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He chuckles. “Lost for words?”
“Well, yes.” My palm flattens against his skin as I watch the gems glitter in the morning sun.
His smile broadens. “That’s the correct answer.”
A moment of silence passes with my mind going into overdrive. “What? No. Why?” My thoughts jumble into a mess of words.
He traces my snake tattoo with one finger, raising goosebumps with each feathery touch.
“You’re mine. I want you in every sense of the word. My wife.”
“It only counts if you get down on your knees, sir.”
Holding back a grin, I roll back onto my back.
Frankie remains silent behind me, I can feel the anger rolling off him.
I pad to the ensuite. As I go to shut the door, his voice echoes through the bedroom.
“‘No’ isn’t an answer, Zara.”
“Well, maybe try the proposal again,” I shout back and slam the door.
Every day I give him more and more of my heart, willingly.
If he wants to marry me, he can damn well ask me properly. I’m certain my heart belongs to him. No matter how much I tried to fight him, it was always meant to be his.
Turning on the shower, I let the steam fill the room and start brushing my teeth. I frown, looking at my pink bag on the counter.
Shit.
I forgot to take my pill.
I fumble with the zipper and pull out the packet. When I find it, my hands start to shake making dropping the toothbrush into the sink. I storm to the door and it opens before I reach it. Leaning against the frame, Frankie crosses his foot and wears an amused expression on his face.
“What the fuck is this?” I shout, holding my empty pill packet.
He takes a step towards me, I hold my ground, trembling with rage.
“It’s exactly what it looks like.” He stops in front of me, and I grit my teeth as he tips my chin up to him.
I shriek as he lifts me and drops me on the sink, settling between my legs. I press the empty packet against his chest.
“Why did you do this? It’s a pain in the ass to get more.”
“You don’t need them.” He snatches it from me and tosses it behind his shoulder.
He’s lost his damn mind.
“You are un-fucking-believable.” My finger pokes against his solid abs.
“Watch your mouth,” he warns.
I glare at him.
“You really want me to pop you out a goddamn heir?” I laugh, because this is a joke.
A serious expression settles on his face, his jaw visibly clenches.
