Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 440

Chapter 440:

“I have proof. You can’t keep denying it.” I felt like a fire was burning in the pit of my stomach. The discomfort made me squirm in his arms, but each position I tried was worse than the last.

Soon I felt my consciousness slipping away. Still, I lifted my head and looked at Derek with narrowed eyes to try to see his expression clearly.

Of course, I didn’t succeed. It was as if we were miles apart, but the next second, his face was right in front of mine.

“What proof, where is it then?”

His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his rough voice sending shivers down my spine.

“It’s…” I pressed my hands against his chest in an attempt to come to my senses, but it did nothing to ease the hammering in my head. “I was on the phone, but then… but then the phone was taken from me, as well as the necklace. You don’t know how shattered I was.”

As soon as I said this, it was like a dam broke and I burst into tears. In my drunken state, I forgot that Derek had already helped me get those things back.

Not wanting Derek to see me a sobbing mess, I buried my face in his chest. In response, he nibbled on my ear and let out a long sigh.

“Why were you a wreck? Because I gave you the necklace and you didn’t want to lose it? Right?”

His gravelly voice sounded hypnotic and irresistible, and the fact that I was completely drunk didn’t help my predicament.

“That’s right,” I reluctantly admitted.

I was becoming very sincere when I was drunk. Soon enough, I was getting even closer to him. I felt the urge to air my grievances and demand compensation.

“The truth is, I’ve missed you so much,” I choked out between sobs.

“I know, I know.” His breath felt hot against my skin. Before I knew it, I broke down in another fit of tears.

“And I didn’t want you to leave.”

“I know.” Derek gently stroked my hair and that familiar gesture prickled my heart. I clenched my hands into fists and weakly punched his chest.

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It only lasted a few seconds before he grabbed my wrists and pulled me into a hug.

“You’re torturing me, you know.” Derek’s voice trembled slightly.

I could tell he was trying hard to hold back and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I moved closer to him, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

He froze, obviously stunned by my boldness, but it didn’t take him long to respond and devour my mouth.

Derek picked me up and the next thing I knew I was lying on the big, soft bed in the private room. I was crying again.

“You don’t love me,” I cried.

“Silly,” he chided me affectionately.

He proceeded to kiss me all over my body, getting rid of my clothes. After a while, he stopped. Instantly I knew what he was looking at.

I hurried to cover the scar on my belly with my hands.

“Don’t look. It’s ugly.”

“No, don’t cover it. It’s beautiful. It’s gorgeous.”

Without waiting for me to move, Derek removed my hands and planted a soft kiss on my scar.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’m so grateful to you for making me a father.” Derek was in complete control after that. I lost myself in his body, reveling in the pleasures of sex I never thought I’d experience again.

As expected, the next morning I awoke with a throbbing head. I sat up and shuddered. My back and waist ached. I looked around and realized I was in the private room where Derek and I had dinner the night before. But I was alone. The man was nowhere to be seen.

In fact, any trace of his presence had disappeared from the room. If my whole body didn’t ache, I would probably begin to suspect that last night had only been a dream.

As it was, I could also see teeth and bite marks on my body. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already half past eight. Derek had said he was catching the eight o’clock flight, so he must have already been on the plane.

I leaned back against the pillows and pulled the quilt over me. His scent still lingered on the bed. Despite myself, I snuggled into my little cocoon, desperate to cling to what was left of him. We had shared the last few hours with fervent passion, but I was still wary of him.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an empty condom box that seemed to have been tossed on the floor senselessly. I shouldn’t be surprised, as most hotels provide such things to certain guests.

The sorry state of the box made me smile. It was clear that Derekh had been frantic in handling it. We had been together for a long time, but we had never used a condom until the night before.

I had probably remembered the doctor’s words when I had just been discharged from the hospital. Since I had had a cesarean section, it was not advisable for me to undergo any similar operation in the next year. That is, an abortion.

Otherwise, it could damage my uterus and reduce my chances of conceiving another child in the future. To be on the safe side, the doctor had instructed us to wait three years before trying to have another child.

Just then, my phone started vibrating on my bedside table. I picked it up and saw that Derek had sent me a message.

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