Sarah"I'm going to grab a shower before bed, care to join me?" Vincent asks me, his lips curling into a smile.I blush. How can he say that so casually? "Join you?""Yes. Why do you look so horrified, like we haven't had sex a hundred times already?" He says, leaning toward me.I feel my cheeks burn even hotter at his blunt words. "I-I just wasn't expecting you to ask so... casually," I stammer, trying to regain my composure.Vincent chuckles, the sound low and husky. "Well, why not? We're husband and wife, aren't we?"I bite my lip nervously, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, the idea of sharing a shower with Vincent is undeniably tempting. But on the other hand, I can't shake the feeling of vulnerability that comes with being so intimate with him.But if I agree so easily, he will know I want him. I can't have that!"No thanks," I say, turning my head away.Vincent's expression shifts, his smile faltering slightly at my response. "Suit yourself."I can't help b
Vincent"Stop giving me that look," I grumble, trying to nudge Sarah away, but she just snuggles in closer."What look?" Sarah asks with wide eyes."Don't act innocent," I say, trying to hide a smile. "You know what I'm talking about.""I really don't," she protests. "Why don't you enlighten me, Vincent?""You are looking at me like...like...you are in love with me or something," I say.Sarah's cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink, and she averts her gaze for a moment before meeting mine again."Well, maybe I am," she admits softly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.I pause, caught off guard by her admission. For a moment, I'm rendered speechless, unsure of how to respond to her unexpected confession."What the hell are you saying?" I manage to let out, my voice betraying my shock.Sarah bites her lower lip and looks at me intently as if she doesn't know how to respond. But then, after a long moment of contemplation, she lets out a sigh. "I'm joking, of course. I could never love
Sarah"I made a decision. From now on, my main mission is to make Vincent fall in love with me," I announce.Sophia can't help but burst into laughter. "Seriously? This is your master plan?""Why are you laughing? You think I am joking, don't you? Well, I am not joking. He thinks he is so tough, so I am going to prove him wrong," I say determinedly."And how do you know he hasn't already fallen in love with you?" Sophia wiggles her eyebrows.I blush. "I don't know. He is always denying it. Even when he does something sweet, he tries to cover it by treating me harshly."Sophia shakes her head. "He is impossible. But how are you supposed to make him admit it? Cook more of his favorite meals?"I roll my eyes at Sophia's suggestion. "Too simple. No, I need to come up with something more... strategic. Something that will catch him off guard."Sophia nods in agreement. "You need to show him that you're not just some girl he can push around. You're strong, independent, and worthy of his love
SarahBoredom seeps into my bones as I mindlessly scroll through Facebook. Vincent has been busy, and when he came home, he went straight to sleep. He hadn't been pouncing on me, and I should be relieved, but...I am almost disappointed.Ugh! Something is definitely wrong with me!Facebook is doing nothing to cure my boredom, either. Nothing but washed-up high school friends posting selfies of their perfect lives and humblebrags of their latest vacations makes me want to hurl the phone across the room.But then suddenly, an ad catches my eye: Dance Class.I slam the phone down, pulse racing. I need this.Vincent's study door creaks open as I storm in, chest heaving. He glares up from his desk, annoyance etched into his sharp features. "What is it now, Sarah?"I jut out my chin and cross my arms. "I'm enrolling in a dance class."One dark eyebrow lifts as he leans back in his chair. "Is that so?" His tone is deceptively light, like the calm before a gathering storm."Yes." I mirror his
SarahI sneak into the bedroom, praying that Vincent isn't back yet.But as soon as I flick on the light switch, a loud yelp escapes my lips. There he is, sprawled out on the bed like a lounging cat, with a sly grin spread across his face."Have fun in your class today?" he says, watching me with those deep-set eyes.I nod, "Yeah, it was fun.""Good," he drawls out. "Because you owe me a show."My heart does this weird little skip—not from dread, not exactly. It's more like anticipation, like when you're at the top of a roller coaster, just before the plunge. I cross my arms and arch an eyebrow but can't quite hide the twitch of my lips that might suggest I'm amused. "I...I am too tired.""Come on, Sarah." His smug grin widens. "You promised. And I've been waiting oh-so-patiently.""Have you now?" I bite back a retort, because who is he kidding? Vincent's patience is as thin as the ice we're both skirting on. But this is the game we play, isn't it?"Let's not pretend you didn't agree
SarahWhen I wake up in the morning, I realize that Vincent isn't next to me.I squint at my phone. It was only eight am. Vincent must've got up really early and left. But where did he go?I stretch like a cat and groan. My muscles are still painfully sore from last night's dance lessons. This is what I get for never exercising!After I freshen up, I go out to the living room.Nathan is sitting on the couch, lazily flipping through a magazine. He looks up and smiles when he sees me. "Good morning," he chirps."Hi, Nathan. What are you doing here so early?" I ask."Reporting to my station as your bodyguard, obviously," he replies casually.I roll my eyes. "Oh, is that still happening? You are tasked to watch me like a hawk 24/7?""Hey, now. I haven't been doing that now, have I? You've been pretty free of me these past few days if you ask me," he reminds me.True. I haven't seen Nathan much these days. "So, where have you been then?" I ask curiously.He shrugs. "Just busy."King of vag
SarahI find him in the bedroom, undressing. He slowly unbuttons his white shirt. The fabric falls off his broad shoulders, revealing his toned chest and defined abs.And for a moment, I forget why I came here in the first place. Holy hell, this man is gorgeous. I want to lick his…No! I need to be strong! I can’t let his sexiness distract me.“Vincent!” I cry to get his attention.Vincent turns to me, his shirt hanging open. He takes it off entirely and throws it on the floor. "What?"His voice is like gravel, sending shivers through me. I fight to keep my gaze on his face."I wasn’t done talking to you."Vincent moves toward me. I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. He has a good foot and a half on me.“Well, I was done with the conversation. My decision is firm. You are not going to college.”“I…I think we should talk about this,” I stutter, my voice coming out in a whisper.Vincent leans in, close enough that I can smell his cologne. It’s woodsy and fresh, and it makes me
SarahWhen I woke up in the morning, I was surprised to find him still next to me, his body warm against mine, his arms wrapped tightly around me.I can't help but smile, grateful for this small moment of tenderness between us. In the past, he had always left before I woke up, leaving me feeling abandoned and alone. But this time, he stayed.Maybe he is finally starting to warm up to me.I trace my fingers along the contours of his chest, memorizing every dip and curve. It is hard to believe that this beautiful, troubled man is real and that he is here with me.And he is mine.Yup, I have decided. Vincent is mine whether he likes it or not.I nuzzle his chest, a small giggle escapes me as his chest hair tickles my nose."Wha..." he mumbles in his sleep and tightens his embrace."Shh," I whisper, "Go back to sleep." I am not ready to get out of bed yet. It's not like he will hold me like this when he is awake, so I want to enjoy this while I can.But his eyes fly open, and his brows fu