Nigel stared at Fiona, holding her chin. "20 years apart? That almost sounds like you're complaining. Like you've been lonely all this time. Guess I'll have to make it up for you tonight."
Fiona remained silent.
She raised her hand and slapped his hand away. "Why don't you go find your first love instead? Have you two been sleeping on my bed when I was away these years?"
Nigel's expression turned grim as he responded, "How many times do I have to say it? Nothing ever happened between Anne and me!"
Fiona arched her brow. "Oh, really? You expect me to believe that? You never slept with her in over 20 years?"
Nigel paused for a moment before saying, "Don't project your filthy thoughts onto me!"
So, he really hadn't slept with Anne?
Fiona's curiosity was piqued. "So what then? Have you been fooling around with secretaries, or maybe keeping a college girl as your side chick?"
"Fiona!"
Fiona responded, "Why so worked up? Did I hit a nerve? Don't tell me you've been celibate all these years. I'd never believe it."
His gaze fell to her lips, which was slightly parted as she spoke.
Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed her.
Fiona's eyes widened. She shoved at his chest, but Nigel seized both her wrists and pinned them against the wall as he kissed her intensely, forcing her lips apart and taking what he wanted.
Fiona blushed. They weren't young anymore, yet he still kissed her like this, as if nothing had changed.
"Let me go!" she snapped.
She bit down hard on his lip.
Nigel flinched, sucking in a sharp breath at the sting.
After wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, he saw the smear of blood on his fingers.
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