Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 78

He sticks out his tongue, licks his lips, and looks at me.

My heart beats faster for no reason, and I feel my face turn red. Is he hitting on me?

"Salty and bitter," he says.

"What?" I look at him quizzically.

He's not answering my question, is he?

He approaches me again, whispers into my face, "Don't you want me to taste your tears? They're salty and bitter."

What the hell? "Hey, can you be more serious..." I feel shy and embarrassed.

Then he suddenly puts me into his arms and gags me with his mouth.

I try to push him away but I can't. He kisses me harder and harder, and I even feel blood in my mouth.

When the kiss is finally over, we stand still. After a while, he slowly lets go of me.

The sight of the blood around his mouth makes my heart ache. But my sanity prevents me from wiping it off.

"Why don't you bite me? Don't you hate me?"

He asks me with a smile.

"I hate it when you go against my will."

"Chelsea, you've only been gone for a few days and you're already rejecting my kiss."

His words give me a pang in the heart. I really want to hug him and tell him he's wrong. I don't want to be near him because I don't want to depend on him anymore.

It's so hard to take someone out of my life. I've been through losing Callen and my mom. If I go back to Harrison and lose him again, I might actually die of pain.

I have so many things to say, but I just can't say a word.

He takes my silence as acquiescence. He stands up straight and wipes the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand.

After a moment of silence, he says, "No wonder you don't feel lonely. Callen's with you."

I look at him and shake my head. "I met him by accident today. I'm not with him."

"He was waiting for you in your community by accident? Do you think I'm a fool, or do you mean he's crazy about you?" He doesn't sound like he believes me.

But I don't need his trust, do I?

I purse my lips into a smile. "You misunderstood. No man goes crazy for a whore, right?"

Squinting his eyes, he pinches my chin and sneers.

"A whore?" He chuckles. "You think you're a whore? So in your eyes, I spent all that money just to sleep with a divorced woman?"

When people laugh at me because I'm divorced, I can pretend to be cool.

But Harrison is special to me. Every hurtful word he says will kill me. I've never hated being a divorced woman as much as I hate now.