Our So-Called Breakup Chapter 01

Our So-Called Breakup Chapter 01

My weresnake boyfriend had been avoiding me on base for 6 months.

Then one day, my younger brother told him,

“My sister’s getting married, Officer. I need to go home.”

That same night, my boyfriend showed up at my door.

Something about him felt different.

The cold, distant man I knew was gone,

In his place was someone dangerously charming.

I didn’t understand why-until I overheard him on the phone behind my back.

“We never broke up. How is she marrying someone else?”

“What do you mean I’m a shameless homewrecker?”

“I’m just taking back what belongs to me.”

Then his voice dropped into a low laugh.

“I’ll prove to her husband that a lover will always be more tempting than a wife.”

Ladmitted it-I’d always been driven by physical attraction. From the second Vincent Rowley and I started dating, all I could think about was sleeping with him.

I prided myself on being pretty creative when it came to sex, too.

I even joined an online forum for fresh ideas and eventually ordered a massive box of sex toys and gear.

When the delivery arrived, Vincent looked up.

His pale amber snake eyes were icy, stripping every ounce of emotion from his handsome face.

He stared at the heavy case in my hands for a long moment before asking, “Are you a mechanic now?”

I was completely speechless.

“You know what? Our washing machine just broke,” he added. “You can practice on that.”

Rolling my eyes, I vented about the whole disaster in my online group, asking where I’d gone wrong.

The admin gave me a brutally blunt reply, “He thinks you lack style. If you want to use that kind of gear, you need to work on your personal elegance first.”

And just like that, I was permanently banned.

The removal notice read, “Tacky people are not welcome here.”

That day, Hocked myself in the bathroom and cried for two straight

hours.

Lowering my expectations significantly, I bought a simple leather collar and brought it home

Vincent stared at it with those same icy eyes, his expression more severe than I had ever seen it.

“Werebeasts will never be slaves!”

My enthusiasm tanked.

I totally gave up on trying to be adventurous in bed.

Instead, I found myself just staring at Vincent’s black military uniform.

As a weresnake, he carried a refined, mysterious presence that made it impossible to look away.

The dark fabric clung to his broad shoulders and narrow waist, giving his handsome features an undeniable air of strict self-discipline.

Naturally, my mind wandered right back to the gutter.

“That uniform looks really good on you,” I told him shyly. “You should wear it home tonight.”

Vincent glanced down at himself, considered it for a moment, then nodded.

True to his word, he came home that evening in full uniform.

But he also brought back a stack of heavy military coats and shoved

280 for her’s

them into my arms.

“If you like the style so much, you can wear these,” he said, sounding almost thoughtful.

“I specifically requested them from the quartermaster. Try them on. If they don’t fit, I can exchange them for your size.”

I just stared at him, completely at a loss for words.

That very day, I told him I wanted to break up.

Vincent looked at me, his expression dark and heavy.

He didn’t agree, but he didn’t try to talk me out of it, either.

Before walking out, he just gave me a stiff reply, “I’ll give you some time to cool off. Come find me when you’re thinking clearly.”

With that, he headed back to base.

He was aloof and proud; it was impossible for him to bend first.

For the next six months, he never contacted me.

I tried to move on, but at night, lying alone in bed, I still found myself thinking about his abs.

Just remembering his body was enough to make me drool.

Right then, the doorbell rang.

Figuring it was the takeout I’d ordered, I got up to answer it.

>The moment I opened the door, I froze.

Vincent was standing on the porch in a long black trench coat, looking down at me.

He towered over me by more than a head, his presence overwhelming, the sharp, icy scent of his cologne instantly filling the air between us.

Had he finally come back to apologize?

Was he done with the silent treatment?

A massive wave of relief washed over me. But before I could even step forward to forgive him, he walked straight past me and into the

apartment.

Without even making eye contact, he said, “I’m not here to see you.”