickened, becoming heavy, as she exhaled cold air through her parted lips. The scent of Callisto lingered in the air, and it felt overwhelmingly suffocating.
The memory of last night–when Callisto held her just like this, both of them naked and drenched in swear–flooded her mind.
Her eyes widened in shock, and she slapped Callisto’s arm hard, the sound echoing around them.
“L–Let go of me! What do you think you’re doing, you assholeir
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