My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 40

Chapter 40 Toy Replacement Lance’s lips touched my neck. He was gentle, but his behaviour terrified me, I wasn’t sure if he would

open his mouth and bite my neck at this point.

His lips moved downwards. Seems like my worry was extra.

“Aren’t you hungry? I was going to cook!” I said. I haven’t even recovered fully from my previous

surgery, and after the terrifying incident last night, I don’t think I was strong enough to handle anything

today.

But this man obviously doesn’t care that much about me.

He carried me up and walked out of the kitchen. He lowered his head towards mine and grinned: “Yes,

I’m hungry, but not for food, for……”

He didn’t even finish talking and threw me on my bed. Then, he came on top of me.

“What are you thinking about?” he stared straight into my eyes and asked.

His hands were everywhere: “You’re lost in your own thought, did another man slept in this bed

before?”

I stopped his hands with my hands and said: “I don’t know what kind of bullshit you’re saying, I’m

hungry and I want to go cook, get up please.”

Me and Leo slept on this bed before, but we only slept and didn’t do anything else. So when Lance

pressed against me on the same bed, I felt uncomfortable.

I tried to push Lance’s body away, but I couldn’t. He’s a tall man with a proud height of 187cm plus he

goes to the gym regularly. I glared at him after failing to push him away. “Get off.”

“Jennie Gomez, did you forget your own place again? How dare you reject me?” Lance’s true colours

finally showed again, after half a day of pretending to be a gentleman.

“That’s right, your true colour is out. Isn’t this the real you, Lance?”

His eyes were shooting daggers at me at this point, like I killed his whole family.

He really didn’t pity me at all. It was painful, very painful.

My eyes were empty, staring at the ceiling while he moved his body, doing what he wants with my body.

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Leo’s brother was doing this to me fiercely, does he know? If he knew how his brother was treating me,

would he regret not touching me?

I moaned out between my lips, like I have completely lost my mind. “Leo, I really love you. I love you so

much.”

The man on top of me stopped moving and move his lips away from mine. I opened my eyes a little

and I pretended Lance was Leo.

I must have lost my mind, but they look to similar to each other.

I thought Leo moved away from me and I hold onto his neck, but it was actually Lance’s neck. I

pressed his head down onto my chest and whispered gently: “Leo, take me, take me right here will

you?”

*slaps*

I felt a huge slap across my face, it hurt.

The slap woke me up from my hallucination too, I opened my eyes completely and saw Lance on top of

me, not Leo!

My tears rolled down again.

Lance’s face was as cold as the tundra now, like he could freeze me to death any moment.

His blood shot eyes glared at me hard. We stared into each other’s eyes. When I opened my eyes and

saw Lance, not Leo, I was disappointed. I think I must have shown my disappointment on my face and

provoked Lance even further.

He put his hands in between my hair and pulled hard. My head lifted but my skin was pain.

He never treated me gentle at all. I glared at his face.

He looked like a hungry lion at this point, “Slut, who did you moan out for just now? I dare you to call

out his name again.”

I was in despair, but yet I laughed. I laughed out loud coldly.

I laughed in a high pitch, like a mad woman.

“I called Leo’s name, my second brother. Lance, you two look a lot like each other don’t you know that?

Seeing your face makes me think for a split second that you are Leo. Every time we do it, I imagine you

are Leo, so that I could at least feel a little better you know?”

I knew the consequences of saying this, I knew it, but either way he would make me suffer, so I didn’t

care anymore and tried to provoke him.

I know Lance love Leo a lot, he’s his only brother, Lance wouldn’t go for him and instead, would shift

his anger onto me.

Yes, I did provoke him. His hand raised up again to slap me, seeing the height of his raised hands, I

knew how painful it’s going to be. “You said I’m your toy, then you’re my replacement for the man I love.

“I’m a toy, you’re a replacement, hahahahaha……” I laughed like a woman from the asylum.

His hand never landed on my face. Instead, it turned into a fist and punched the pillow beside my face.

It was a huge blow that I could even feel the wind.

He glared at my face for a long time, thousands of emotions exploding in those beautiful eyes of his. I

wasn’t sure anymore if it was anger I saw, or disappointment and despair that I saw in his eyes.

He didn’t say anything and got out of the bed.

After a while, I heard the door banged shut. Good, Lance Mason left my house, good news to me.

I picked up the blanket on the floor and covered my own body. Then I started sobbing.

What kind of life is this?……