AYLA
What did he mean by that?
Right now, I was damn paranoid.
I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath before opening them.
"Listen, I don't need you trying to act right by me simply because of last night."
"Drink."
I had started planning on drinking this, but hearing him say it now, I think I didn't want to.
"No."
The look in his eyes reminded me of how pitch-black they'd turned the moment he wanted to cum inside of me.
Goose bumps spread over my skin like sun rays, warming my insides and sending a new ache to my core.
I wanted him. I wanted more.
Not for the contract's sake. But for… for what?
Shit, Ayla. Get over the damn sex.
This was crazy.
I dropped the cup and made to stand; his hand stopped my knee.
Just that touch—simple, yet electrifying—sent a wave of warmth through me.
I jerked away. "I feel dirty. I need to wash."
I walked into the bathroom and tried to shut the door, but his leg caught it.
