Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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"Say that again!"
"Italian quality comes at a price, princess. It's not my fault that the big brands choose to cut costs..."
I wonder how much that shirt he's wearing right now cost. Quite a bit. That's for sure! Now I understand why Chacha keeps calling him my "sugardaddy". I have to admit, there's some truth to it. In the end, maybe I should have said "yes" to this shopping trip...
Especially when I see Chacha showing off his purchases.
"Did you rob the store?"
Angel bursts out laughing and I have to say it's a very pleasant sound to hear.
"I can see that..., I say as I stand up. That's very nice of her. But you've got to get those clothes back to her, before you get the longest bill of your life."
"She'll never do that."
"What does..."
But Angel cuts me off and waves me back to my seat, patting the sofa. I comply. I must obey.
"You can keep everything, Chacha. You don't have to worry."
"Thanks, Angel!"
"But...I don't approve at all!" I protest. "He..."
A first finger goes up.
"Ang..."
That's two! I can see that, despite his little smile, he's not joking. So I keep quiet. Chacha puts his purchases away, all happy, while Angel moves closer to me. Him and his little smile.
"I know you don't approve. But I've already decided. End of discussion."
Of course you have..
"Besides, seeing how you've screwed up all week, not to mention your genius idea of accepting a pseudo-date with that idiot Dani..."
"It wasn't a date! We just had a drink."
"Well, it doesn't matter. I'm not jealous or angry. I already know you belong to me."
"So what are you saying?"
"I'm just saying you're in no position to question my orders."
He puts his arm behind my back and moves even closer. Then he plunges into my neck. I feel his warm breath kissing my skin and warming it. Why does he always have to turn me on when I'm trying to be serious? But his words chill me.
"It's wiser for you to stay as far away from punishment as possible. Right, princess? You wouldn't want to end up in my new red room."
Then he looks back at me. His smile has disappeared.
"They've only just finished painting. But I'm sure there's a way to hang you from the ceiling..."
His hand suddenly lands on my thigh and I almost jump. Where the hell is Chacha when you need him?
