Love Unbreakable

200 Dollars In the men's restroom, a heavy silence hung in the air.

The sound of footsteps against the floor resonated with unsettling clarity.

Raegan stood motionless.

Each step reverberated through her like a relentless drum.

Meanwhile, Mitchel stood in front of her, exuding nothing but calmness.

His handsome features showed no signs of inner turmoil.

Raegan's nails dug into her palms in frustration.

Her role as Henley's pretend girlfriend was unknown to Mitchel.

She found it baffling that he could stay so calm and guilt-free about his behavior.

However, now was not the time to confront him.

Being discovered in this compromising situation was the last thing she wanted.

She racked her brain and tried to find a way out.

Nonetheless, knowing Mitchel, he must have a way to resolve this.

Raegan looked up at him, her beautiful eyes conveying a silent plea.

Realizing what she meant, Mitchel's expression darkened, and he quietly asked, "Are you asking my help?" His voice was unusually cold.

Raegan knew exactly what that meant.

He was waiting for her to make a decision.

After all, only she could please him, just like she had done countless times before.

Knock.

Outside, Henley lightly knocked on the door and loudly asked, "Is someone inside?" A sudden chill ran down Raegan’s spine.

Startled, she impulsively wrapped her arms around Mitchel's neck and encircled her legs around his lean waist.

Not only that, but her red lips were almost touching his throat.

A gasp nearly escaped from Mitchel's lips.

In a panic, Raegan quickly covered his mouth.

But then, she nearly slipped.

Mitchel's firm hand caught her just in time.

Meanwhile, Henley had now lost his patience.

He reached for the doorknob, intending to open it. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Just then, a male janitor walked in.

"Sir, this CR is under maintenance.

Please use another restroom,” he said with a cleaning cart in tow.

"Do you need to use this restroom right now? I'm about to start cleaning.” Henley froze.

He noticed the gap under the stall but could not bring himself to crouch down and check.

Although uneasy, Henley decided to leave.

The janitor began cleaning, and the sound of the vacuum cleaner and mop filled the room.

Raegan loosened up and exhaled a sigh of relief.

Not wanting to cling to Mitchel any longer, she tried to step down, but he pressed her hips against the door.

In the dim light, Mitchel's eyes grew cold, and he scoffed, "You're just gonna walk away after using me?" "Use you? It was the janitor who walked in, not..." Bang! Mitchel hit the door with his fist, and the sound echoed inside the bathroom.

Raegan flinched, and her eyes widened in shock.

The janitor was right outside the cubicle, wasn't he? Had Mitchell lost his mind? For some reason, the cleaner outside seemed oblivious as if he had not heard a thing.

And then it hit her.

Mitchel must have prearranged this with the janitor.

This also meant that he had planned to drag her into the men's restroom to embarrass her.

Anger welled up within Raegan.

She gritted her teeth and protested, "Put me down.

I need to go back!" "Go back?" Mitchel echoed, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Like this?" His disdainful look made Raegan's heart sink.

She realized she could not return to the chamber in her current state.

But right now, she had to go back first and think of an explanation later, She was in a disarray state.

Mitchel, on the other hand, seemed unnaturally normal.

He remained neatly dressed and composed.

Every expression he wore radiated a disconnect from the world around him.

It was as if he had no part in her current state.

"That's none of your concern,” Raegan huffed.

"Ha-ha.

Do you honestly I can't do anything to you?" Raegan's frown deepened.

She opened her mouth, ready to argue about who was truly at fault.

But Mitchel cut her off.

"When will you ever learn?" Suddenly, the room went dark.

Mitchel leaned in and kissed her.

His lips were cold, and his kiss was forceful.

As he sucked on her lips, she felt an inexplicable sensation that made her hair stand on end.

Flabbergasted, Raegan tried to turn her head away, but he firmly held her face.

He even bit down on her lips as though he was teaching her a lesson.

Raegan winced at the sharp pain and let out a soft whimper.

But Mitchel was not done yet.

His fingers gripped her possessively, leaving her cheeks flushed.

Raegan's mind teetered on the brink.

She tried, with all her strength, to push his hands away, but he did not even budge in the slightest.

Though Mitchel wanted more, he restrained himself and only intended to tease her.

He could not accept the fact that she no longer responded to him as she once had.

Their fierce struggle resembled a lopsided boxing match, with Raegan clearly outmatched.

She eventually stopped resisting and just let him bite and nibble at her lips.

Her thoughts became hazy and her awareness faded, save for the sensation of his tongue.

Barely holding onto consciousness, she uttered weakly, "You're shameless, Mitchel.

What are you trying to prove?" Of course, Mitchel intended to make a point as evident in his actions.

"What do you think I'm trying to prove?” He stood there, his breathing slightly labored.

He pressed a fingertip against her lips.

The air was thick with an intoxicating scent.

"Don't deny it.

You still have feelings for me, don't you?" Not wanting to see his smug expression, Raegan averted her gaze.

But Mitchel grasped her chin, forcing her to look into his intense eyes.

Mitchel's handsome face, sharp-featured, was dotted with sweat beads.

His shirt, drenched with perspiration, gave off the impression of self-restraint.

He raised an eyebrow and pushed her for an answer.

"You're with Henley just to make me jealous, aren't you?" Although her words about being with Henley were nothing but to provoke Mitchel, Raegan refused to admit it.

She had made the mistake of falling in love with him before, and she wouldn't compound it with another one.

With a faint smile playing on her lips, Raegan looked him in the eye and asked back, "Mr.

Dixon, what are you to me now? Do you think I'd risk my reputation Just to upset you?” For a moment, Mitchel's face lost color.

Then, with his brows creased into a frown, he snarled, "Raegan, your body doesn't lie.” Raegan tilted her head, pursed her lips, and nodded in agreement.

"I won't deny it.

I did feel something just now." Mitchel's expression shifted slightly, and his mood was lifted.

But then, Raegan smirked and added, "But let's be clear, Mr.

Dixon.

It was your kissing skills.

Nothing more." She bent down to retrieve her purse, pulled out two bills, and tucked them into Mitchel's collar.

"Is two hundred dollars enough for your services?”