CHAPTER 708. IN MY NEXT LIFE. Out of ControlThis was sheer madness, and he knew it. There was no way his kisses wouldn’t leave marks on her skin, no matter how gentle he tried to be. But the way he desired her, the way he needed her, was equally insane—enough to make him forget every shred of common sense he had.She was a married woman.A damn married woman, and yet he couldn’t help but feel that where she belonged was with him.Peter had never felt anything like this before. He would have liked to believe it was just the frenzy of sex, but unfortunately, it wasn’t. Because no matter how many times he plunged into her, no matter the strength or tenderness of his thrusts, no matter the moans, the screams, or the sweat… None of it compared to feeling her skin, kissing her, or hearing her laugh.He reached for one of her hands, pulling her body toward him as he watched Kim’s back arch with pleasure, her knees rising above his hips and locking behind him to pull him deeper.“Damn it, yo
CHAPTER 709. IN MY NEXT LIFE. An ExcuseBy the time Kim opened her eyes, darkness had already enveloped everything, and she was so exhausted she wouldn’t have bothered waking if it hadn’t been for Peter’s mouth feasting on her breasts. His lips devouring one of her nipples was the most arousing sensation in the world. She could feel the delicious way he moved inside her, the world dissolving into their moans, their two bodies merging as if they could never be separated again.The climax hit her again. Those orgasms were like relentless tides, leaving her utterly spent. At some point, after a sea of kisses and screams, she only felt him lifting her against his chest and placing her in a large tub of hot water.Kim looked out the window, aware of the threat looming over her. Percy had told her she had to come home every night to sleep, but even that had hurt too much to obey. She didn’t want to obey anyone anymore—except herself.“I know I shouldn’t feel this way,” Peter’s voice broke t
CHAPTER 710. IN MY NEXT LIFE. A Determined WomanThe answer was “no.” The answer was obviously “no.” It wasn’t enough anymore, and it was entirely because of him. Yet Kim couldn’t tell him the truth.“I’m finding my way out of my marriage,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze. “But divorces take time—you know how it is.”Peter nodded, lost in thought for a moment as he debated whether or not to say something like this to her. Finally, he mustered the courage to speak.“Do you have to go back to your husband’s house every night?” he asked. “I know you’re not with him, but…” His fingers traced the marks on her cheeks, the only ones that didn’t belong to him. “I don’t want something like this to happen again.”“And it won’t,” Kim assured him in a whisper. “But I don’t know if I can go anywhere else. It’s… it’s complicated.”But that wasn’t an answer Peter was willing to accept. Letting her leave that night was difficult. He kept checking his phone constantly because he’d made her promise to
CHAPTER 711. IN MY NEXT LIFE. I Won’t Accept ItNow there was snow. Snow, and something that definitely couldn’t be called work.Arriving in Denmark felt strange to Kim. Even though she was a sports photographer, she hadn’t left Switzerland in years. She hadn’t enjoyed life, hadn’t smiled.But here, the unknown awaited her—a world where she didn’t have to be who she had been before, a space where she could forget everything. And God was witness that Peter was absurdly good at making her do just that.They stepped off the plane and into a sedan waiting to take them directly to a luxury hotel.The meetings with sponsors were quick. All Peter had to do was enjoy the slopes, showcase those designer outfits, and pose for photos to promote everything they handed him—from sports gear and electronic gadgets to clothing and whatever else they could think of.“Let me ask you something,” Peter murmured that afternoon after a photo shoot. He spotted Kim sitting under a tree, exhausted and catchin
CHAPTER 712. IN MY NEXT LIFE. Three MonthsShe had to get up. Get up, answer him, tell him, explain to him… but she didn’t want to. She could do it, but she didn’t want to.Her eyes closed for an infinite moment, then opened, focusing beyond Peter to the reddish sunset sky—perfect for so many photos, perfect for so many memories.“Yes, you arrived too late,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “But in ways you don’t understand yet. If you’re sure you want me around… I’ll stay. My marriage has been over for a long time, so I’ll stick around. But you have to promise me something.”There was something in her tone that made Peter shiver. He leaned back, tugging on her hand to make her sit on the snow beside him.“Go ahead,” he said curiously, unable to imagine what condition she might set.“This can’t last less than three months.”“Excuse me…?” he asked, puzzled, and Kim cupped his face with a mock-threatening look.“You’re an incurable flirt, Mr. Ferguson. Don’t think I haven’t n
CHAPTER 713. IN MY NEXT LIFE. An AuctionThat navy blue dress had long sleeves and was absolutely covered. Elegant and completely modest. And Kim was grateful for it because it meant Peter had thought about every one of the kisses he’d given her less than two hours ago.For the first time in her life, those marks on her skin took on a completely different meaning. If it weren’t for what they truly represented, she might even have adored them.And yet, covered as she was, Peter swore no man would have eyes for any other woman that night—unless he was hopelessly in love.“No, no, leave that,” he said hurriedly, taking the camera out of her hands and setting it on the bed. “Tonight is for enjoying ourselves. No photos, no sponsorships, no nothing. We’re just going to have fun and enjoy the auction.”Kim rolled her eyes but eventually agreed not to work that evening. She clung to his arm as though they were a well-established couple, her heels clicking away from the room while she couldn’
CHAPTER 714. IN MY NEXT LIFE. Something Important“Kim, are you okay?”Peter had seen her smiling for the rest of the evening, but he was starting to know her well enough to notice when that sparkle had suddenly vanished.“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as they strolled slowly toward one of the exits after saying their goodbyes.“Nothing, it’s nothing. I was just wondering—this money they’re raising here at the auction, where does it go?”Peter shrugged, answering honestly. “Honestly, I have no idea. It probably goes to one of the sports associations to boost the Games’ budget or something like that.”Kim seemed lost in thought, and Peter couldn’t ignore the strange sadness that sometimes overtook her. Instead of making the mistake most people would—asking why she felt that way—he chose to pull her close, wrapping her in a tight embrace from behind and kissing just below her ear before making his declaration.“I know I spend my money on useless stuff, but that’s because I’ve always had
CHAPTER 715. IN MY NEXT LIFE. PreparationsPreparing something like that from scratch seemed like madness, but Kim had sworn she had never seen Peter so excited in all the time she had known him. Naturally, he immediately contacted his agent, and within a matter of hours, they had agreed on what they were going to do.Kim felt her heart pounding like a ping-pong ball in the hands of professionals the moment she saw Peter open that fiberglass case and take out the skis.“Do you think they can handle a descent like that?” she asked nervously. As much as she wanted it to go well, her main concern was that Peter wouldn’t get hurt.She watched him repeatedly assess the durability and flexibility of the skis before giving her a small nod of assurance.“They’ll hold up, I promise. And even if they don’t, remember that I’m a professional skier,” he whispered, stepping closer and gently cupping her face in his hands. He couldn’t stand seeing her so worried. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’