CHAPTER 31

AMELIA

Exists a fickleness in this man's mood which only God can explain, is not possible. One hour we're fine and the next he seems to want to rip my head off, I can't handle it. Okay, fine, I'm not a sweetie either. Except we were fine until breakfast, laughing and talking like he wasn't an avowed enemy of my family, and then everything changed, all of a sudden.

Heavens, he sucked my pussy last night like it was his favorite dessert and now he has this frown, worthy of who ate and didn't like it. But in this case, he didn't even eat, he just tasted it.

"What?" I say, throwing my arms up and facing him.

He snorts, as if my question is silly, and pisses me off even more, knocking all the patience out of my body.

"My blouse looks really good on you." Comment, trying to divert my attention, since he offered me one of his blouses after the comment I made about mine yesterday.

" Spit out what's bothering you, Henrico . Just speak." I say sharply, placing both my hands on my hips.

The man