Tangled Hearts: Chapter 9

One year later.

Chris put on his shirt and ran his fingers through his pitch black sleek hair, making sure that every strand was in place without glancing at the naked woman on the bed staring at him hungrily. He sat on the foot of the bed to put on his shoes and she crawled onto his back, wrapping her arms on his neck and breathing in his scent shamelessly.

“Oh,” she purred, “do you really have to go?” she pouted and then bit his earlobe.

“Stop that,” he warned, not taking his eyes off what he was doing.

The lady pouted and sat on her hunches, her bright blonde hair disheveled with strands falling on every part of her beautiful face, “what’s wrong with spending the night together, huh? You never let me come to your house, and then when you come to mine, you won’t even spend the night.”

“I don’t spend nights,” he said and stood up, picking up his jacket that was lying on the sofa in the bedroom, he put it on and walked to the mirror, making sure nothing