Chapter 145

His rough finger brushing against my skin so intimately that for a split second, I wanted to give him control and let him do whatever he wanted—

Fuck, Erica. What the fuck is wrong with you?

How can you stoop this low to even think about having sex with him? For God's sake, he's a Playboy. He would be one hundred percent STD affected.

Right, I'm talking as if he'd ever be interested in me. A man like him would bed someone like Cassie Fox not me.

I composed myself and walked inside only to find him laying on the couch. Ignoring him, I climbed on the bed and pulled up the comforter to sleep though I'm pretty sure that I'm not going to get even a blink of sleep, my thoughts are still messed up. I don't want myself to end up wanting Max.

“I'll wake up with sprained neck, darling.” He said.

“You're not getting on the bed, Max.” I replied, covering my face with the comforter.

“It is our wedding night, love. Don't do this to me.” He laughed,