The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 255

It was well past midnight, and the private club’s suite was thick with the smell of liquor. Owen sat there, drink in hand, barely listening as his friends joked about ordering girls for the night.

“Owen, see anyone you like?” one of them nudged him, trying to get a rise. He hardly noticed. His mind was stuck on Petty.

She’d blocked him—phone, WeChat, everything. She’d always had a temper, even when they were kids. When she decided she was done with someone, that was it.

Agitated and restless, he could feel the alcohol burning in his veins, turning his frustration inside out. Their marriage was a mess, falling apart at the seams, and yet she could still end up in Franco’s bed? The thought made him grit his teeth.

He couldn’t get the image out of his head—the dark hickey on her neck, the proof that she’d been with someone else. That was when he lost it. The words he’d spat at her weren’t just harsh; they were cruel. He remembered, too vividly, the way her face had instantly drained of color.

A wave of fury passed through him and he kicked the coffee table. The glass bottles toppled, spilling booze everywhere and shattering across the floor.

The girls in the room startled and huddled together, anxious, frightened.

Except for one. She jumped at the noise but didn’t cave to fear like the rest. Owen’s eyes caught hers and he suddenly zoned out.

“You. Come here,” he said, his voice rough.

She stepped forward, her blue dress setting off the soft lines of her figure, long hair draped across her shoulders. “Owen,” she called in a gentle voice.

The light fell on a small, faint mole on the bridge of her nose.

His vision blurred with drink. For a second, that pretty, calm face shifted and became Petty’s, fierce and radiant, always looking at him with equal parts fire and frost.

A strange smile crossed Owen’s face. He got up and pulled the girl close, arm slung around her neck as he led her out.

They ended up in another room, dimly lit. He pressed her down onto the bed, one hand over her eyes, kissing her, the other tugging the neckline of her dress roughly aside.

His mouth trailed across her chin, down to her neck, pausing to bite at her collarbone.

“Ah!” She whimpered, pain cutting through her soft voice.

When he saw the mark blooming on her pale skin, the same as the one he’d seen on Petty, he gave a twisted, dazed grin.

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