Love Coming from the Least Expected novel Chapter 8

A warm, fluffy blanket was draped over me. The next moment, I

felt a soft kiss on my cheek.

Afterward, I could hear him shuffling around the room, eventually

realizing that he was cleaning up the mess we had made. My

heart clenched inside my chest with a strange, foreign emotion

that I couldn‟t place my finger on.

When he finished cleaning, he carried me to my bedroom and

tucked me in, even remembering to pour a glass of water and set

it out on my nightstand. What a good… friend.

Absolutely worn out, I drifted off to sleep not long after he left

the house.

I vaguely registered someone lying down next to me in my sleep.

When I jerked awake, I saw Lyle sprawling on the bed, reeking of

alcohol.

So he hadn‟t gone to seek comfort in another woman but in

alcohol instead?

I pinched my nose as disgust welled up inside me. Even so, I got

out of bed to draw a bath for him. Then I helped him out of his

clothes and into the tub before going downstairs to prepare some

pain relief pills for his oncoming hangover.

I used to do this regularly for him in the past as I pitied him for

staying out so late to attend business dinners and meetings, but

looking back on it now, I wanted to laugh at my own stupidity. He

hadn‟t deserved my pity at all.

After downing the pain relief pills, Lyle caught me off guard by

pressing me onto the bed and trying to kiss me, the aftertaste of

alcohol still in his mouth.

As he sat on top of me like a king sitting atop a throne, I knew

that he had to either still be drunk or be mistaking me for

another girl.

I turned my head to one side to avoid his mouth. Sex between us

had never been a common occurrence. Moreover, I had grown an

aversion to it after finding out that he was cheating on me.

However, he didn‟t take the hint, hovering over me and kissing

my ear as his hands slipped under my pajamas. “Dear…”

Christopher had done this exact same thing to me before, but it

felt gross when Lyle was the one doing it.

I briefly wondered if I had gotten addicted to Christopher as

well. Is the saying that the best way to a girl‟s heart is through

their body true after all?

“It‟s late. We should get some sleep,” I told Lyle with my hands

pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him away.

“Besides, you have work tomorrow morning.”

Without another word, I turned my back to him and pulled the