It was maddening and was making Heaven crazy.
She had brushed it off at first, thinking it was just a temporary illness or maybe stress.
But one full day had passed, and her taste buds still betrayed her. It wasn't normal.
She wasn't sick. She was fine—at least physically.
Which left only one possibility.
Her eyes narrowed as her mind returned to one person.
That smug bastard with the arrogant smirk and outrageous confidence. Big D.
She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping back sharply against the floor, drawing a few glances her way. But she didn't care.
She marched straight toward him, finding him seated casually near the lounge, sipping something as if the world was at peace.
He looked up just as she reached him, seemingly unsurprised.
"What did you do to me?" Heaven demanded, her voice low but sharp, cutting through the room like a knife.
Ross raised an eyebrow, his smile slow and infuriating.
