Chapter 314. Key

Chantel Aeden Revia

I walk-waddle towards him, and his smile widens. "Stop! It is the heels."

"It is not totally a lie; my feet ache from running, and the heels exacerbate the pain, but it is also from what just happened," I admit, exhaling heavily.

"Hold my arm."

"Not your hand?" I tease.

"My hand will be occupied," he says, grinning. At first, I do not grasp it, but then I do.

"You are nasty."

"You adore it." He rolls his eyes. I grasp his arm, and we leave the chamber. He miraculously produces a key and locks the door.

"Why don't I have the key?"

"Because I just changed the locks while you were gone," he pulls out another key, "this one is yours."

"I am not happy with the concept that you may enter my room whenever you want."

"You are not?"

"Not until I get a key to your room as w