CHAPTER 35: LOVE'S BATTLE

NATASHA

"Ouch! Ouch! Fuck, baby, it hurts!" Michael complained before I even pressed the cloth to his lips. His grip on my thigh tightened as he insisted on me sitting on his lap while I tended to his wound.

"Easy," he moaned.

"Stop being so melodramatic, it's just a small cut," I chided, pushing his forehead away with my middle and forefinger.

"But it hurts," he whined childishly.

"You didn't act like this when your dad landed two punches on your handsome face." I held up two fingers. "And now, you're acting like a baby."

"Was I supposed to fight back while he was practically grinding my face into the floor?" He asked seriously.

"Your mom was there," I retorted.

"I wanted your arms around me."

I rolled my eyes when I felt his hands slip underneath the hem of my dress, squeezing gently.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" He asked, giving me a sensual stare.

"Are you really in pain, or you just want to put your hands on me, you pervert?" I threw the towel at his face and stood up.

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