"I'm sorry, ..." She tugged at his sleeve, trying to appease him. "Can you pretend I didn't say anything?"
"Didn't say anything? How is that possible? Both my ears heard it loud and clear."
"Asher Land, can you just not argue with me right now, please?" Sophie Smith admitted that her earlier question was really out of line; Asher Land can be quite particular sometimes.
"Are you going to agree to Irene's request or not?" She asked tentatively.
He stayed silent.
"Asher Land, since you're not going to sleep with Irene... it's just three days with her, you won't lose anything. Why not agree?"
"..."
"Agree with Irene? Hmm?..." Sophie tried to say something more when the man beside her suddenly turned sideways and pressed her down, his kisses came like a storm—hot, rough—making her breath grow heavy.
Seriously, this man, why did she provoke him again? Why use such a retaliatory kiss?
Was it just because she suggested he spend three days with Irene Morton?
