Once Lydia regained her composure, she firmly refused.
Her answer instantly darkened Merrick's face, his brows furrowing, eyes filled with anger.
"Lydia, do you know how many women would kill to be with me? You should consider it an honor to be chosen by me."
"I must have done something really bad in my past life to deserve such bad luck in this one. Your so-called honor is too much for me to handle."
Lydia blew a strand of hair away from her face with a puff of air from her lips. She was determined to reject him with this attitude; she didn't want any more contact with this dangerous man.
Be his woman? Why should she? She had no interest in being a mistress, and even less interest in this arrogant man.
Lydia held her head high with pride, walking past Merrick and out of the bathroom.
"Not wanting to be my woman, are you planning to be with Kellan instead?" Merrick growled angrily, the mere thought of it making him lose control.
Lydia paused, her back facing Merrick.
