My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Romeo moved his things back the same day of my party. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Right after he kicked everyone out and called his bi-weekly cleaning service to “bleach the entire house, walls and ceiling included.”

I spied from my bedroom window as an army of people on his payroll wheeled his suitcases back inside. I hugged my arms, thinking about what had happened between us just hours ago.

When Romeo came in my mouth, I’d saved some of his semen under my tongue. I read somewhere that sperm could still survive in the mouth, provided it remained in its gel-like form.

It did.

When I dashed into my room to spit it into a mouthwash cup, I figured I could try to get pregnant.

But leaning against my sink, observing the white thing swimming in the small cup, something prevented me from doing it.

My morals, maybe.

I still had them, though my husband had lost his somewhere along the way.

It was sperm-stealing.

It was wrong.

And I, unfortunately, had boundaries I refused to cross.

Sure, I had no obligation to take the ethical highway. Not after everything Romeo had put me through. He’d deceived me in so many ways, so it was only fair I deceived him back.

Still, my pride wouldn’t let me conceive this way.

With spat-out semen. In a bathroom. Like a thief.

No. Romeo’s downfall would be of his own making.

I intended to break him.

The cracks were already apparent, imprinted everywhere on his behavior.

He wanted me. I knew he did.

Even if it was the last thing he needed.

As I watched my beautiful, awful husband weave through the garden, stone-faced, his phone pressed to his ear, undoubtedly discussing something work-related, I wondered what bringing him to full submission would feel like.

I was certainly going to find out.