Chapter forty five

I couldn’t believe this, had he only being doing this to now leave me halfway? What was the problem with this man for goodness sake and more importantly, what was the problem with me? Why did I find myself wanting to get laid by him.

Getting off the bed, he gave a slight smirk as he stared at me, “don’t tell me you want to get drilled by me?” He asked as he stared at me, a mocking smirk now on his face and i clenched my fists, what was so special about this man that made me want to get laid by him?

I rolled my eyes as I stared at him, “you wish” I told him as I got off the bed, went to the cupboard, quickly changed and made to leave when he suddenly dragged me closer to himself, pulling me by the waist.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to get laid by me?” He spoke in such a seductive voice and I couldn’t help but recall those mafia books I’d read where they bought girls but then treated them like princesses.

The way he spoke so seductively to me reminded me of them and gosh, I n