Chapter 4

I turned my head to face Vince, finding him staring right at me.

“How can I go back to how I was? How can I possibly forget about him? How can I forget how much I loved him, even though he treated me like shit? I’m sorry for being emotional, Vince, but I really need to get over this.”

“You won’t, Laura. No one can. You don’t have to forget about him, but you can learn to live with what happened. You don’t need him. He’s not the one for you. You just need time. I know you don’t believe that right now, but I’ll prove it to you.”

“You think it’s that simple?”

He raised his hand and grabbed my shoulder, staring at me with those intense eyes of his. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes, as though he was pleading with me to trust him.

I did.

I needed this. I needed someone to listen to me. I couldn’t keep this bottled up forever.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else. I know he’ll always be there. But I don’t want to see him again. Ever.”

Vince nodded, his gaze still locked on mine.

“I promise I’ll help you forget about him. You won’t need him anymore.”

“You promise?”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.

I took a deep breath and averted my gaze, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze.

I wanted him. I wanted him to kiss me, hold me in his arms, and tell me everything was going to be okay. That I’d get over this, just like he had said I would.

But I couldn’t bring myself to trust him. Not yet. He might say all the right things, but it wouldn’t make me forget about what had happened. I didn’t want to get close to him.

I couldn’t let Vince be the one who ended up with me. I was too scared to make that mistake. I was not ready for a relationship. I needed to heal, and only then would I be able to be with someone again.

But I needed something more from him. Something I couldn’t get from anyone else.

“What do you mean? What are you going to do to help me?”

Vince raised his hand and cupped my cheek, raising my head until I was forced to look at him again.

His lips hovered inches from mine, and my heartbeat raced against my ribcage. My mind was clouded with thoughts, my desire to kiss him overruling all my other thoughts.

He stared into my eyes as he lowered his head, bringing his lips to my cheek and planting a kiss there. He then traced his fingers along my jawline, making me tremble.

“I know what you need,” he whispered. “And I’ll give it to you. I promise I will.”

He closed the distance between our lips and captured mine, his lips parting mine as he deepened the kiss. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the kiss as he pressed his body against mine, his lips still locked on mine as he eased me back onto the bed.

I knew what was about to happen. I wanted it to happen, but my mind was screaming for me to stop.

It was not what I needed. I didn’t want to make the same mistake again. I couldn’t afford to love someone and have him use me for his own benefit. I wouldn’t allow that to happen again.

But I needed to heal, and Vince was going to help me.

I gasped, trying to pull away, but Vince didn’t budge. He grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands above my head, and my heart started racing as he deepened the kiss.

His lips trailed along my neck and collarbone as he shrugged off his coat and straddled me. He looked at me, his eyes blazing with passion and desire.

He pressed his lips against mine again, and I closed my eyes, allowing him to take the lead.

He kissed my neck, making me shudder with pleasure. He slowly kissed me along the nape of my neck, his tongue darting out and licking along my skin.

I’ve never felt this way before, and I wanted more of him.

His kisses trailed along the top of my blouse, his fingers moving along my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He unbuttoned my blouse and parted it, exposing my bra.

Then, he pulled the straps off my shoulders, exposing my bra, and he placed a kiss on my exposed shoulder. He then grabbed the cup of my bra and exposed my nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it as I groaned and writhed beneath him.

“Oh my God…” I breathed, his touch igniting a fire in my stomach.

I was aroused beyond belief. I could feel my pussy starting to wet, and my core clenched as his tongue swiped along my sensitive nipple.

“Vince,” I said, grabbing his head and pulling him closer.

He moaned in response, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. He then trailed kisses down my stomach, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my skirt. He pulled it down my thighs, and I kicked my legs, removing it completely and exposing my underwear.

He pulled my panties down my thighs and tossed them aside, gazing at my pussy and licking his lips. His gaze was intense, and my heart pounded against my ribcage.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, desperate for him to enter me.

“No,” he whispered, moving his body over mine.

I gazed up at him in shock.

He then lay on top of me and entered me with his fingers, and I cried out, the sensation of him inside me overwhelming.

He stared into my eyes as he thrust his fingers into me, and I bucked my hips, enjoying his touch as he gazed at me.

He took my nipple into his mouth again, and I threw my head back, a moan escaping my lips.

“Oh my God!”