Respecting My Decision

“At times like these, I suddenly get promoted…or demoted to be your husband,” he muttered before rolling his eyes at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him without missing his choice of words.

How could becoming my husband be viewed as a demotion?

“What is that supposed to mean? Why? Are you telling me that you’re dying to do a kiss scene with me? That crazy director is going to make us kiss for at least ten times until we do it right…” I pointed out as I started to feel even more frustrated than before.

Just thinking about it made me mad and disgusted. I knew without actually reading the script that everything that they had in mind was going to be some cliché and tasteless romantic garbage. My thoughts were cut short when Bradon suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto the sofa. I let out a small cry of surprise as I found myself trapped between him and the sofa. Bradon loomed over me and I could see raw desire dancing in his blue eyes.

“Shall we continue with our practice?”