The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 796

Natalie peeked into Kristin's bedroom and found the little girl fast asleep. She figured Kristin must have finished her homework, earning a little TV time as a reward from Marico. He had probably sat down to watch it with her, only to drift off first.

Afraid of waking him, Kristin hadn't taken the remote from his hand to turn off the TV. Instead, she had draped a blanket over him before quietly slipping back to her own room to sleep.

Natalie leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to Kristin's cheek, and then returned to the living room to sit down beside Marico.

During the drive home, she had been in a terrible mood. She was furious with Hamilton and wracked with guilt over the disruption to the film crew. Underneath it all, a lingering fear gnawed at her, wondering what Hamilton might do next.

She had walked through the door carrying that heavy, tangled mess of emotions, but the quiet peace of her home had already begun to soothe her.

She couldn't stop whatever Hamilton had planned, but she could guard her own heart and refuse to let him hurt her anymore.

Natalie closed her eyes, savoring the moment of tranquility. Suddenly, a half-asleep Marico slumped heavily against her. His hands blindly groped her as he leaned in, trying to steal a kiss.

Natalie lightly slapped his cheek, hoping to snap him out of it. Instead of waking up, he pulled her tightly against his chest, dipping his head to capture her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.

"Marico!"

Furious, she smacked him again. As if provoked, he kissed her even harder, his hand boldly sliding under her clothes.

"Let go of me..."

"Baby, stop moving," he mumbled groggily.

"Marico..."

"Damn, you smell so good."

"..."

"Let me have a taste."

He was already unfastening her clothes. Furious, Natalie bit his tongue. Misinterpreting her resistance as playing hard to get, he pinched the soft flesh of her waist and muttered a sleepy threat, "Be a good girl, or I'll make you beg for it."

Natalie kicked him hard, but he was wrapped around her like an octopus, impossible to shake off.

"Mabel, I'm dying for a taste."

Mabel?

Natalie gritted her teeth. Not only was he having a passionate dream about another woman, but he was also mistaking her for some girl named Mabel.

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