Aurora's POV
"I want to kill you," I said without hesitation.
I meant it. Or at least, I wanted to believe I did. But the moment the words left my mouth, they felt like a lie.
Raymond didn't flinch. If anything, he looked pleased. A dark smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, as though my threat amused him.
He leaned in, his scent clouding my senses until my thoughts began to blur.
He slowly released me, and I stood upright, my frown deepening as I adjusted my scarf with trembling fingers.
"If you are so jealous… then be my submissive for three months," he said, his voice a low, smooth rumble. "You'll have me all to yourself." He smirked, clearly enjoying the heat I felt rising to my cheeks.
I glared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. "In your dreams," I spat.
