Chapter 18
Chapter 18: Kristopher’s stunning face shifted to an icy demeanor in an instant. He stared at Belinda’s hand as she wiped it with a tissue, his teeth clenched. “What exactly are you implying?”’ “Exactly that.”’ Belinda sneered as she tossed the tissue into the trash. “It’s one thing for a man to age, but another to remain oblivious and compare himself to those who are fitter and younger.”’ She shot Kristopher another look. “Maybe if you spent less time with Miss Miller and more time at the gym, she might find you appealing.”’ Kristopher’s expression darkened. His eyes narrowed, and the chill emanating from him seemed to freeze the air. “You’re growing audacious, Belinda.”’ Kristopher was the epitome of the golden boy. When had he ever been talked down to like this? “Merely stating the facts.”’ Seeing the frost in his gaze, Belinda smirked, her satisfaction palpable. “I’ve said my piece. I’m out of here.”’ She quickly swung the door open, aiming to leave before Kristopher’s temper could ignite. But she wasn’t fast enough. As she moved to exit, Kristopher pulled her back. The door slammed shut with a resounding thud. Your source for updates g’±¯lnÏνð’®ls”¤com Kristopher pushed her against the firm, icy surface of the door. The force nearly drew a cry of pain from her. Before she could react, he loomed over her, pinning her in place. He grasped her chin and delivered a fierce, imposing kiss. Kristopher’s kiss was sudden and forceful. Belinda’s eyes widened in disbelief. She had anticipated him getting upset by what she said. She even thought he might finally consent to the divorce. But this? This was unexpected. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately. It wasn’t until his tongue forced her lips apart that Belinda snapped back to her senses and began to resist. “Stay still,”’ he commanded, his voice now deep and filled with lust. “You called me old, said I couldn’t satisfy you. Isn’t this what you’ve been asking for?”’ As he spoke, his hand crept up her skirt, his tone menacing. “You’ve been so distant lately. Is this why? To provoke me? I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”’ As she felt the warmth of his touch, the reality of his intentions dawned on Belinda. Her eyes widened in terror. “Kristopher! We’re in a bar!”’ Trapped against the door, the pulsating beats and muffled conversations from the bar still audible, she realized the gravity of the situation. And Kristopher wanted to continue here? “What does it matter if we’re in a bar?”’ Blinded by lust, he dismissed her protests. He restrained her arms above her head with one hand, while the other explored her body. His lips brushed against her ear. “You threaten me with divorce, flirt in places like this, stir me up”¦ Is it because Cathy’s back and you feel threatened? You wanted to drive me to this, didn’t you? If you’re so desperate for it, I’ll give it to you right here!”’…